I will eat your baked goods and envy nothing.
Promise to envy or no baked goods.
Only because it came out so good and I need you to envy my baking prowess.
She stormed out on foot, not even hearing Reese behind her until he caught up with her. “Well as I just walked out without paying for six drinks and two shots, I’d say his ass was kicked.” She huffed, taking out her pack of cigarettes and taking one out. She held it between her fingers as she dug around for a lighter. “You know, you didn’t have to leave the bar for me, you’re not nearly on my level yet and I’d hate to think that’s my fault.” She she too her first puff after lighting it and french inhaled. “I guess you could come to my place, but it’s kind of a walk from here.” She chewed at the inside of her lip, knowing it was a bad idea, but this was Reese, she didn’t assume she could get into a lot of trouble with him for some reason, but it made her wonder if he was as interesting shit faced as he was sober, he had to be. She held out her hand for him, mostly so she wouldn’t fall if the walked, but mostly to lead him back to the apartments at Hillcrest for more drinks.
“I wanted to.” Reese retorted to her saying that he hadn’t “had” to leave the bar for her, and he obviously knew that. He certainly wasn’t on her level as of yet, that she was correct about, but he was pretty sure that could be remedied with the correct resources and setting. He had been about to open up his mouth to ask her if she wanted to go somewhere else, but she chose that opportunity to offer up her own home to him. Smirking briefly, he accepted her hand, knowing that she needed his help to steady herself, since she was already swaying precariously on her feet, as well as to lead him back to her place. He’d sworn off of smoking cigarettes or he would’ve helped himself, but for now he was content to walk and watch her, “You sure you remember how to get there?” He teased her lightly, wondering what in the actual fuck he was doing right now. He knew that whatever it was was incredibly stupid, but it wasn’t like it mattered. It wasn’t like anyone would care regardless; that much had become increasingly evident. He just needed a minute to get his mind off of everything, to take a breather even. Honey seemed just like the reprieve he required.
“Yeah, I still work there, still getting paid ten and hour to slack off, it’s pretty great.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. Few people came into the shop during her shift. Most of the hustle in the store happened in the early morning. working at Joe’s pretty much made her day. The only then that would make it better is if it was air conditioned. “Level Kealoha is cousin’s with cloud nine, it’s a perfect place to be.” She wondered if she should take another shot because she felt as if she was boring him, her instincts told her yes, but she shoved them away. One more glass and it was only a matter of time before she was all over him and after being yelled at by Anderson about her blatant horniness, she wondered if it was a direction she wanted to take. Leave it to another Bishop to make her feel guilty for being herself. “I’m doing way too much thinking tonight.” She told him setting her head on the table and holding her hand up for another shot. However, she didn’t expect John to tell her no, she threw her head back up in confusion. “What the fuck do you mean no. You’re the bartender, I want a drink. So give me the drink John.” John, however was adamant that she’d had enough. and she raised her middle finger to him as she got out off the stool, grabbing her purse and heading to the door. “This bar fucking sucks!”
Reese had been about to open his mouth to concur with Honey’s comment about thinking too much, when she suddenly started causing at the bartender, who was apparently refusing to give her another drink. This news made Reese really wonder how much she’d already had tonight, and while the few drinks he’d had so far at least gave him a nice buzz, he was really wanting to get a lot further than that before he left this place. Unfortunately, Honey had other ideas. Reese wasn’t really sure when he had decided that he was going to hang out with her tonight for sure, regardless of the location, but when she stuck her middle finger up at John, stood up off her stool, and promptly shouted how the bar fucking sucked, Reese was already following her on her way to the door. “What the fuck was that?” He asked her as they reached it, stepping outside together into the night, and he waited for his eyes to adjust to the change in the lighting, “Did he really just cut you off?” He seemed really surprise at the prospect, and he’d honestly only heard of that shit happening when your bill got too high. He didn’t figure Honey into the “put it on my tab” category, but he’d been wrong about people before. “You should’ve kicked his ass.”
Honey cut her eyes at John as he slid back the glass, now heavily and she immediately downed drink lucky number seven. “It’s not as easy as it looks… Pun intended.” She smirked at him, her general dislike of puns gone for the moment because she knew he found them amusing, or at least she thought he did. hopefully he’d get a chuckle out of it. She couldn’t offer any advice on his situation. She was well out of wise words for anyone at the moment, she she called for a couple tequila shots, adding a sweet “Please.” At the end so John would stop flashing her looks. “Well I can’t say much for Alaska, but that whole drink till you can’t see straight, I’m way ahead of you.” The tender set the two shot glasses on the table and she took one, raising it towards Reese and tipping it back. “you need to get to my level and soon because this drunk is the place to be.”
Reese rolled his eyes when she made the pun, remembering way back in the day when he’d done as much with her name, and he’d actually been under the impression that she hated him for a minute or two. That had passed, however, and while puns still amused him (as was evident in the way his lips curved up slightly when she said it, though he didn’t think she’d noticed), he had made sure to not make any about her name anymore. At least not yet…but who the hell knew what would happen in the future. Once again he found himself emptying his class, perhaps from Honey’s encouragement, or perhaps because he really was that eager to be completely shitfaced already. “I know you are. Don’t worry, I’ll catch up.” He replied, clearing his throaty and asking John to get him another refill when he put their shots down, “Level Kealoha, here I fucking come.” He knocked it back quickly enough, just after Honey did her’s, and then put the shot glass down on the bar. “Do you still work at that surf shop?”