B is for Birthday
It was Katie's 21st birthday, and where do you celebrate one's 21st birthday? At a bar, of course! Where else?
Travis had tried numerous times to make his girlfriend drink before she turned the legal age, but Katie, being the good little girl that she is, would never do such a thing. Drinking underage? Gasp! How dare thee!
Knowing this, Travis came into the bar very observant. He needed to know what kind of drunk Katie was, how much it would take to get her there, etc., etc. After just two martinis, Travis learned the answer to both questions. She was a very flirty drunk, he noted once she was practically crawling on the bartender. After apologizing to the woman and wondering about Katie's sexual interests, he sat her back down and gave her another shot. Hey, you know the saying. The drunker, the better.
"But isn't this - hiccup -yours?" she asked. She was also a hiccupper. Travis didn't mind this one all that much. Her hiccups were cute.
"I can get another." He shrugged while she downed the drink, wincing slightly when as it slid down her throat.
"Gods, it burns. Can I have another?" she wondered, looking at her boyfriend.
A chuckle escaped Conner's lips. He always found it funny when his brother and Katie had moments like this. He never imagined that his brother, his dorky older brother, would get someone like Katie. It just wasn't believable. He originally wasn't supposed to come with the couple to the bar, but seeing that he just got dumped by his own girlfriend, they felt bad and let him tag along. "On one condition," Travis had said earlier in the night, "you get your own ride home and give us at least an hour before coming back to the apartment. Understood?" He winked playfully while Katie hit him and rolled her eyes. She never said a word of disagreement, though.
"Have mine," Conner offered, placing his shot in front of Katie, bringing her back to the world outside of Travis's eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. I can always get another. Travis is buying after all." He laughed once again as she grabbed the drink hurriedly and downed it. As Katie was caught up in her drink, Conner turned to his brother. "So how's work going?" Neither of the brothers had decided to go to college. They couldn't really afford it by themselves. Travis had taken a job at the local DMV as a receptionist, and Conner went from job to job. He was currently a greeter at Wal-Mart. And yes, Travis teased him endlessly.
"You know. As good as it can get." He took another swig from his beer and motioned towards Conner. "What about you? Greet any hot chicks lately?"
"Actually, yes. Just yesterday I got 6 numbers."
"One more and you would've gotten a full phone number."
"Exactly! I was so pissed! There she was-"
"Was she hot?"
"Oh, oh, oh. Smokin! And blonde! Our children would've been gorgeous. Anyways, there she was, writing down the number, when all of a sudden, Tracy, my boss, comes over and-"
Suddenly Katie gasped. "I - hiccup - love this song!" she shouted. She tried tugging at Travis's sleeve, trying to get him to come with her.
"I'm not much of a dancer," he told her, pulling his arm back. She tried making a puppy dog face, pleading him to come with her. She's a very cute, drunk puppy, he thought. "You go on by yourself. I'll watch." Katie let go of his arm and ran off to the dance floor.
With a smile on his mouth, Travis turned back to his brother. He also had a smile on his face. "You really like her, don't you?"
Travis sat there, and thought about it for a while. "Yeah, I do."
"How much?"
"Why do you care?"
"I just wanna know."
"A lot." It came out as more of a question.
"More specific."
"Like what?"
"Would you die for her?"
"I guess so." Again with the statements sounding like questions.
"If Katie and I were both hanging off a bridge, who would you save?"
"Katie."
"You didn't even hesitate!"
"Sorry, dude."
"Well you're lucky the bridge was only three feet off the ground." Travis laughed and took another swig of beer. He glanced over to the dance floor, searching for his girlfriend in the large crowd. His brow furrowed in concern. He didn't see her anywhere, but he told himself to relax. Katie was a big girl. She could handle herself. "Next one," Conner announced, bringing Travis back to attention. "Barbara Walters, Oprah Winfrey, and Katie. You're gotta sleep with one, marry one, kill one. Go!"
"Are you serious?"
"Hell yeah I'm serious. Answer it."
