XIX PARTY | WHERE DID YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT?
who: Tucker & Maeko
where: Tucker’s home in Kirkcudbright
when: The summer following their sixth year, 2013
Tucker ran a thumb around the mouth of the bottle he was holding, mind elsewhere. His posture gave away his current state; intoxicated. One arm was slung across the back of the couch he was seated on, the other occasionally bringing the bottle of scotch up to his lips before resting back at his side comfortably. He slowly opened his eyes to an empty room, much to his surprise. The last time he’d checked, it had been full of like-minded whatever-somethings, all of whom were equally as inebriated as he was. Somehow, every last one of them had managed to sneak out of the room without him noticing. Had he fallen asleep without realising it?
A burning spliff sat in an ashtray in front of him. Okay, he thought, a bit relieved; can’t have been too long, or this thing’d gone out. Every plume of smoke was an invitation, and eventually, he used his remaining strength to pull himself forward and pick it up. He’d hit it a couple of times before the creaky wooden door opened and someone entered as quietly as possible. The distant sounds of a dying party could be heard whistling up the stairs behind them.
The overhead lamp switched on briefly and Tucker winced at the harsh and unexpected light. It was shut off almost immediately, an amused apology following. “Didn’t realise you’d woken up.”
He smirked at the familiar voice. “Didn’t realise I’d fallen asleep,” replied Tucker. Maeko closed the door behind her and Tucker heard a small click, meaning she’d pushed the small button on the knob to lock it. The only source of light was coming from a few low-flame candles in the far corner, so it was no shock to either of them when Maeko tripped over the coffee table during her attempt to cross the room. Landing on the small unoccupied sliver of couch to Tucker’s right, she immediately swung her legs across his lap as if she’d planned the whole thing. Completely unapologetic—that was Maeko.
Both of Tucker’s hands had instinctively risen above his head to protect the items in them and he settled them back down comfortably. Maeko wiggled a bit in her seat, searching for the perfect position. After she found it, or had simply given up on trying, she held one of her hands out expectantly, a matching expression on her face. Tucker opened his mouth to reply, but he didn’t know what she wanted, so he offered her both the joint and the bottle of alcohol. Smirking, she chose the alcohol.
Tucker smiled to himself, the tingle in his fingertips and shoulderblades a comforting sensation. He ashed the joint on the floor, uncaring; it was hardwood, it would be fine. “Was I… asleep long?” he asked, apprehensive. He knew that Maeko was fully aware of his blasé attitude when it came to parties, but he’d promised to not only attend, but host this particular one with her, which meant he was to be on his best (and most social) behaviour. By definition, that meant not falling asleep—not that he’d meant to, of course, but it was still poor manners.
"No, not long," said Maeko sweetly, a small echo trailing just behind her voice. She was speaking into the mouth of the bottle; it hadn’t left her lips since she’d gotten a hold of it. "That spliff you’re puffing away at was lit by me, so I can’t’ve been away more than a few minutes, and you’d nodded off just a couple before that, so… yeah." She laughed, offering Tucker the bottle in exchange for the joint.
Smirking, Tucker traded Maeko. The alcohol warmed his insides and put a smile on his face… not that one hadn’t been there already. “Maeko, I think I’m pissed,” laughed Tucker, using his free hand to rub at his eyes. The sensation was so bloody good. He groaned in pleasure, asking Maeko to take the bottle from him so he could fully enjoy the experience. Tucker went to town, rubbing his eyes like there was no tomorrow. His cold fingertips felt amazing against his puffy eyelids, and managed to relieve some of the chronic pressure. “Ugh. This is the best feeling in the world.”
"Really?" Maeko asked, tone both amused and challenging. "You think that’s the best feeling in the world?”
"Aye," replied Tucker with no hesitation. His fingers stilled and he took a moment to blink away the stars before lowering his hands, satisfied. Noticing Maeko was laughing, Tucker glared at her in response. "What? What is it?" he asked, poking her stocking-covered thigh.
Shaking her head, she said with a tickled expression, “It’s nothing, Tuck. You’re just a funny guy.”
“Meaning,” Maeko sighed, hoisting herself up and into a seated position. She took one last hit from the joint before rubbing it out on in the shell-shaped ashtray. “You find rubbing your eyes more pleasurable than rubbing one out.”