GoodReadThe silence on the other end of the phone hung heavy in the air for what felt like an eternity.
Dorothy was tipsy, her vision blurring as she peered at the screen, half-convinced the call had disconnected.
“Right... we broke up ages ago; he’s not coming.” she slurred to herself.
“Miss, are you drunk-dialing your ex?” The guy noticed her staggering attempt to stand and reached out to steady her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe shook her head, instinctively recoiling from his touch, “Here, take your phone back! The money is yours.” “Whoa, you're giving me all this? I'd feel like a real jerk taking your cash without making sure you get home safe,” he said, his voice dropping playfully as he chuckled, “This bar's full of guys eyeing you like a slab of prime rib. So, you gonna stroll out with me or take your chances with them?” The alcohol clouded her mind, and Dorothy struggled to keep up with his banter.
But a sliver of sobriety clung on, reminding her that after the drinks, home was the destination.
Even with her tongue tied in knots, she managed to furrow her brow and say with deliberate clarity, “To my place.” “Alright! Off to your place we go.” The rest of the night was a blur to Dorothy. She vaguely remembered stumbling out of the bar, dodging his attempts to guide her more than once, and then hearing him mutter behind her, “Jeez, the call’s still going!” When consciousness returned, she found herself on her apartment's couch! Relieved to see her clothes and bag in their proper places, she breathed easier. It seemed she had managed to get herself home, albeit not without some .
The next day.
Dorothy turned over, only to roll off the couch and onto the floor with a hiss.
“Ouch...” Her elbow had collided with the coffee table, and the pain creased her face.
Inspecting the injury revealed a red mark, but nothing serious.
Pushing herself up, the hangover was kicking in with a vengeance, so she rifled through her bag for some ibuprofen. Not caring if it was a good mix with the residual alcohol, she swallowed a pill with water.
She grabbed her phone and saw missed calls from lawyer Ephraim and Karen, and not much else.
She returned Ephraim's call first. It was nothing serious, just a reminder about a court date to note that she shouldn't be late.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was washing up in the bathroom when she dialed Karen. While brushing her teeth, she was also listening to her friend's pep talk, “You're gonna nail this, Dorothy! Keep your chin up!” “Mhm.” Because she was drunk last night, Dorothy slept for a long time. Although she had a headache today, she was still in good spirits.
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Dorothy was a bit helpless, “It's not like they're handing down a verdict today.” “But today you finally get to drag those creeps to court! Isn't that what you've been after all these years?” “That's true,” Dorothy conceded, her mood dipping as a hazy memory flickered briefly, “Karen... how's Jeffrey?” Visit english.net to read full content.
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Steamy needs him out of town.” Please read the original content at english.net.
“Oh.” “Is something wrong?” Quickly, Dorothy forced a laugh, “Nothing, just asking! | gotta go.” Visit english.net to read full content.
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