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

She didnt blame him. If there was absolutely any way that she could afford some better stuff that cost around maybeten or fifteen dollars, she would. Although for him, that may still be cheap. But then again, the one time Esther did try really fancy wine, they played a game where she was to guess how much it cost. In her opinion, some five dollar bottles tasted a lot better than what she drank. So the look of horror on the hostess face when Esther guessed only twenty dollarsbecause it was a pretty fancy shindigwas one she would never forget. It made her laugh so hard when she was told that the white wine she was drinking came from a bottle that cost 150 and because she had a little bit too much of it to drink, she ended up insulting the hostess poor taste in wine. Suffice to say, Esther was never invited to one of Abbys stepmothers shindigs. That was when their ritual wine nights spawned off and she was able to enjoy the real five dollar bottle of wine that got her and Abby sloshed, just as easily and as much as that very expensive wine that tasted nowhere as good. In her mind, it tasted like actual piss. Tasted like piss, looked like piss and even smelled like piss. But hey, if thats fancy, then no wonder the rich folks were so stuck up that their faces were screwed into that sourpuss face. Must have been a permanent reaction of drinking too many fancy wines that tasted like piss. A small laugh came from her from the kitchen as she busied herself in uncorking the bottle. I dont blame you. Although, if I may, I will speak from good experience that not all expensive bottles tastes great. The last really expensive white wine I had tasted like piss and I was so sloshed, I even made it a point to tell it the hostess. The cork sprung from the bottle with a pop, impaled by the corkscrew she used and the fresh aroma of bittersweet red wine and its berries filled her nose. Cheap, yes, but it didnt mean it lacked in scent of flavor. Of course there vineyards and companies that did cater to those who only made so much and couldnt afford better than five dollar bottle of wines. Grabbing two deep bowl wine glasses and the bottle, she walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room where he occupied majority of the loveseat. She was about to make a motion that would indicate he ought to scoot it over so she could sit when he did somethingthat should have failed by all basic and logical proportions considering how drunk he honestly must have beenthat had her falling for his charms very quickly. Whether it was a question of how lonely she had been for this long or because what he did would be classified as a girl literally falling for himand so gracefully too which was something that wouldnt be classified with Estherit didnt matter because it worked. He even did it without making her spill a drop of wine from the bottle or drop one of the wine glasses. Not that shed be too upset about the wine or the glass, but she would make him pay for the glass. Everything she had in that kitchen was her mothers and these wine glasses were the ones she had since before she and Esthers dad were married. Did that classify them as fancy? Maybe. Maybe its what made the cheap wine taste better. She wouldnt know. But they just didnt make wine glasses like these anymore with such a big bowl that could house half the bottle of wine. She gasped softly and her gaze lifted up to his and the look of absolute shock and even a tiny bit of embarrassment was evident in her slightly glazed eyes as well as her face, especially by the rise of red in her cheeks. Did that really just happen? And then that kiss. It was so light that by the time she registered his lips touched her own, he was already pulling back before she could go in for more. Tease. Wont even give me a chance to shove my tongue down his throat. Although that might have been for good reason. She poured them both full and hefty glasses of wine, the bottle empty and more of it in her glass than his since he said he didnt want much. Very well, more for her. I can toast to that. After all, Im still trying to figure out just how you managed to do that even in your state of inebriation. She laughed softly before taking a hearty sip of her wine. She drank a good third of it like it was water and while it wasnt as strong as better bottles, it affected just as well. So for it to go down easier, it still got someone as messed up as a very expensive bottle. Looking up at him, she grinned and shrugged her shoulders. I think you wear Mr. Drunky just fine. Although Im sure it does help that you are so sloshed. This isnt anything fancy, but I kid you not, it does the trick just fine. Youll see in a moment. Soon Ill be atop that little coffee table pulling a Coyote Ugly on you and singing bad music while taking my clothes off. She laughed softly. It was something she could imagine herself doing. Considering Esther was more of a quiet girl and very soft spoken because of her shyness, it was kind of a shock that when she was drunk, it was like she did a complete one-eighty. She became this wild and outgoing piece of work, much like Abby but quite more belligerent and very horny. Most of her one night stands were only successful because she wasnt sober. Otherwise shed feel the sting of their absence a lot more greatly that night as opposed to that next morning where she was too clouded with a hangover to care. Esther took another sip when he did, hers much longer and draining another good third portion of her glass. Swallowing and exhaling coolly as the wine did burn just a tiny bit down her throat but still went easily, she brought her gaze back to him and grinned, though her cheeks did flush quite exponentially, a sign of her shyness from his compliments as well as the alcohols affect on her. Oh Mr. Pratt She began, before his lips touched hers ago. She found that he lingered, giving her a chance to respond instead of a little peck. Esther definitely responded. Her free hand slid around his cheek and she leaned forward, kissing him with a little more oomph than a soft kiss would ask for. Her hand slid along his cheek, his jaw and her fingers threaded into the back of his hair gently, pulling his lips closer like it was so far from hers. Slowly, she parted her lips from his and her breath came out shakily. Her eyes opened to look his face over and she swallowed hard. She had no idea what she was going to say to him to counter his sweet compliments. No, that kiss left her muddled or the alcohol had really taken affect now. Either way, all she could think about were his lips, their lips touching in a heated kiss and downing the rest of her wine, not exactly in that order. Although she couldnt seem to take her eyes off of his lips. She made a decision then. Downing the rest of her wine, she very quickly leaned over to place her glass on the table and then in a single fluid motion, her lips were against his and this time she kissed him with a deeper passion than before. Like she was claiming his lips and making her intentions for tonight all the more clear. Shed been pretty serious earlier. If she got drunk enough, she would hop on that coffee table and maybe not sing, but she would be dancing and taking her clothes off. But right now, it wasnt just her clothes she wanted to take off. It was also his.