Post by Furuhata Motoki on Jun 16, 2009 22:23:40 GMT -5
Motoki drained the beer, then tossed the bottle into the trash with all the others. He watched silently as she retrieved the vodka, knowing that in the end, if he really wanted, he could just buy more. But really, he thought to himself, he never considered himself to have a problem and except for his childish display of beer drinking in her face, he didn't feel he qualified for the title of alcoholic.
But he didn't feel like correcting her. She'd just yell at him more and tell him how disappointed she was, and he wasn't in the mood to hear it anymore. What he was in the mood for was a little guy stuff - bitching about how much women sucked while downing a beer or two with friends. Having fun, not dealing with annoying wives who thought they had everything figured out when, in his opinion, she couldn't really know anything. Because she wasn't HERE enough to know anything.
"I forgot to tell you one thing, and you've blown it up into all this mess. You were never planning on listening to me anyway, Reika. I could have grovelled on my knees but you'd have still cut my head off - why the hell should I sit around and listen to that anyway? What do you expect me to do to tolerate that type of treatment?"
And then she was gone, storming into the bedroom. He plopped down on the couch and opened the second beer, shaking his head at the entire mess. He decided, as the cool, bubbly liquid flowed down his throat, that most of this mess was her fault in the first place and he didn't want to argue anymore. Leaning back into the cushions, he closed his eyes. And then she was talking again, about cars and figuring things out and staying someone else. He nodded his head like he was listening, but he'd long given up on the conversation."
Finally, he heard the door shut. He picked up his beer and finished it off, then reached for his cell phone. Pressing the text button, he opened up a new message. "Free tonight? Meet me for a drink at the Sushi bar on 8th." Pressing send, he watched as his text went out to Mamoru and Lucan.
But he didn't feel like correcting her. She'd just yell at him more and tell him how disappointed she was, and he wasn't in the mood to hear it anymore. What he was in the mood for was a little guy stuff - bitching about how much women sucked while downing a beer or two with friends. Having fun, not dealing with annoying wives who thought they had everything figured out when, in his opinion, she couldn't really know anything. Because she wasn't HERE enough to know anything.
"I forgot to tell you one thing, and you've blown it up into all this mess. You were never planning on listening to me anyway, Reika. I could have grovelled on my knees but you'd have still cut my head off - why the hell should I sit around and listen to that anyway? What do you expect me to do to tolerate that type of treatment?"
And then she was gone, storming into the bedroom. He plopped down on the couch and opened the second beer, shaking his head at the entire mess. He decided, as the cool, bubbly liquid flowed down his throat, that most of this mess was her fault in the first place and he didn't want to argue anymore. Leaning back into the cushions, he closed his eyes. And then she was talking again, about cars and figuring things out and staying someone else. He nodded his head like he was listening, but he'd long given up on the conversation."
Finally, he heard the door shut. He picked up his beer and finished it off, then reached for his cell phone. Pressing the text button, he opened up a new message. "Free tonight? Meet me for a drink at the Sushi bar on 8th." Pressing send, he watched as his text went out to Mamoru and Lucan.