Invisible String

C.1: drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

Truthfully she had no intention of getting to know him that well either. Not past this one singular night, despite that small flutter in the bottom of her stomach that appeared each time that he made her laugh.

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Madison's eyes flicked open as she regained some sense of self. Her eyes glanced around the bedroom that she found herself in, it was pretty bare. There was a distinct lack of personal items such as photos that she could see from her spot in the bed. A small finger of light broke through the curtain covering the large window.

Madison smoothly tried to push herself out of the mysterious bed she found herself in.

"Shit," she quietly swore to herself as the arm tightly wrapped around her waist pulled her back against the body of her bed fellow. Her gaze shot down to see the arm wrapped around her.

"Don't go," he whispered, pressing a kiss against her bare shoulder. Brushing against the small scar on her shoulder, one that he wasn't even aware that was there. Before resting his head against her bare back.

Madison closed her eyes once again as the events of the last few hours washed right over Madison. Spending almost the entire evening in the piano bar until the man in the bed with bought her the first drink.

Staying there until she picked him up, or did he pick her up? Or was it a mutual picking up? That didn't matter now as she was lying in his bed and they got what they both wanted. Mutual stress relief.

"Bathroom," she whispered back, "I'll be back, I promise."

He groaned as he appeared to muse over Madison's words, before reluctantly letting her slip out of his arms.

"I promise," she states once again. Lying to him purely for her own comfort, thinking that he'd fall right back asleep. She hesitated for a second as she watched him fall back into the comforting embrace of his bed.

Having no intention of returning, she gathered up her clothes that had been tossed around the room in pure desperation. Hoping that she'd kicked off her red bottom heels when she entered his apartment, as they were a pair that couldn't be easily replaced.

Quickly but quietly getting dressed as she made her way down his home, through the aid of the uncovered windows that let in a little of the moon light. Madison had no intention of seeing him again. But the capital was a relatively small city so nothing ever went according to plan. Madison grabbed her bag from where he'd tossed it, thankfully next to her shoes, searching through it for any leftover money from the tips she made.

"Shit," she swore to herself as she came up empty. She bit down on her inner lip, not knowing that she'd spent almost all the cash she'd earned earlier.

Glancing over at the clock that hung on his wall, she saw that it was almost three am. There was no way that she could walk home at this hour, not safely at least. Not mentioning the fact that she didn't even know where she was.

She mulled over the other two preferred options, as she fought against her natural urge to start pacing around. Calling and waking up her mother, which was a death wish. As Constance would tell her that she was an adult and should have thought of this possibility before going home with the strange man that she met in some random bar, not knowing anything about him. Or she could wake the man up and ask him to drive her home. She could just picture how that conversation would go down.

"Not that I didn't just enjoy what we did, but I don't wanna spend the night and I don't know many in the city, with the main person being someone who owns a motorcade, so not the best get away plan. And like that'd just be a real awkward conversation for everyone involved. So can you drive me home?"

That's how the conversation could possibly go, or worse.

The third option was climb back into bed with him, and stay till he had to leave for work. A time that public transport should be more regular and slightly safer for her to use to get almost the whole journey home, and then walk the remainder of it.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a singular bill lying on the ground. Lying next to her feet. She wasn't sure if it fallen out from her own bag or from his jacket, as they hastily pulled at each other's clothes in sheer desperation to forget the stresses of life.

Reluctantly she took the bill that had fallen onto the ground, hoping that it'd come from her own bag. Picking it up, she slipped out the front door. 

Closing it as quietly as she could not wishing to disturb anyone in the neighbouring apartments. Continuing her way down the brownstone's staircase and out the door. Using the street lights to guide her walk towards the cab office that she'd seen from the backseat of the drive to his place.

Throwing a glance back up at the window of his home, she sadly smiled, knowing that she'd never see him again. They had a fun time together, one that under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have minded repeated, but the last thing on Madison's mind right now was setting herself up for the possibility of getting heartbroken once again.   

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A/N: So hopefully you enjoyed this first chapter. 

Okay, so this fic starts off back in s.1 in between episode 3 and 4, and it'll take a few chapters before episode 4 begins, at the minute, there'll be another two chapters  before actually getting into episode 4. 

And yes, at the moment, each chapter will be titled with  song lyrics.  With it mainly Taylor Swift, for the moment.