Get On With It!
And do you know what “getting on with my life” means, Aiden? That’s right. I’m coming after you.
Well, right after work. Go to work, get paid, stalk Aiden.
It’s a valid plan.
Time to put said plan into motion. This is me being a responsible adult, and going after what I want.
Which – of course – starts with a glass of wine. What I want is wine.
Following that, I began telling him what …
… okay, so other people want drinks, and that’s kind of his job. I don’t want to get him fired, after all. Still, I can keep a conversation going when…
… Aiden, I just want you … I SAID I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT …
OH COME ON. Jeez people.
After a while it did start to slow down at the bar as folks returned to the dance floor. The new girl at work … whatshername … Trisha? … dropped in and had a few drinks too. She seems nice enough, if a bit of a partier.
Genevieve was asking about music or sports or something – something keeping my attention away from Aiden – when I spotted Trisha trying to chat up my guy.
Oh, no you don’t. Your perky young ways are no match for my … er. Experience. I’m going to sit here all night, and wait for his shift to end. Eventually she gave up, conceding victory to my obvious captivating smile and bewitching conversation.
Or maybe when she got up to go to the bathroom I asked Aiden out and we left before she got back.
Either way, we skedaddled.
Holding hands, we walked across town to the disco. I figured we could get out to someplace he didn’t work at, even if it was another dance hall and bar. I didn’t want to tell him that this place had better food.
It got late. We danced for quite a while, had a couple drinks, and some snacks. And he just wasn’t … well, he just … wasn’t. FINE. Getting on with my life, right?
Take THAT.
Okay, that was actually pretty fantastic.
But, it was close to 2 in the morning by the time we kissed, and I had to work in a few hours. We kissed again, and said our reluctant good-nights.
YEAH.
SUCK It, Trisha.