Fridays at Stacy's

The apartment is big and spacey. Though the best way to describe it is warm. The walls are a nice beige and all I the furniture is a brown, lighter or dark. Most of the pieces are mismatched and don't all really go together, but somehow it all fits together just right. The kitchen is right by the front door with the living room in the same spacious area. The table that probably is supposed to be a kitchen table is piled high with letters and a few t shirts, along side some pages with lyrics and chords scribbled on them. Alex walks in ahead of me and goes straight to the kitchen, there's a semi- circle of couches and chairs. A huge flat-screen at the front of it. Two of the guys who I met last night... Rian sits next to Zack holding controllers, playing some sort of first person shooter, split screen.
"Honeys I'm home!" Alex shouts sarcastically,
"Did you bring the Daniels?" A shaggy tall man shouts back from the kitchen, he looks like he might be foreign but his accent says otherwise.
"Nah man, I brought a bartender instead." Alex looks back at me, holding his arm out he slips it around my waist pulling me into his side.
"Sweeeeeeeet." The man in the kitchen sings.
"Angela, this is Jack, Jack Angela." Alex introduces us.
"You bartend?" Jack raises an eyebrow at me,
"Uhm yes."
"Show me what you got then." A smirk spreads across his face,
"I'm really not all that good." I laugh slightly uncomfortably.
"You're so modest." Alex jokes and starts to guide me over to the living room area.
"Hey Zack!" Alex calls "why don't we get this experience of daydrunkeness sta-"

~I DONT WANNA WASTE MY TIME BECOME ANOTHER CASUALTY OF SOCIOTY! I'LL NEVER FALL IN LINE BECOME ANOTHER VICTIM OF YOUR CONFORMITY!~

I grimace, "sorry that's me." I pull my phone out of my pocket, "it's my boyfriend I have to take this." I sigh looking down at the phone.
"I'll get us some drinks ready, you can go into my room, just over there and take it." Alex smiles down at me comfortingly, letting me go as I press the little green button,
"Hello?" I mutter into the phone.
"Where are you?" Derek snaps on the other end, I grimace as I push the door open to Alex's room,
"I told you, at Alexs' place. The potential boss." I lean back on the door a clicking is heard as it falls in place.
"What are you guys doing?" He presses for answers, I start to panic, knowing he wouldn't want me drunk and alone with these guys.
"Love I have to go." I mumble into the mouthpiece, "I love you. Bye." I say quickly, hanging up the phone on him. I stare down at the screen for a second, holding down the power button and sliding the phone off I shove it in my back pocket to be forgotten. I push back out the room to see Jack pouring several tall glasses of orange soda and probably vodka.
"We're really going to be day drinking?" I laugh walking over picking up a full glass, "you guys all must be super mature."
"It's part of the job." Alex teases.
"Good thing we aren't working." I grin picking the glass up to my lips, "I mean..." I crunch up my nose trying to understand my own words.
"Yeah sure." Zack groans at something Rian must have said standing up and walking over, "Good to see you again Angel." He smiles at me. As he approaches his arm wraps around my shoulders pulling me into a tight hug.
"Uhm you too." I mumble against his chest, my voice muffled.
"Sorry." He chuckles letting go of me. I look back over to see Rian strolling over to us, picking up a glass of soda/vodka. The rest of the night blurrs as the alcohol takes hold. Vodka shots and tossing back glasses of gin. To ask me to look straight and walk in a line would be impossible. My bar tending skills, needless to say, were tested on new levels. Jack and I had a competition, based on our abilities to do flipping tricks with bottles. If assume it's also needless to say, Alex is going to have a whole lot of trouble cleaning up all the broken glass and Budweiser off of the floor.

Notes

Just a bit of a filler chapter, STILL WHO SHOULD SHE BE WITH THO