When I woke up, mid-afternoon, I was in bed naked, looking around. She was hogging all the bedspread, and clothes were shrewd around the room. Damn. I did it again. The morning after hangovers was in my mouth like a bad aftertaste. What I had been avoiding the whole afternoon and night happened. This isn't what I anticipated, Picking up a robe that was hooked on the bedpost, I go to the bathroom to refresh and take a cold shower to wash away the remnants of yesternight.
I get back to the bedroom after hitting the shower, and I get dressed in a spare pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt; I was ready and fresh for the day. She was still asleep, and I got out of the room. There was music coming from the living area, someone was up already, good. Isa was at the far end cooking, as always; the love birds were cozied up on the seat by the windowsill.
"Finally, you are up," she says unceremoniously.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"Why would I," she says as she stirs something.
I walked over to the fridge fridge, I needed something cold for my throat.
"What are we cooking?"
"Some pasta and meatballs."
"I love that."
I pour some soda and drown it. There is a whiskey bottle quarter filled on the counter and I take a swig out of it. That felt better.
"Where is my phone?"
"It is behind the thingy charging," Isa says. She is the mother figure of our clique
"You are welcome," she adds.
"Thanks."
I pour another full glass of coke, and return the rest in its right place. I walked around the counter, pulled up a chair, and sat opposite the industrious Isa. She passed me two whiskey glasses, and I mixed the drinks for both of us.
"We work in sync."
"Always handsome."
"How's the food coming along?"
"It is almost done."
I pass her the glass, and i sip on mine as I watch her thinking of yesterday's events. After a moment, I get up and head for my phone, worried the lady with the most beautiful eyes might have reached out to me as I was lost in my own funk. Picking up my phone, it was full of charge, which was wonderful. I go back to my seat and start scrolling through looking for her number, Her name had escaped me, and I couldn't ask anyone her name, they would just make fun of me, and that shit would bite me later. The only way I knew how to find her, I by going through my contacts, to jog my mind. There she was! Ell; with the beautiful smile and adorable eyes, she hadn't texted me, is she serious? I thought we bonded, I made the first move, and I immediately texted her, inquiring if she was free in the afternoon and maybe we could meet up.
Sipping on the drink, Vicky joins me, lifting herself up, She sits on the counter as Bryan joins Isa and makes himself useful. I knew what she wanted to ask, and I wasn't ready to talk, hell, I didn't know what happened myself. Her line of fire I was determined to avoid and take cover, she could get the nitty details from her friend.
"How was it? I knew you guys could hit it off. I am the perfect matchmaker. Beb, do you know they did it. They are a thing now."
I wanted to shut her up, but Will did that for me as he walked in: "Vicky, you are too loud."
He walks in complaining, holding his head. He pulls a seat beside me, picks up my glass, and drowns it, He pours the bottle; 's contents into the glass and pushes it my way as he takes a swig from the bottle, which remains in his custody.
Before I could reprimand him, the sleeping beauty walks in with a disheveled head, though she looks like she has taken a shower. Vicky immediately jumps off the counter and meets her friend mid-way. I drowned in the contents of the glass, and the feel of alcohol burning down gave me comfort.
"Everyone is up, good, time to eat," Isa says.
Vicky and Bev got busy setting the table; Vicky seemed to be excited talking to Bev, as they stole glances at me. Good thing Bryan joined them carrying food, and we did help with the rest joining the two ladies. Whatever Vicky's burning questions were, she had to wait for the meal to be over.