[Collab with my precious little @emmylou, who needs a nickname. ♥]
I walked down the hall, stopping when I reached the door to Remy's apartment. I knocked, hoping she would be home this time because I forget to call. I heard some footsteps; she was home. The door opened, but it wasn't Remy standing there. Instead it was I'm guessing her roommate standing there with a smile. She was tall, brunette, and gorgeous.
"Hi, is Remy home?" I smiled back.
"Sorry, you just missed her. She should be right back, if you just want to come in and wait for her."
"I can just call later, I don't want to bother you."
"Oh please, you wouldn't be bothering me at all. You'd actually be doing me a favor; there's not a lot going on right now." She laughed, opening the door wider to let me in.
"Thanks, I'm Emma by the way." I smiled, entering the room.
"I'm Katherine," She replied, closing the door behind me. "But everyone calls me Kat." She glanced around the room, giving me a bit of an embarrassed look as I noticed the empty bottles of wine on the table. "I'm sorry the place is a mess," She added, smoothing out her shirt. "It's kind of been a rough week."
I smiled sympathetically. "I know exactly what you mean."
"Please, sit down. Can I get you a drink or something?" She offered, and I nodded and took a seat on the couch. Kat disappeared into the kitchen to get a couple of glasses but called out, "So how do you know Remy?"
"Well her sister is married to my brother, but other than that I don't, really."
"So what brought you here?" She asked.
"My brother. He's convinced me that I need to make some new friends, and suggested I try Remy."
"Ah, I see," She replied with a smile. "Well, Remy's great. I'm sure you won't be disappointed." She laughed and handed me a glass of wine. "So, Emma, how long have you lived in New York City?"
"Born and raised." I sighed, sipping the wine.
"You make that sound like a bad thing." She laughed.
"Oh no, it's an amazing city. Things just get a little... old sometimes." I smirked. "So, I'm guessing you're not from around here?"
"Nope," She answered. "I'm from LA, actually."
"No way!" I said, surprised.
"Yeah, I transferred to NYU this fall. I was originally at Stanford, pre-med, but..." She stopped herself. I looked at her to continue and she just shook her head and smiled, "It's a really long story."
I smiled back. "I get it," I said with an understanding look in my eyes.
"Yeah. So are you still in school? " She asked. "What do you do for a living?"
"Pick your poison, trophy wife or trust fund baby." I rolled my eyes, taking another sip of my wine. "I guess I just haven't found my calling in life."
"How long have you been married?" She asked, shocked.
"About two years." I finished off my glass. "What about you? Any boyfriends?"
"Not really," She said.
"Not really?" I smirked.
"I'm exploring my options," She said, as if that were any clarification. We laughed, "I guess I'm getting over this one guy and at the same time, I'm starting to really like another." I nodded silently and she added, "I'd like to be married someday."
"It's not all that it's hyped up to be." I told her, thinking about everything that’s been going on with me and Tom lately.
She arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Let's just say the honeymoon ends fast."
She bit her lip and poured me another glass of wine. "I guess that's true of all relationships, huh?" She said, and I nodded with a sigh. "I don't understand men."
I managed a small smile. "Join the club."
I couldn't get Tom off my mind, the questions were always the same; Is he really working? Is there somebody else? Is it me? I realized how quiet it got, and looked over at Kat. Clearly she had something on her mind, too. I set down my glass and broke the silence, "Let's go."
"What?" She said, breaking her daze. "Where?"
"We need something much stronger than wine. I know a good bar close by, it's never too crowded and I know the bartender."
"Ok, should we wait for Remy?"
"If she calls we'll tell her to join us."
"Alright, let's go." She agreed.
[ONE HOUR LATER]
"F.ck guys, you know that?" She slurred, sliding her shot glass over the counter for a refill.
I raised my glass at the notion. "Amen to that."
"I flew to New York for Sam. I changed everything for him. And what do I get? Nothing. Absolutely nothing in return," Kat said, wincing at the strength of the vodka she was downing. "I can't believe what an ass he is."
"Wait, but what about this Leo guy?" I asked, confused.
