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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 19:18:24 GMT
"Helena," I try, trying to pull my mind together, "Can I just please, PLEASE talk to her." I frown big time.
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 19:21:22 GMT
"No, Jack, she's really, really upset right now.."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 19:25:33 GMT
Is it just my drunk mind, or is her reasoning really as unlogical as it seems to be? "That's not gonna change unless I get a chance to explain myself though!" I frown. "Nothing happened, so... what are you gonna do? Keep me from talking to her so she can keep feeling fucked up, when there's no real reason to?"
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 19:27:44 GMT
"I'm not going to let you upset her more. Look, I'll ring you back when she's calmed down."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 19:30:10 GMT
"Wonderful." I grumble sarcastically.
What the hell.
Anouk was the one running of to start drinking while being pregnant.. and she caused the drama with Natalie. On top of that, when I tried to find her for the countdown she was nowhere in sight. What the fuck. All *I* did was stand in the wrong place so Natalie's lips landed on mine. And now I'm the one to blame for everything?
Jesus, I need a drink.
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 19:38:48 GMT
"Hey, don't get angry at me about it. Maybe you should calm down a bit too. Get sober."
I frown over at Helena and the phone as I start to pay more attention to whats going on around me, and I hear her talking to who I can only guess is Jack. I'm not even sure that I want to talk to him or not. I have nothing else to say.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 19:52:55 GMT
"Yeah well maybe you should give me a chance to talk to my girlfriend, cos I didn't do a fuck wrong." I mumble. This isn't helping. "Let her call me some time, okay." I tell Helena, before I hang up the phone.
I sit down right where I was standing, on the floor with my back against the wall. A frown locked on my features. In thoughts. What the hell was Anouk thinking? Running of like that? She could've come to me, talked to me.. I mean, isn't your partner the one you should go to when things get fucked up?
I sigh deeply, considering what to do.
The only thing I really want to do is get hammered beyond belief.
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 19:57:49 GMT
Hours later I'm in a guest room, by myself. Helena and Tim went to bed, and I told them I would too. But I can't sleep. And so I'm sitting here in a nightdress she lent me, in the dark, a distraught look on my face.
I finally decide to ring Jack.. having no real faith in him picking up, or being very sober at all.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 20:06:30 GMT
I'm still at the party when she calls me. The music is louder now, the people drunker, and I gladly went along with that vibe. I didn't want to spend the rest of the night by the phone wondering about Anouk (who fucked up first, for crying out loud!). So I stayed. There's plenty of other people here. Che's here, who's drunk enough to listen to all my ranting about how fucked up reality is. Ana disappeared though. Probably went home.
Anyway, when my phone rings I don't notice until the fifth time it rang or something, but I pick it up then after seeing Anouk's name on the screen. "Yeah," I answer, though I'm totally oversounded by the music. I move away from the crowd to hear something.
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 20:12:37 GMT
I pause for a moment at the sound of his voice, like I haven't heard it in forever..
".. Jack." I mumble.
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