Post Twenty-Seven: Enforcing The Stereotype

Elli

For the first time since I met Morgan, I truly wished I hadn't brought him into all of this. My life was at such a weird point. A point I didn't want to think about it. I couldn't wait to get to the bar and just unwind. I really needed a drink. Which I know sounds very alcoholic-esque. But I wasn't going to deny my need to get good and proper drunk.

When Morgan and I got there, Nat was already at the bar with several shots lined up. I could see the glassy look in her eyes. I knew she had already taken some without us. Which only confirmed my need to catch up.

I dragged Morgan behind me, nearly tripping over a chair that was impeding my way. I grumbled, pouncing onto the bar stool in front of me. I gave Nat a big, cheesy smile, and she slid a shot towards me. I quickly downed it, and she slid me over another one.

“Woah there,” Morgan said, sitting down beside me, “let's not break anything on our way to the bar.”

“Sorry,” I conceded, taking the next shot, “I just really needed to get out.”

Nat took heed to my words, and slid me the next shot.

“Yeah, I guess it is nice to get out...” Morgan agreed, studying me carefully, “you are just kind of pounding them back there.”

I took the shot in front of me, and passed one over to him.

“It's two for Tuesday's,” I offered, shrugging. Morgan took the shot I gave him, and nodded a bit.

“Don't worry about it, really. Elli and I used to do this all the time!” Natalie proclaimed rather loudly. I could already feel the alcohol warming my body, making me feel all giddy and flushed. Instead of being annoyed by Nat's statement, I found it endearing. Just like old times.

“All the time?” Morgan repeated.

“Well,” I began, leaning my elbows on the bar, “there was a period of time after my first boyfriend and I broke up where I was a little...”

Whenever I tried to tell Morgan stories about myself I froze up. Part of me didn't want him to know. Our relationship had novelty right now. We barely knew each other, except for the good bits. It was new, exciting. As soon as we got personal, things could change. Get serious.

Aside from the few quirky bits I had given him already, things had remained quite casual. I savoured it. It was a nice change from how hectic and complicated life could feel sometimes. But now I was sitting here with my mouth open, unable to think of the right words. I had to say something.

“Basically he was a giant dickhole and a controlling little piece of crap, and when Elli was finally rid of him, we went on a bit of a bender,” Nat said for me, sliding another shot my way. I pointed at her snapping my fingers.

“Well, well said,” I agreed, taking the shot.

“We've all been there,” Morgan nodded, picking up a shot himself and taking it.

“I was so happy when you finally dumped him,” Nat affirmed.

“Aww, me too,” I smiled, leaning my head into her. The alcohol was really getting to me now.

Nat and I ordered two more shots, taking one after another. Laughing at ourselves.

“Shouldn't we slow down a bit?” Morgan asked, while the bartender placed more shots in front of us.

“Why, don't think you can keep up?” I egged him on.

“I think this is one stereotype I can enforce,” Morgan winked, taking his two shots.

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