Drunk and Disorderly (Love in the City Short) Read Online Free

surprise, I think he’s truly sympathetic. Honestly sorry. Rather refreshing.
    “Thanks. It was beyond bad.” I hold up my vodka toward him. “I wouldn’t be sitting here drinking by myself this early in the day if I’d hit a slam dunk.”
    He scoots over my way. Now he’s sitting on the stool next to me. We’re side-by-side now. He swivels his body toward me, and I feel his knee touch mine, knee-to-knee, skin-to-skin and I shiver.
    “Well, I think we should do what we can to turn this day around for you…?” He ends with his brow raised in question. I’m deducting that he wants my name.
    This is tricky for me. Do I tell him Amelia or Millie? I only have seconds to ponder this. I’m thinking Millie. It’s casual. We’re in a dive bar. The nickname is used mostly by my friends. I want to be his friend or get friendly with him. Easy guess on which one I use.
    “I’m Millie.” I shamelessly bat my eyelashes at Coop. Remember, I’m drinking on an empty stomach and my first vodka tonic is now all ice. My normal restraints are falling down. “And thanks. It’s been a rough day.”
    “Well, the day is young. I bet we can turn it around.” The word “we” makes me want to scoot closer to him. Have more than just our knees touching. And guess what? I do…
    “I like that idea.” I want to add “and you,” but refrain. I need to ease into flirting even if I’m totally okay with him easing into my panties. My naughty thoughts make me snicker as I’m not usually this much of a bad girl.
    “All right then. We have a plan,” Coop commands and I melt. “Make Millie another one of what ever she’s having, Joe. I’ll have my standard.”
    “Coming up.” Joe takes my glass and tosses the melting ice into a sink. “You still want that burger, young lady?”
    “If I’m going to have another drink, yes, I better.” I’m really feeling buzzed at this point. The carbfest from last night’s pizza seems to be long gone.
    “Have the cook throw one on the grill for me too,” Coop adds.
    “So where were we?” Coop says winking at me. I feel my face flushing turning red. “Helping Millie forget about her shitty morning. That’s my game plan now. Are you okay with that?”
    All I can do is nod my head and wonder what he means by game plan. But regardless, I’m totally on his team and shaking my pom poms while cheering, “Go Coop!” I’d be okay if he wanted to round a few bases with me too. A home run might be pushing it though.
    “Sure, I’m game.” And with that comment, my life forever changes.
     

Chapter 4
     
    One thing leads to another. One drink becomes too many to count. And before I know it, I’m in big trouble with a capital T. R. O. U. B. L. E.
    I'll spare you the mundane details and go straight to the sordid ones. They’re what you want to know about, right? Do I hear an, “Amen, sister?” Yes, I think I do.
    It’s now pushing three in the afternoon, and I’ve sufficiently soaked myself with enough vodka to prune a pickle. Joe’s bar has had a few more folks drop by for the day, but Coop and I are in our own little bubble at the bar, chatting, flirting, and drinking. Finally, he makes his move, steps up to bat, goes for a home run.
    “Whatta ya say we go back to my place?” He speaks with a voice that makes me melt like butter over hot toast. He’s so smooth. And I fear this means he’s had some major practice with that line. Like there’s a bevy of babes strung across Atlanta who have heard this same question and most likely have succumbed.
    In my drunken haze, I try but can’t look away from his eyes as they blaze with lust at me. Millie. The girl next door who’s now being asked by a hot piece of ass to go home with him. It’s decision time and I decide right then that I need to go visit the ladies’ room, needing to regroup or possibly throw up if my head doesn’t stop spinning.
    “Hold that question, Coop. I’ll be right back.” My words sound slurred even to my