Ask a Glass of Water - [Tina's Apartment on NVC] - [James, Tina]
James was drunk.
Drunkity drunk drunk, and he liked it. He felt happy. He was happy because he was drunk, and it had been awhile, and now he couldn't remember why that was. Surely drinking was an acceptable pastime. He had seen it engaged in. And obviously he couldn't have gotten drunk in this world without alcohol, which was readily available and good. So there.
He was also happy because Tina had made little breathy sounds when he massaged her feet a few days ago that had made him hard, only he hadn't told her so at the time because he was being good. Good meant not fucking people unless they said it was okay. He knew this. He had asked before touching, and she had said yes, and then she'd said no but it was only a matter of time, he was sure of that. He was even more sure that Time could only come more quickly the better Tina knew he was being. The more self control he could exhibit. It didn't matter at all if she didn't know it was a struggle. Did it?
He'd tell her.
Yes, this was an excellent plan. He knew where she lived, and that she'd likely be there alone and bored and stuff, and he was hot and drunk and it was okay to take advantage of people when they were drunk. Because they wouldn't remember it in the morning. And even if she didn't, she would know that he was being extra good because drinking, didn't it lower your inhibitions? Well then he would be extra good and no one could blame him.
Because also love was GOOD and he was full of it, of this light shining all through him he needed to share with her right now. She would see it and it would not be denied and then, then she would KNOW and everything would be okay, because then she wouldn't have to wonder if he was evil or whatever, because these people thought LOVE was very important.
That was the very logical reason he was pounding on her door in the middle of the night, smiling and radiant and obviously shitfaced.
Drunkity drunk drunk, and he liked it. He felt happy. He was happy because he was drunk, and it had been awhile, and now he couldn't remember why that was. Surely drinking was an acceptable pastime. He had seen it engaged in. And obviously he couldn't have gotten drunk in this world without alcohol, which was readily available and good. So there.
He was also happy because Tina had made little breathy sounds when he massaged her feet a few days ago that had made him hard, only he hadn't told her so at the time because he was being good. Good meant not fucking people unless they said it was okay. He knew this. He had asked before touching, and she had said yes, and then she'd said no but it was only a matter of time, he was sure of that. He was even more sure that Time could only come more quickly the better Tina knew he was being. The more self control he could exhibit. It didn't matter at all if she didn't know it was a struggle. Did it?
He'd tell her.
Yes, this was an excellent plan. He knew where she lived, and that she'd likely be there alone and bored and stuff, and he was hot and drunk and it was okay to take advantage of people when they were drunk. Because they wouldn't remember it in the morning. And even if she didn't, she would know that he was being extra good because drinking, didn't it lower your inhibitions? Well then he would be extra good and no one could blame him.
Because also love was GOOD and he was full of it, of this light shining all through him he needed to share with her right now. She would see it and it would not be denied and then, then she would KNOW and everything would be okay, because then she wouldn't have to wonder if he was evil or whatever, because these people thought LOVE was very important.
That was the very logical reason he was pounding on her door in the middle of the night, smiling and radiant and obviously shitfaced.