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Peyton pulled her veste closer around her as she walked back towards her apartment after work. For the past mois ou so she had been working at Record Breaker Incorporated, it was an obvious step down from her précédant job, but she had to pay the bills somehow. She still owned 10% of the label, she had signed the rest over to Haley, but it wasn’t the same as being there in person. Luckily her cell started ringing before she could think much plus about her job. Assuming that it was Brooke calling for the weekly update that they had become accustomed to, she answered it quickly.
“Ok, B. Davis, I’m not at accueil yet, so try to keep the embarrassing stories to a minimal until later.”
“Peyton? This isn’t Brooke, its Lindsey.”
“Oh! Hi, Lindsey. Can I help toi with something?” Peyton said. She hadn’t talked to Lindsey since she left arbre Hill, and she didn’t really know why she would be calling her.
“Actually I was just calling to see if toi were planning on coming to the wedding, Luke and I haven’t gotten your RSVP yet, and I’m trying to do the seating arrangement.”
Peyton tucked her hair behind her ear as she walked through her door, “I would l’amour to go, I’m just not sure whether I’ll be able to take time off of work to travel down there.”
“It’s going to be on a Saturday evening, so toi could fly down here and fly back before Monday, and not miss any work. Plus I’m sure Lucas would l’amour to see toi there since toi two are so close.” Lindsey a dit snidely.
“I would l’amour to be there, but I don’t really have enough money to buy tickets at such short notice.”
“Well, call me par suivant week if toi can get a ticket, I’ll leave two spots open for you...” Lindsey said.
“Wait? Why are toi leaving two spots open? If I can make it it will just be me.” Peyton said.
“Oh, I assumed toi were dating somebody. I mean, it’s not like you’re attached to anybody. Right?” Lindsey said.
“Um, right.” Peyton hesitantly said. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Great, I look vers l'avant, vers l’avant to it.” Lindsey a dit before she disconnected the call.
Peyton was blown away. She had tried to be as politely direct as possible when hinting that she didn’t really want to go to the wedding, but for some reason Lindsey seemed to be set on her being there. Not only that, but she had also insinuated that she should bring a date. As if she was going to try to steal Lucas away on his wedding day.
Suddenly she felt like she couldn’t handle it anymore. She had no Friends here. She had one of the worse jobs that she had ever had. And now she had to get enough money together to go back to her psychotic hometown to attend the wedding of her ex. That was later though. Right now all she needed was to go blow off some steam.
~ ♥ ~
Jess was doing the inventory at Truncheon Books, when Matthew and Chris walked in.
“Hey, man. Are toi planning on stopping par the CBR Bar tonight?” Chris asked.
“I was thinking about it, why?” Jess responded.
“I just wanted to know if I would have to work tonight, Sam called off sick.” Matt said.
“Ok, when I a dit that I was thinking about stopping by, I meant that I was thinking about going there to get some drinks. Not to pour drinks for the depressed tourists of Philly, as entertaining as that often is.” Jess said. “Plus I’ve worked there for the past week. If I step one foot in there in the suivant 3 days, I will not be doing the pouring. Got it?”
“Got it.” Matt said. “No dibs!”
“Aw, man. I had a rendez-vous amoureux, date tonight toi guys.” Chris complained.
“Really, with who?” Jess jokingly asked.
“With that girl….from….with the….well, it’s not like toi guys have dates either.” Chris said. “I know that Matt claims that Amy from the coffee boutique likes him, but I’m not even sure that he knows her name.” Chris continued before Matt could respond. “And it’s not like that brown headed girl from Yale is going to be coming back anytime soon.”
“What did toi just say?” Jess looked up quickly and asked.
“I just meant…”
“Finish up the inventory yourself. I’m going up.” Jess a dit as he went up stairs to the apartment.
“Nice going, now we both have to work; I’ll finish up the inventory, toi go see if toi can cheer plus people up at the bar.” Matt sarcastically a dit as he stared at the stack of work he had to finish.
“Well, I’m going to call Sam and see if he is actually sick.” Chris said. “Better yet, I’ll offer him 200 extra bucks to go in tonight.”
“Wow, toi really want to go on this imaginary date, don’t you?” Matt said. “You know, Chris if toi have a girl toi can tell us. We won’t embarrass toi too much.”
“Yeah, yeah. Then how do toi explain the stack of photos that toi showed to Megan when I brought her here?” Chris said. “I still haven’t heard back from her, and that was two months ago.”
“Come on man! What were we supposed to do with the photos of toi sleeping? We couldn’t just throw them away, that would be like throwing away treasure. Blackmailing treasure to be plus exact.” Matt responded.
“I’ll admit they were pretty good, I mean…”
They both paused as they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Suddenly Jess appeared before them.
“Ok, guys listen up. I’m about to go to the bar and get good and hammered. I am not going there to work. If I don’t see one of toi there in the suivant 10 minutes, then both of toi are locked out of the apartment and banned from the bar and store for the suivant three days. Remember the last time that happened?” Jess said.
They did remember. They had both been locked out of the apartment in the middle of December with nothing but the clothes on their backs. A couple of times they had been mistaken for a homeless couple. Needless to say they didn’t want that to happen again.
“Actually Jess, Sam will be there.” Chris said. “I just called him and it turns out that he’s not sick.”
“Great, but toi still have to stay here and do inventory with Matt,” Jess said. “And toi better not take those 200 dollars out of the register.”
~ ♥ ~
Peyton was sitting on a bar tabouret at the CBR bar, a place that one of the girls from work, Michelle, had told her about a couple of days ago. At the time, Peyton had politely declined, saying that she couldn’t go out then, but maybe she would another time. It turns out that all the motivation she needed to go to the bar was a slightly embarrassing phone call from a person that she was trying to stay far away from.