"Um, I guess I'd sleep with Katie, marry Barbara Walters, and kill Oprah."
"You racist bastard."
"Shut up! I'm so not going to be with Oprah for the rest of my life, and I'm definitely not sleeping with her either." He set down the beer, and started pointing around the room with a very high-pitched voice. " 'You get STD's! And you get STD's!' "
Conner laughed. "I guess that'd make sense. I'd probably pick the same as you." Travis glowered. "You know, minus the sleeping with Katie part."
"That's what I thought you were going to say." He winked at his brother, showing him that he was playing, but Conner turned his head and blushed anyways. He almost let it slip. "So let's get back to this hot blonde of yours," Travis said, trying to fix the awkward tension that had appeared.
"Oh yeah." Conner had seemed to forget all about his blushing. "Dude, you should've seen her. Tight, white shirt and it was raining outside. Snap!"
Just then, the bartender came over. "Excuse me, sir," she interrupted. She turned to Travis and gave him a small smile. "Um, wasn't that your girlfriend?" She pointed over across the bar. The sight made Travis's jaw drop and Conner bust up laughing. There, on top of a table, was Katie. She was dancing and singing the song playing on the stereo. Travis swore under his breath before thanking the bartender and running off towards the table.
As soon as Katie saw him, her face lit up. "Travis!" she shouted. Running over to the side of the table, she grabbed onto his arm once again, trying to pull him up with her. This time, he didn't fight it. It would be much easier trying to pull her down from up there than on the ground. "This is my boyfriend, Travis!" she yelled to no one in particular. Some random guy out in the crowd cat called. Travis gave a small wave.
"Come on, Katie, we better get down." He started pulling on her elbow, but she pouted in protest.
"I don't wanna get down. It's so much more fun up here."
"But it's much more expensive up here. See, if we break this table or scratch it at all, guess who's gonna have to pay for it?"
"Who cares?"
"If you get down, I'll give you another shot."
"Yay!" She jumped off the table and stumbled, almost hitting the ground. Travis caught her just in time. "I'm good, I'm good," she mumbled, running back over to their table.
"That was quite a show, Katie," Conner told her once they got back to the table.
"Thank you," she said sincerely as Travis motioned over to the bartender, signaling that they needed another round.
Conner laughed and shook his head, finishing off his own drink. "She's a keeper."
"Shut up." Travis threw a pretzel at his brother.
"Did you seriously just throw a pretzel at me?"
"Yeah, I did." Conner flinched as a pretzel hit his forehead. "And I just threw another."
"You're on," Conner said. He grabbed his ammunition and was about to throw it when the bartender came over with the drinks.
"I wouldn't throw that if I were you," she warned, winking at Conner.
"I-I wasn't gonna throw it," he mumbled putting the pretzel in his mouth and watching her walk away.
"Dude, do you remember the Epic Food Fight of 2005?" Travis asked, bringing him back to Earth.
"How could I forget it? Gods, that was genius. Chiron so wasn't expecting it!"
"Are you kidding me?" Katie asked while grabbing for Conner's shot. "I hated that! I had to wash my hair for two hours to get all the mashed potatoes out."
Conner laughed, while Travis guarded his drink. Katie pouted. "No more. You've already downed way too much alcohol for one night."
"Please," she pleaded. "Just one more." When he shook his head, she tilted her own head up to kiss him. After a few seconds, she released him and pouted once more.
"Just one more."
"Yay!"
Conner chuckled. "You are so whipped."
"No I'm not." He laughed some more. "Shut up. I'm not nearly as bad as you were, though, when you were dating that one chick from the Aphrodite cabin. What was her name?"
"Stephani Brown. And I couldn't not do what she said. She was so gorgeous, and seriously the best kisser ever."
"I remember that one time she asked you if she could give you a makeover." Katie and Travis laughed while Conner blushed. "Purple is so not your color."
"Screw you, Travis."
The couple laughed some more. Suddenly, Katie thought of her own memory. "Oh! Oh! Remember - hiccup - remember that one time I accidentally slept with Conner instead of you?"
