Mattheo
FUCK.
I’m holding the door with one hand and a fifth of scotch with the other. The look on James's face says more than I want to hear.
Not to mention he’s the last person I want to see.
"Your papers and your ma-"
"Blah." I wave my hand at him as I cut him off. He stomps into my house without waiting to be invited in.
"Man. You're going to cut your feet on this vase." he leads me to a chair and forces me to sit down. "Where are your people?"
"I - I gave them time off for good behavior," I laugh, slapping my knee. I begin to take another drink, and he yanks the bottle from my hand. "Hey. I was gon-"
"Yeah, you were gonna take another drink. You don't need any more drinks from the looks of you."
James gives me a once over.
"Phew. Let alone the smell of you. How long has it been since you showered?"
"I was showered with kisses by Betsy when I came back from the Phil-Phil-fuck.The Philippines." I release a hiccup and James rolls his eyes at me.
"Where can I find a broom?" he asks.
"Broom?" I try to sit up and feeling dizzy, I fall back into the chair. "Damned if I know."
I see James shaking his head with a hand on one hip. He looks at the scotch and takes a swig for himself.
"Look, don’t walk over here. Where are your slippers?"
I try to point and end up laughing because my hand won't do what I want it to. Seeing his frustration with me, I give him a salute, thinking it'll make him laugh. No dice.
Jerk. Why's he here anyways?
"Yeah, why're you here anyways?"
I’m shifting from side to side from being so drunk.
"As I said, Alexa." James is serious, but I can't help but chuckle.
I stand to my feet, wobbling a bit, and point a finger at him.
"Congratulations asshole."
"What?" he asks.
"You came here to heap some salt in my scotch," I slur as I try to stay on my feet.
James looks at me hard.
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
I know I’m getting upset, breathing heavily now. As I try to punch at the air, I fall slightly and catch myself on the arm of the chair. Standing, I point at him.
"I saw you two lovebirds when I got back."
I can't help it; a tear slips from my eye. I point at myself emphatically.