the table. Dana picks up her phone again, types something else and then sets it back down again before pinning her eyes on me.
“So what's going on with you and Kristina?” She asks. I sigh loudly. I knew this was coming.
I spend the next half hour giving Dana all the details on the argument with Kristina, admitting my fault of course but also making my point that she crossed the line in talking to Liam without at least letting me know about it. I mean she did after all, watch me drive myself crazy for days before letting me know that she knew why Liam hadn't reached out to me.
Turns out Dana was texting Kristina through our lunch to get her side of things, so she had a few words of advice for me. One, never accuse your best friend of having a thing for your man. Noted. Two, don't walk out on a fight, it's better to resolve it than to let it fester. Got it. And three, when you are in the wrong, you should be the one to apologize. So is that her way of telling me I was the one in the wrong? Regardless, my favorite thing about Dana is she doesn't judge and she sees things from all sides. She also tells me exactly what I don't want to hear but what I need to hear none the less.
By the end of lunch, Dana and I have managed to drink five large draft beers each and find ourselves stumbling out of the restaurant laughing like high school girls. Dana trips over her own feet and takes a nose dive to the ground, me trying very unsuccessfully to catch her and going down with her. We end up laying on our backs in the middle of the sidewalk laughing hysterically.
I see people above us, sidestepping around us and looking at us like we have lost our minds but I really don't care. I don't care that it's the middle of a Sunday afternoon and that I am so drunk that the sky above me has started to spin. All I care is that right now, in this moment, I feel okay. I am not plagued by the constant thoughts of Liam and the 'what ifs'. No, right now, I just simply don't give a shit. And you know what, it feels good not to give a shit for a change.
The sun shining brightly in my face is blocked out by a shadow hovering over me. I squint to try to make out the face, sure that it's someone about to yell at us for our ridiculous behavior. But then the blurred face above me starts to come into view and my stomach plummets to my feet.
“Ladies, you're looking as beautiful as ever.” Liam says, looking from me to Dana, who is still sprawled out beside me.
“Ah shit, busted.” She says on a slur before breaking into a fit of laughter again. I can't help but join her. I know it's ridiculous and completely immature but I just don't care right now.
“Well it would appear that you ladies are in need of a ride home. Dave, can you please make sure that Ms. McCoy gets home safely.” Liam says, sending my attention to the man standing next to him that I hadn't even noticed was there. I recognize him immediately. The larger than life man that once carried a passed out Grayson out of my apartment after he had shoved his way in.
“No, I need my car.” Dana whines, pushing herself up into a sitting position and crossing her arms over her chest like a pouting child.
“I will make sure your car is delivered to your apartment before the end of the day. Dave.” He says. Dave wastes no time hoisting Dana to her feet and positioning his muscular arm around her waist to hold her steady.
I still have made no attempt to move from the ground. Liam looks back down at me shaking his head, a very amused smile playing on his lips. “Now what am I going to do with you?” He says on a small laugh.
“Well Mr. Mason,
“So what's going on with you and Kristina?” She asks. I sigh loudly. I knew this was coming.
I spend the next half hour giving Dana all the details on the argument with Kristina, admitting my fault of course but also making my point that she crossed the line in talking to Liam without at least letting me know about it. I mean she did after all, watch me drive myself crazy for days before letting me know that she knew why Liam hadn't reached out to me.
Turns out Dana was texting Kristina through our lunch to get her side of things, so she had a few words of advice for me. One, never accuse your best friend of having a thing for your man. Noted. Two, don't walk out on a fight, it's better to resolve it than to let it fester. Got it. And three, when you are in the wrong, you should be the one to apologize. So is that her way of telling me I was the one in the wrong? Regardless, my favorite thing about Dana is she doesn't judge and she sees things from all sides. She also tells me exactly what I don't want to hear but what I need to hear none the less.
By the end of lunch, Dana and I have managed to drink five large draft beers each and find ourselves stumbling out of the restaurant laughing like high school girls. Dana trips over her own feet and takes a nose dive to the ground, me trying very unsuccessfully to catch her and going down with her. We end up laying on our backs in the middle of the sidewalk laughing hysterically.
I see people above us, sidestepping around us and looking at us like we have lost our minds but I really don't care. I don't care that it's the middle of a Sunday afternoon and that I am so drunk that the sky above me has started to spin. All I care is that right now, in this moment, I feel okay. I am not plagued by the constant thoughts of Liam and the 'what ifs'. No, right now, I just simply don't give a shit. And you know what, it feels good not to give a shit for a change.
The sun shining brightly in my face is blocked out by a shadow hovering over me. I squint to try to make out the face, sure that it's someone about to yell at us for our ridiculous behavior. But then the blurred face above me starts to come into view and my stomach plummets to my feet.
“Ladies, you're looking as beautiful as ever.” Liam says, looking from me to Dana, who is still sprawled out beside me.
“Ah shit, busted.” She says on a slur before breaking into a fit of laughter again. I can't help but join her. I know it's ridiculous and completely immature but I just don't care right now.
“Well it would appear that you ladies are in need of a ride home. Dave, can you please make sure that Ms. McCoy gets home safely.” Liam says, sending my attention to the man standing next to him that I hadn't even noticed was there. I recognize him immediately. The larger than life man that once carried a passed out Grayson out of my apartment after he had shoved his way in.
“No, I need my car.” Dana whines, pushing herself up into a sitting position and crossing her arms over her chest like a pouting child.
“I will make sure your car is delivered to your apartment before the end of the day. Dave.” He says. Dave wastes no time hoisting Dana to her feet and positioning his muscular arm around her waist to hold her steady.
I still have made no attempt to move from the ground. Liam looks back down at me shaking his head, a very amused smile playing on his lips. “Now what am I going to do with you?” He says on a small laugh.
“Well Mr. Mason,
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