I set the can down on the coffee table, kicked off my shoes, and then racked out on the sofa. I wasn’t going anywhere for a while. When Danielle came back from getting dressed, she saw me and said, “You can get up now.”
I laughed, shook my head, and croaked, ““Nope. Can’t. Not ‘till da room stops movin’.”
She grabbed my hand, and pulled it upward, “Come on, you. Get up.”
“Nope,” I didn’t budge. I pointed to the coffee table.
“So, you’ve had a drink. That’s nothing. Get up.”
I laughed some more. “Chugged four.”
“Yep. Had that last chug. Looked out the winnow. And da trees took off for da hills.” I smiled. At least, I think I smiled. Maybe I leered. Danielle was cute, you know, and I was blitzed, so yeah, maybe I leered. “An I ain’t movin’ ’till da trees, ceiling and walls stop movin’.”
She pouted, with that look. The one grabs you where it counts and squeezes. The one you can’t ever argue with. “But, you were going to come to the banquet with me.”
I remember thinking I was toast.
“This is how you get out of it? Get drunk, so you can’t go?”
“Lead on, darlin’,” I said, as I staggered to my feet. Standing before her, swaying I continued, “ I’m ready when you are.”
Then the ground moved up, toward my face.
I don’t remember anything after that.
This is my response to the #ThursThreads 56 prompt. I had the thought, and just couldn’t resist trying to write this. Thanks to Siobhan Muir for hosting #ThursThreads each week. Now, go read the other entries in this week’s challenge. Have fun.