The Prostitute And The Player (Watty Awards 2011)

Chapter Six

“It’s a surprise. They have the best food you’ll ever taste!” He exclaims, smiling at me.

Within fifteen minutes, we pull into the parking lot, some small but cute restaurant I was eager to check out. As I go to open up my door, somehow Jake was there before I could blink. He helped me out like a gentlemen, his car beeping momentarily, signaling it was locked.

The familiar sound of my heels clicking felt familiar, but at least I knew that I wasn’t heading into the joint, but some place normal.

The sign on the door read ‘Olive Garden’ in green cursive stickers with a grape as their symbol just below the e in olive. Jake opened the door for me and we walk through, something similar to elevator music playing in the background. It was soothing. “How many?” A butler dressed up all classy as well questioned.

“Two please,” Jake held up two fingers.

Heading into the restaurant, beautiful lights were strung up everywhere. The regular lights were dimmed, and candles were centered in the middle of the tables, nice and glowing. We take a seat and being the gentlemen Jake was tonight, he pushes my chair in for me. I smile at him. “What?” He asks once he’s seated.

“Your such a gentlemen.” I comment, looking at the menu myself. “Oh, they have alcohol, huh?” I ask, a devious smile spread across my face. He knew what I was after for sure.

“You don’t mean?” He hinted, his eyebrow cocked.

An hour and a half later I’m so drunk at the bar across from Olive Garden I cant see straight, which is normal. I haven’t ever really gotten drunk. I was smart enough to know when some dirty asshole spiked my drink, so I knew what was going on. Now, I was drunk off my ass. Well, probably.

I was moving, I didn’t know how or why or where the hell I was at either. Black pavement was moving and making my stomach more queasier than it already was. “Whoo!” I yell out loud, but someone puts their hand against my mouth so that I cant speak, so I bite the hand.

“Ouch, damn it! What was that for?” Even in my drunken state I can guess that it’s Jake’s soothing voice. His jacket was leather and I could feel it on my bare legs. Bile rose in my throat, but I knew that I couldn’t just let it come out all over the black tile which was really pavement. I would’ve realized that if I hadn’t gotten so wasted.

“Haha, because you’ve been bad.” My words were slurred and so messed up and hoarse that it didn’t even sound like me.

“Oh, have I now? I think I like drunk Allie.” Jake says, amusement dripping through his tone.

A few seconds later I was tossed in the backseat and we were driving, I think. Either that or the evil penguins were finally kidnapping me! “Damn penguins.” Someone chuckled from the front seat, but I couldn’t make sense of anything. No matter how hard I even attempted to. My stomach was twisting knots like a cork screw fair ride or something.

The motions were making me feel worse, and this time I really couldn’t stop the puking sensation that came up my throat. I even covered my mouth. “Shit, Allie, no! Not in my car!” I heard someone cry, hitting their head repeatedly on the steering wheel. Before I knew it, everything was spilling out of me.

“I feel better.” I giggle, “Whoo!” And with that I fall onto the seat, out as cold as an ice cube.

Turning over, I let out a content sigh and stretch, opening my eyes. When Jake isn’t in the bed, I frown. “What the hell?” I ask, as my head is pounding terribly. I rub my temples trying to calm the throbbing down, and groan as I fall back on my pillow, my hair falling all in my face. The door opens and then I am squinting at the sudden light that floods the room.

Other than that, the room was completely black because the shades were closed, I thanked god for that. “Here.” Jake is totally smirking at me, why I couldn’t tell you.

“What happened last night?” He only burst into hysteric laughter, finally sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me. “Oh god. Just tell me.” I plop back into a laying down position and cover my face with a very fluffy pillow.

“Well, at least you manage to eat your dinner and drink enough daiquiri to contain a keg.” He chuckles once more shaking his head. “Oh and apparently you’re afraid of killer penguins that our going to drown you with their freeze rays.” He laughs again, kissing my forehead.

“Anything else?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

“Well, you kinda threw up in my car, but it’s whatever.” He shrugs it off, suddenly I felt so guilty, I threw myself at him, but he pulls away. “Go brush your teeth before we do anything, I mean you have hangover breath.” I laugh, shoving him back on the bed.

Getting up off the bed, I feel a sudden head rush and then sit down immediately. “Whoa, hangovers really do suck.” I say, rubbing my head. I heard they were horrible, but I didn’t know they were this bad.

Showering because I felt freaking horrible, I turn off the faucet. Jake had rubbed my back for me and washed it, and then towel dried my hair, which only caused us to get into a towel-snapping war. This girl won by a long shot.

I didn’t get the name Allie-Cat from just anywhere.

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