She cracked up hysterically, but she was the only one.
Travis had tried numerous times to make his girlfriend drink before she turned the legal age, but Katie, being the good little girl that she is, would never do such a thing. Drinking underage? Gasp! How dare thee!
Knowing this, Travis came into the bar very observant. He needed to know what kind of drunk Katie was, how much it would take to get her there, etc., etc. After just two martinis, Travis learned the answer to both questions. She was a very flirty drunk, he noted once she was practically crawling on the bartender. After apologizing to the woman and wondering about Katie's sexual interests, he sat her back down and gave her another shot. Hey, you know the saying. The drunker, the better.
"But isn't this - hiccup -yours?" she asked. She was also a hiccupper. Travis didn't mind this one all that much. Her hiccups were cute.
"I can get another." He shrugged while she downed the drink, wincing slightly when as it slid down her throat.
"Gods, it burns. Can I have another?" she wondered, looking at her boyfriend.
A chuckle escaped Conner's lips. He always found it funny when his brother and Katie had moments like this. He never imagined that his brother, his dorky older brother, would get someone like Katie. It just wasn't believable. He originally wasn't supposed to come with the couple to the bar, but seeing that he just got dumped by his own girlfriend, they felt bad and let him tag along. "On one condition," Travis had said earlier in the night, "you get your own ride home and give us at least an hour before coming back to the apartment. Understood?" He winked playfully while Katie hit him and rolled her eyes. She never said a word of disagreement, though.
"Have mine," Conner offered, placing his shot in front of Katie, bringing her back to the world outside of Travis's eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. I can always get another. Travis is buying after all." He laughed once again as she grabbed the drink hurriedly and downed it. As Katie was caught up in her drink, Conner turned to his brother. "So how's work going?" Neither of the brothers had decided to go to college. They couldn't really afford it by themselves. Travis had taken a job at the local DMV as a receptionist, and Conner went from job to job. He was currently a greeter at Wal-Mart. And yes, Travis teased him endlessly.
"You know. As good as it can get." He took another swig from his beer and motioned towards Conner. "What about you? Greet any hot chicks lately?"
"Actually, yes. Just yesterday I got 6 numbers."
"One more and you would've gotten a full phone number."
"Exactly! I was so pissed! There she was-"
"Was she hot?"
"Oh, oh, oh. Smokin! And blonde! Our children would've been gorgeous. Anyways, there she was, writing down the number, when all of a sudden, Tracy, my boss, comes over and-"
Suddenly Katie gasped. "I - hiccup - love this song!" she shouted. She tried tugging at Travis's sleeve, trying to get him to come with her.
"I'm not much of a dancer," he told her, pulling his arm back. She tried making a puppy dog face, pleading him to come with her. She's a very cute, drunk puppy, he thought. "You go on by yourself. I'll watch." Katie let go of his arm and ran off to the dance floor.
With a smile on his mouth, Travis turned back to his brother. He also had a smile on his face. "You really like her, don't you?"
Travis sat there, and thought about it for a while. "Yeah, I do."
"How much?"
"Why do you care?"
"I just wanna know."
"A lot." It came out as more of a question.
"More specific."
"Like what?"
"Would you die for her?"
"I guess so." Again with the statements sounding like questions.
"If Katie and I were both hanging off a bridge, who would you save?"
"Katie."
"You didn't even hesitate!"
"Sorry, dude."
"Well you're lucky the bridge was only three feet off the ground." Travis laughed and took another swig of beer. He glanced over to the dance floor, searching for his girlfriend in the large crowd. His brow furrowed in concern. He didn't see her anywhere, but he told himself to relax. Katie was a big girl. She could handle herself. "Next one," Conner announced, bringing Travis back to attention. "Barbara Walters, Oprah Winfrey, and Katie. You're gotta sleep with one, marry one, kill one. Go!"
"Are you serious?"
"Hell yeah I'm serious. Answer it."
"Um, I guess I'd sleep with Katie, marry Barbara Walters, and kill Oprah."
