Friday night found Dimitri at the bar and absolutely miserable. He stared through the amber in his glass down to the marred surface of the bar. It had seen better days, hell, he had seen better days. He lifted the glass taking a long gulp, sighing as it provided no relief. Ryan had drug him out, despite all his protests. He just wanted to be alone. And he swore, if one more twig with stick straight hair and enough make up to choke on made another suggestion he might just lose it.
Just then, something familiar came into the edge of Dimitri's sight. He turned and sighed. Madi. She seemed happy as ever, wild curls ends bouncing just below the middle of her back, body wrapped up in jeans with wide flares below the knee and a wifebeater, her standard. She pounded one shot and then another before nodding to the tender and stumbling back towards the pool table. She was... wasted. Absolutely obliterated. He watched as she bumped her way through the crowd, arriving at the jukebox to make her selection.
It happened so quickly Dimitri could barely believe it was real. One hand yanked Madi from the other man's grasp as the other pushed him away. He pulled her close, his lips dropping to her ear. "Are you alright?" She simply nodded. He knew the look in her eyes, the jerking movement had shaken up all that alcohol in her. For the first time, she was realizing just how drunk she was. "Let's get you home." Another nod. He held her hand tightly as he led her out of the bar into the fresh air. Just the smell of the crisp spring air made the greenness in her cheeks fade a bit.
Her head was swimming, she was horribly drunk and, and he was still holding her hand. She stumbled, zig-zagging across the pavement. Oh G-d, there was no way she was making it the 8 blocks to her own house. She stopped, looking up at Dimitri and stumbling backward a bit as she tilted her head upward. She was such a dumb ass. That was the only conclusion she could come to right now. She wanted to be selfish. She wanted to lock him up and keep him as her own forever, even if she wasn't good for him. He turned to look down at her.
"You okay, Lady?" She smiled. It was pretty tonight. An almost full moon made a white halo of light that reflected off his hair, the buzzing of the orange streetlights and the muffled sound of music from a house party. She swallowed hard, trying to a take a step forward and instead nearly falling into Dimitri. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her to steady her, his head canting to look into her face. Being so close was all she could take, arms encircled his neck, tugging his face to her own as she kissed him.
Dimitri groaned, squeezing her closer still as he found her mouth again. She tasted like red bull and vodka, and maybe some jaeger? Slowly he broke the kiss and looked into her face. "Madi..." his hand rose to cup her cheek, his thumb beginning to move against her temple as she leaned into his touch, forcing a sigh from his throat. "I can't do that, not now. You're too drunk." She bit her lip and looked at the ground, unsure whether to be insulted or flattered. "Madi?" Her eyes rose to his face once more. She was being awful, wasn't she? "Do you wanna crash on my couch and I'll help you out with your hang over in the morning?" He chuckled, his arm still around her back, his free hand smoothing her hair, eyes locked on hers. Lips fell to brush against hers gently. He felt like total scum, taking advantage of her when she was vulnerable like this. Things would probably be the same, or maybe even worse than before, in the morning.
"Dimitri?" He looked at her, waiting for her answer. "Could I... could I sleep with you instead of the couch? I.. I just haven't been sleeping right all week." Despite the slurring and the drop off at the end, he thought he heard her correctly.
"You can sleep where ever you want."
"Okay." As she spoke he reluctantly loosened his grip on her, his fingertips sliding across her lower back and over her forearm until his hand found hers once more. From there the walk was relatively quiet, except for when Madi stumbled on bits of uneven sidewalk. How he managed to get her up the front stairs without lifting her was a mystery, and he smiled when she immeadiately moved to collapse on the crappy swing sweat he and Ryan had invested in on a trip to the local Walmart. She patted the seat next to herself in a sloppy movement. "Come sit? It's pretty out." He smiled, he couldn't say no to that voice, sleepy and childlike. He settled his weight gently, wrapping an arm around her shoulder out of habit. Before he could realize his action and correct it her head on his shoulder. "Dimitri?"
"Yes, Ms. Madi?" His head fell to rest against hers as eyes gazed out from beneath the roof out into the inky black sky, punctuated by the glitter of white blue stars.
