Thread: The Point of No Return (The_PG&Malicious Lullaby)

She winced slightly. Alright, saying shed have a beer and then support driving after having even one alcoholic beverage, and technically on an empty stomach because she hadnt eaten since she couldnt even remember, might not have been very wise. He had every right to laugh because its not like itd be a very good idea to drive even with one beer in her. Esther Martin was a lightweight. She could handle her liquor well, always knowing how much she could drink so she didnt really throw up often from too much liquor consumption, but she did feel things rather quickly. Maybe because she drank faster than some, maybe she just didnt like the idea of a warm beer. Piss-warm was just dreadful. A small bout of laughter, although mostly nervous and a little bit embarrassed, came from her. It also had her confidence in this entire situation going down really quickly. The one time she tried to come onto a man, ask him outsort ofand take a chance, she felt like she was being laughed at more than anything else. Even her subconscious was being even more of a bitch, somehow seeming to relish Esthers torture by waiting for Mr. Pratts decision. Oh, that was even worse. Her cheeks were read, her nervousness was about to make her drown and any bit of confidence she had was slowly dwindling. Make that two beers she wanted to drink, maybe one that had a shot of whiskey in it. Irish Car Bombs, all the way. They did the trick when she needed to take the edge away and considering her night and the fact she just made a supreme ass and fool of herself by asking her boss boss boss out, who also happened to be her dead best friends ex boyfriend, theyd be like heaven. Right now, she wanted to just pull away and move away from him but she couldnt seem to find the mobility in her to walk away from him. To simply brush it off and let him be free of having to say yes under some sort of obligation or because she looked like she might really have a mental breakdown. She was that nervous. She had even started biting her lower lip, certainly not in some way to attract him further. Hell, she even wished she wasnt slightly bent over the counter now because she didnt want to show her cleavage. She wanted to disappear, withdraw away like she always did when she felt like she was embarrassing herself, even when she was only just taking a chance for once in her life, and hide in her bed for the rest of the night, for the rest of the weekend. O-Or you know, I can just call you a cab. Its not a big deal Mr. Pratt. Forget I said She hadnt been looking at him when she was trying to give him a way out. No, she was looking down at her fingers still absently stroking the back of his hand. Then she heard him laugh again and it made her cringe inwardly. Goodness, could this night get any worse? She found it strange that even in his potential rejection, he kissed her hand again. That made her gaze lift to his and she complied with his beckoning, moving closer and closer until she felt his breath against the bottom surface of her ear lobe. It made her breath hitch in her throat and her eyes actually fluttered closed very briefly from the light touch of his lips against her skin. It really had been far too long if just the faintest touches and compliments were making her swoon. Her head turned slightly so her gaze could fit to his own and she actually swallowed hard, the movement in her throat easily visible and showing her own shock and awe. O-Oh. Right. She nodded her head. Like a dirty little secret. She whispered, too transfixed in him and his voice to realize what she had just said. Esther was never the kind of girl to seek a man out for an opportunity based on his status or power. Sure, she did think that Mr. Pratt was perhaps one of the most gorgeous and powerful men on this planet. But his power, fame or sort of celebrity status as a prominent hot shot lawyer didnt attract to her. Just this, right here. Sure, she always did admire him from afar at work but considering what Mallory told her, she didnt quite fancy the idea of becoming just another flavor of the month. But even she wouldnt be graced that privilege of lasting a month. More like flavor of the day. People in his circle and from his world would easily deem her as white trash, especially in comparison to him. No, she didnt want him for any other reason but because he was here, seemed to express some kind of concern and they seemed to have bonded over their mutual affiliation with Abby. Besides, it was more so the fact that he was drunk that was making this easier. Not because he was drunk and she could take advantage of him. No, more like take advantage of the fact he may not be thinking straight and could be seeing Esther differently than if he was sober. She was taking a chance at an easier time to maybe get what she would like for just one night because she knew that hed never say yes to wanting to spend the night with her if he was sober. She wasnt anything special. Just an education major who couldnt find work as a teacher anywhere so she had a pretty useless degree. Her worries and her insecurities seemed to calm down enough for her to at least enjoy what he was saying, rather than show that her confidence had basically plummeted hard, even if he did say yes. Especially when he had kissed her cheek. That was a nice little gesture, one she was hoping to have more of later, although elsewhere. Like her lips, her neck, her jawher entire body. She tilted her head and took the card he offered and read the name. His driver. Of course. Maybe for their own peace of mind, it would be better to call him anyways. For his drivers own sanity and for Mr. Pratts as well the next day. Ill get your gin and then close you out. I believe my shift just ended Mr. Pratt. She smiled softly. It was 2 AM, she worked five hours and now she was free to enjoy a couple of drinks and then go home to a better night than at first originally imagined or thought of. She let Scott and Bridget know and they closed out her drawer and she closed out her station. When she came back, she made Mr. Pratt his gin drink and then got herself a Blue Moon, one of her favorite beers. It also felt filling enough that she didnt really need to eat. No, she wasnt an alcoholic. She just liked a nice pick-me-up after an incredibly long day. With her purse on her shoulder, she walked from the other side of the bar to sit down next to him, having presented him with his drink first before settling down. Crossing a leg over the other, she took a deep swig of her beer. She didnt drink half of it, no she actually liked to savor the taste of it because of its citrus flavor but she did drink a fair amount for a first sip. She had been needing a drink since she walked in to find Abby dead. Oh, shed be enjoying that wine tonight. Cheap wine yet but no different than an expensive bottle of wine that had the same amount of alcohol. And at the end of the day, thats what she wanted. To drink enough to get a little bit drunk. Not overly so but enough to knock her out that not even bad dreams could plague her drunken stupor in sleep. Ill finish this beer and then call your driver, George. It could just be safer and for both your peace of mind and his, Ill do the lawful thing and not drink and drive. Although if she did get into a scuffle, she knew of a lawyer she could call upon.