“Hi, what can I get you?” the man behind the bar said.
“Hi, Sam. I’ll take your strongest drink.” Peyton said.
“Yes ma’am. I just need to see your ID.”
Accustomed to being asked this question, Peyton quickly pulled out her ID to montrer the bartender. Five minutes later she was sipping on her drink, a drink appropriately named the Zombie. It was probably the strongest drink that she had ever had, but at least it tasted better than the Brooke Davis, she thought. Remembering the night that Brooke had named that drink made her drink her Zombie even faster. A few minutes later, as she ate a few cacahuètes out of the bowl beside her, she scanned the room quickly, trying to see if there was anybody interesting out tonight. Her eyes quickly went to the door when she saw it open and saw him enter. The guy that had been haunting most of her dreams lately. The guy whose book she had read cover to cover five times. The guy who was now sitting down a couple of stools away from her.
“Hey Sam. When’s Chris giving toi the 200 dollars?” Jess asked.
“Well, he a dit that he was going to give to me ‘immediately’, so I’d say somewhere in the suivant two weeks.” Sam said.
“A little confident in Chris are we?” Jess a dit with a smirk.
“Oh, toi know I’ve got to give him the benefit of the doubt.” Sam responded. “I assume that you’ll be having your usual.”
“You assume right.” Jess said.
That’s when he looked to his left and noticed the curly haired girl a couple of stools over. He knew that he she looked familiar, so he decided to ask.
“Excuse me.”
Peyton quickly looked over towards the direction of Jess’s voice. “Yes?”
“I know that I’ve seen toi before, but I can’t remember where.” Jess said. “Care to refresh my memory?”
“I’m Peyton. I was in the store about a mois ago, the jour that it rained. I slipped and toi helped me up.” Peyton responded.
“That’s right. toi know I didn’t mean to be rude when I shut the store down so fast, I was just really tired and it was getting late.” Jess a dit as Sam handed him his drink.
“Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t take it personally.” Peyton said.
“Good.” Jess a dit with a slight smile in her direction.
Peyton returned the smile and then her attention went to her drink. Realizing that it was empty, she was about to ask for another one when Jess stopped her.
“What are toi drinking?” Jess asked her.
“Um, the Zombie.” Peyton responded.
“And how many have toi had.”
“Just one.”
“Ok, I think you’ve had enough of those. toi do realize that that drink is the third most alcoholic drink in the world right?” Jess asked.
“Yeah, that’s kinda why I asked for it.” Peyton said. “What do toi suggest that I drink?”
“I’m glad that toi asked.” Jess said. “Sam get me a round of shots.”
“Coming up.” Sam said.
“What makes toi think that I’m going to do shots with you?” Peyton asked.
“Well, it’s a Wednesday night and toi are sitting at a bar alone.” Jess said. “You obviously have something that’s troubling you, and what better way to let it out then with someone that toi barely know over a round of shots.”
With the drink that she just had working through her system; his logic seemed pretty solid all of a sudden.
“Sounds good to me,” Peyton a dit “Let’s do some shots.”
~ ♥ ~
Two hours, four rounds of shots, and a cab ride later, Peyton was having a bit of trouble getting into her apartment. The trouble being that she couldn’t seem to break away from a certain brown haired guy long enough to open the door. Finally, when oxygen became a necessity, they finally broke apart, and Peyton turned and opened up the door. As soon as they were in her apartment she turned around in Jess’s arms as their lips reconnected. Peyton took a hold of Jess’s chemise and began to walk/stumble towards her bedroom. She reached for the door and shut it behind her as she turned and faced Jess. Her cœur, coeur was racing and she took a deep breath as she watched him walk towards her. As his hands found the buttons of her top, she hoped that she wasn’t about to make a huge mistake.
~ ♥ ~
The sun was shining bright when Peyton opened her eyes the suivant morning. As a matter of fact, she thought, the sun was shining brighter today than she ever remembered it shining before. As she reevaluated her headache, she started trying to remember what had happened last night. Jess from the bookstore. Shots. Cab. Kissing. She quickly looked over to the other side of the bed, but noticed that nobody else was there. Maybe it was all a really weird, vivid dream she thought. She started to get out of lit when she realized two things: the first being that she didn’t have any clothes on, and the seconde being that she could smell fresh coffee in her kitchen. Realizing that last night had really happened, Peyton hurried out of bed. She threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and walked out of her bedroom.
“Morning.” Jess a dit “There’s fresh coffee on the counter.”
“Thank you.” Peyton a dit as she poured herself a cup of coffee and took a tentative sip. “This coffee is really good.”
“All credit goes to my uncle, it’s his recipe.” Jess said.
“It’s good.” She said. “So, are we going to talk about what happened last night?”
“We probably should.” He said.
“Well, I think that we both just got a little too drunk and a little too friendly.” Peyton said. “I mean, it really didn’t mean anything, did it?”
“Of course it didn’t. It’s just like toi a dit we got drunk and frisky. That’s it.” Jess said.
“Well, actually, I a dit friendly, but yeah that’s pretty much the same thing.” Peyton said.
“So what do we do now?” He asked.
“I drink my coffee and toi leave and go to work, then we act like this never happened.” Peyton responded. “Sound like a plan?”
“Sounds like a plan. Bye Peyton.” Jess said.
“Bye Jess.”
Jess walked out of the door with a wave and Peyton turned back to her coffee. She took another sip as she walked towards her room. “I’m really going to miss this coffee,” she thought.
