[M]I'm just drunk enough Aug 8, 2011 17:57:38 GMT -5
Post by loki006 on Aug 8, 2011 17:57:38 GMT -5
I've never been the kind to let my feelings show
I thought be that being strong meant never ever losing control
Mark had been going to Stix N Stones almost every night since that night. He hadn't got nearly as drunk as he had that night. He kept hoping he would run into her again, but he didn't hold out much hope. He had gotten lucky enough for her to be interested once, twice that just didn't happen. Tonight was the exception though, it had been more than 2 months and he hadn't seen even a trace of her. He figured tonight was the night he'd give up and move on. So he was drinking to the memory.
A few rounds into the night and the feelings all started come back. The exhilaration of the walk home. The elation when she didn't turn and run. And now all he was left with was the rock in his stomach knowing that he didn't mean anything to her. Just a fling that maybe some day in the distant future she'd look back on. "Here's to her wherever she is tonight." He slurred to no one in particular.
Just then a thought dawned on him, he knew exactly where she might be. The Inn, why hadn't he thought about it before. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through his veins that gave him the courage to think of it tonight. If he'd been sober he would have just gone home. But he wasn't, he got up and paid off his tab and stumbled through the door.
He called a taxi and took it to the Inn, what was he doing, he didn't even know what room she was staying in. How many Simone's could be at the Inn though. He staggered to the receptionist, "I would like to talk to Simone. Is she in tonight?" He felt the room spinning around him, but he didn't care. He was determined to at least see her long enough to say goodbye. "Could you call her to the lobby for me?" He staggered over to one of the chairs in the cafe and sat down.
His mind coursed with thoughts of what he would say to her. He didn't know if he'd have the guts to utter any of them, but he would get to see her. In the end that's all he really wanted. He turned to see what was taking so long, and realized the "receptionist" was no where to be found.
It finally dawned on him, the Inn didn't have much staff, of course they wouldn't have a receptionist. Well he had come too far to turn back now. He stumbled up the steps to the rooms. He walked to the first door and began pounding, "Simone! I need to talk to you!" Wasn't this room he thought. He staggered to the second, "Simone . . ." He didn't even know her last name, what was he doing here. He walked to the third door in the hallway and began banging again. He was determined to at least see her.
I'm just drunk enough to say to hell with my pride