"You racist bastard."
"Shut up! I'm so not going to be with Oprah for the rest of my life, and I'm definitely not sleeping with her either." He set down the beer, and started pointing around the room with a very high-pitched voice. " 'You get STD's! And you get STD's!' "
Conner laughed. "I guess that'd make sense. I'd probably pick the same as you." Travis glowered. "You know, minus the sleeping with Katie part."
"That's what I thought you were going to say." He winked at his brother, showing him that he was playing, but Conner turned his head and blushed anyways. He almost let it slip. "So let's get back to this hot blonde of yours," Travis said, trying to fix the awkward tension that had appeared.
"Oh yeah." Conner had seemed to forget all about his blushing. "Dude, you should've seen her. Tight, white shirt and it was raining outside. Snap!"
Just then, the bartender came over. "Excuse me, sir," she interrupted. She turned to Travis and gave him a small smile. "Um, wasn't that your girlfriend?" She pointed over across the bar. The sight made Travis's jaw drop and Conner bust up laughing. There, on top of a table, was Katie. She was dancing and singing the song playing on the stereo. Travis swore under his breath before thanking the bartender and running off towards the table.
As soon as Katie saw him, her face lit up. "Travis!" she shouted. Running over to the side of the table, she grabbed onto his arm once again, trying to pull him up with her. This time, he didn't fight it. It would be much easier trying to pull her down from up there than on the ground. "This is my boyfriend, Travis!" she yelled to no one in particular. Some random guy out in the crowd cat called. Travis gave a small wave.
"Come on, Katie, we better get down." He started pulling on her elbow, but she pouted in protest.
"I don't wanna get down. It's so much more fun up here."
"But it's much more expensive up here. See, if we break this table or scratch it at all, guess who's gonna have to pay for it?"
"Who cares?"
"If you get down, I'll give you another shot."
"Yay!" She jumped off the table and stumbled, almost hitting the ground. Travis caught her just in time. "I'm good, I'm good," she mumbled, running back over to their table.
"That was quite a show, Katie," Conner told her once they got back to the table.
"Thank you," she said sincerely as Travis motioned over to the bartender, signaling that they needed another round.
Conner laughed and shook his head, finishing off his own drink. "She's a keeper."
"Shut up." Travis threw a pretzel at his brother.
"Did you seriously just throw a pretzel at me?"
"Yeah, I did." Conner flinched as a pretzel hit his forehead. "And I just threw another."
"You're on," Conner said. He grabbed his ammunition and was about to throw it when the bartender came over with the drinks.
"I wouldn't throw that if I were you," she warned, winking at Conner.
"I-I wasn't gonna throw it," he mumbled putting the pretzel in his mouth and watching her walk away.
"Dude, do you remember the Epic Food Fight of 2005?" Travis asked, bringing him back to Earth.
"How could I forget it? Gods, that was genius. Chiron so wasn't expecting it!"
"Are you kidding me?" Katie asked while grabbing for Conner's shot. "I hated that! I had to wash my hair for two hours to get all the mashed potatoes out."
Conner laughed, while Travis guarded his drink. Katie pouted. "No more. You've already downed way too much alcohol for one night."
"Please," she pleaded. "Just one more." When he shook his head, she tilted her own head up to kiss him. After a few seconds, she released him and pouted once more.
"Just one more."
"Yay!"
Conner chuckled. "You are so whipped."
"No I'm not." He laughed some more. "Shut up. I'm not nearly as bad as you were, though, when you were dating that one chick from the Aphrodite cabin. What was her name?"
"Stephani Brown. And I couldn't not do what she said. She was so gorgeous, and seriously the best kisser ever."
"I remember that one time she asked you if she could give you a makeover." Katie and Travis laughed while Conner blushed. "Purple is so not your color."
"Screw you, Travis."
The couple laughed some more. Suddenly, Katie thought of her own memory. "Oh! Oh! Remember - hiccup - remember that one time I accidentally slept with Conner instead of you?"
She cracked up hysterically, but she was the only one.