In which they're drunk.

[Cowritten with aplayfulpup. Set after THIS.]

She was drunk.

Being drunk in New Jersey was a bad idea, and she should have known that. She wasn't even sure why she was in New Jersey anymore. She was fairly certain she had a reason when she got there, but now she couldn't remember it. Now there was just the warm, fuzzy feeling of alcohol, and she just wished that her head had the warm fuzzy feelings to match. It didn't. It was just emptiness and anger and sadness because she knew the situation with Aaron was her fault. She could be happy and warm and fuzzy right now if she could just learn how to keep her mouth shut. A shrink would call it self-sabotaging. She just considered it her being stupid.

She had been staring at the phone in front of her for the past hour, fighting her inner desire to just pick up the phone and see if she would either be finding the warm and fuzzy feelings, or making a total ass out of herself. She knew what she had with Aaron wasn't healthy. She knew that better than she cared to admit, but it was what she wanted more than anything right then. She just wanted to feel good. She wanted to know since when was that too much to ask.

She picked up the phone and pulled up his number, before pressing the phone to her ear, humming slightly to herself as she waited for him to answer.

( *** )

In which there are horrible bridesmaid dresses and bad memories.

[Cowritten with aplayfulpup. Becca = waterdoesntwork. Set after Aaron stuff that hasn’t been posted yet, but I will link back when his mun has the internet again.]

Aaron had tried to go see Jake, but he wasn't home. He wasn't answering his phone either. Aaron had a slight recollection of Jake saying he'd be somewhere, but Aaron couldn't remember where. So instead he hopped on his bike and just drove.

He was out of it from seeing his blast from the past, and he needed some air. He wasn't all that surprised when he ended up pulling to a stop by Felicity's apartment up in the city. He found a good spot to park the bike in and headed up. He knocked on her door, hoping Becca wouldn't be around. But, he soon learned that no one was.

He looked at his cell phone. It wasn't too late, and he didn't think Felicity was in Jersey. He tried giving her a call, but found her phone went straight to voicemail. He didn't leave a message because he didn't know what to say. Instead he just sat down by her door and leaned his head back, waiting.

It was well after dark by the time that Becca and Felicity got back to their place. She was a little drunk, and she had wanted to go back to New Brunswick with Jake and Grace in order to see Aaron, but somehow Becca had managed to convince her that getting a decent night's sleep was a better idea. How, she wasn't sure, but she was relatively certain that it had something to do with what today was and how she shouldn't be looking to be a sex toy on the anniversary of her brother's death. She was just looking for a little fun -- at least, she thought she was and a shrink would probably tell her otherwise, but for the time being, that was her story and she was sticking to it.

She was still a little drunk though.

She was leaning into Becca's shoulder as they got off the elevator, and when she spotted Aaron sitting by their front door, she grinned, and pushed off her best friend to make her way towards him. She knew she looked ridiculous -- the dress was all the wrong color and too many ruffles to be fashionable on anyone, but she didn't really care, and she figured he'd be taking it off her anyway.

"Hey, you. What're you doing here?"

( *** )