The next morning, Jake takes a cab home. Kisses Kirsten awake, and sits next to her on their bed. "Asshole," she grumbles.
"You didn't wait around for me, did you?"
"You said you were going to be gone for, like, twenty minutes. Thirty, tops. I almost called the cops. I thought you'd gotten mugged."
"Naw, Heath just took me out on a proper Australian piss-up," Jake chuckled, doing a bad imitation of Heath's accent. "He drank me under the table. We were so trashed, we ended up getting a room at the Best Western...Kiki, don't look at me like that!" He hoped his laugh didn't sound as nervous to her as it did to him.
"You could have called," she sighed. "And you do know you're walking around with one sock on and one sock off, right?"
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Date: 2004-07-22 05:08 pm (UTC)The next morning, Jake takes a cab home. Kisses Kirsten awake, and sits next to her on their bed. "Asshole," she grumbles.
"You didn't wait around for me, did you?"
"You said you were going to be gone for, like, twenty minutes. Thirty, tops. I almost called the cops. I thought you'd gotten mugged."
"Naw, Heath just took me out on a proper Australian piss-up," Jake chuckled, doing a bad imitation of Heath's accent. "He drank me under the table. We were so trashed, we ended up getting a room at the Best Western...Kiki, don't look at me like that!" He hoped his laugh didn't sound as nervous to her as it did to him.
"You could have called," she sighed. "And you do know you're walking around with one sock on and one sock off, right?"