"Leo,” she repeated, holding onto the counter to steady herself. "Leo is wonderful. Leo is... I really, really like him. And I think he likes me, too. But at the same time, I can't just forget about Sam, you know?" I nodded and she continued. "He told me he loved me the day after he graduated," she said, sitting back down on her bar stool. "And then he just disappeared. Never kept in touch. And just recently, after we'd been getting to know each other again, I found out that he's dating, or even possibly engaged, to this girl named Erica, who he just forgot to mention to me when I arrived at his apartment and practically confessed my love for him."
"You should tell him off," I told her.
"I should," She repeated.
"So, where's this bartender friend of yours." She shot her head up, looking around the room.
"I don't think he's here." I sighed, downing another shot. "Honestly, I don't even really know him. I met him once, but he told me he worked here, and he was sooo hot."
"Wait, aren't you married?" She remembered.
"I don't f.cking know." I rested my head on the bar. "He's never home, always working, and I- I haven't had sex in two months." I admitted, "TWO MONTHS!" I shouted to the whole bar.
"What!? Is he- is he gay?" She asked, wide-eyed.
"No, but it has crossed my mind. I mean, look at me. I'm f.cking hot; any guy would be lucky to f.ck me. And you too. We are sexy b.tches."
"Amen!" She yelled, clanking her shot glass against mine. "Wait, did you just call me a b.tch?"
"I don't know, maybe. Hey!" I yelled at the bartender passing by.
"Emma, what are you doing?" Kat whispered.
"You would f.ck us, wouldn't you?" I asked him, Kat sitting beside me giggling.
"Of course I would." He smiled at us.
"Thank you! One more thing, do you know Noah? Does he work here?"
"Yeah, he's off tonight." The bartender answered.
"Thanks for nothing." Kat yelled at him. "Ok, I think I'm going to do it. I am going to let him deflower me." She stood up.
"Which one are you talking about? And, wait- did you say deflower? You're a virgin!?"
"Mind your own damn business." She called out as she left the bar.
I turned back around, downing another shot.
“Friend leave?” The bartender asked.
“I guess.” I sighed. “And are you sure that Noah really works here?”
“Oh I’m sure.” He laughed, walking away.
“What the f.ck is so funny?” I let out in the middle of a yawn. I rested my head down on the bar, regretting coming here. I shut my eyes, trying to resist the urge to puke and the last thing I heard was the bartender coming back and talking to someone.
I opened my eyes, looking around a bit confused. This was definitely not my room. My heart dropped, and I lifted up the covers. I was wearing someone’s boxers and t-shirt. I jumped out of the bed, and opened up the curtains to the floor-to-ceiling windows. I looked down at the street, trying to figure out where the f.ck I was. I found my clothes sitting on a chair next to the window. I quickly got dressed and put my hair up. I grabbed my boots, wanting to make as little noise as possible, and crept out the door into a huge hallway. I made my way to the front door and grabbed the doorknob when I heard him.
“What, I don’t get a goodbye?” Busted.
I turned around to face this mystery man, “Noah.” I sighed, both relieved and even more nervous.
“Yes, Noah. Who else?” He laughed. “Come on, stay a while.”
I followed him into the kitchen and sat down while he made some coffee. “This is a pretty nice place for a bartender.” I looked around.
“Yeah, about that. I’m not just the bartender.”
“What do you mean?”
“My last name is Benson. I kind of own the bar.” He said, sitting down next to me with two cups of coffee.
“Thanks, and seriously?” I smiled, sipping the coffee. “Not that I don’t just love it here, but how exactly did I wind up at your place?”
“Well you see, after your little friend left you, you passed out on the bar. The bartender working last night called me saying some blonde came in and kept asking about me, then passed out. So I went down and found you sitting there and didn’t know what else to do.” He explained.
“So you brought me here, changed me, and put me to bed?”
“Actually you changed yourself. I had to wake you up to get you up here, and you started stripping off your clothes like you were at home, so I grabbed you some stuff of mine.”
“Oh, thanks.” I started to blush, wondering if anything else happened. “So, did we do anything last night?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know.” I bit my lip.
“Oh, did we have sex? No.” He smirked.
“Good.” I sighed, relieved. “Thanks for everything, but I should probably go home.”
“Probably.” He smiled, and led me to the door. “Here’s my number, call me some time and maybe we can hang out when you’re sober.”
“We’ll go to lunch, my treat. It’s the least I can do.”
“Yeah it is.” He smirked.