knocked up,

[melody THOMAS]

Melody wasn’t the kind of girl you would regularly catch at the bar scene. Shem was the kind of girl hiding behind her books at home. A good, safe movie night with friends is what she would normally prefer. No risk, no danger. But tonight, was a night of celebration. With her friends by her side, Melody was celebrating a great victory in the business world, a promotion. She raised the drink to her lips, tilting her head back.. She heard some blurred voices in the background, toasting her on her ‘accomplishment.’ She had only been working at the firm for six months now, and was already being bumped up. She was that good. She remembered her boss saying, “We haven’t had an intern like you for years,”. An intern like you. Was she really a “like you”? Was she that comparable to someone else? She had always thought she would be original, nobody could be compared to her like that. Oh well, so much for that. At least she was climbing the latter. Lawyer here I come. She took another sip of her drink.

Melody sat down at one of the bar stools. Everything around her was currently a blur. That’s what happens when you’re not normally an alcoholic. The drink gets to your head quickly, sucking the judgment out of you faster then a speeding bullet. She worked with cases involving drunk drivers, and other criminal acts under the influence. She’s seen what it can do, yet here she was, in a bar, drinking her time away. Melody had been under immense stress since her new job, loosing entire nights of sleep, and her social life, just to get this promotion, and at the moment, it wasn’t a great accomplishment. She needed to get rid of all her stress, and she guessed alcohol was the way to do it, whether she had to drink all night alone or not. She placed her forehead down on the bar counter, it was cold, and it soothed her throbbing head. Why was she so affected by this vile stuff so quickly? Maybe it was her thin build, or lack of alcoholism. Who knew? She placed her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sounds all around her. Some celebration. She closed her eyes, wishing someone at the party would think of taking her home., to the safety of her books, or CSI. Or it would help having someone to actually share the night with, instead of everyone socializing with each other, and ignoring the fact Melody was dying. Why not throw a boyfriend into the wish list? Time was going by so slowly in Melody’s world. She heard someone speak to her, but ignored the fact they were. Although she wanted someone near her, she still ignored them. For some reason her head wouldn’t lift. Maybe it was because of who was talking. She didn’t know. She wanted to sit up and scream “SOMEONE TAKE ME THE FUCK HOME BEFORE I GO INSANE.” But yet, she sat, silent, with her problems and stress implanted into the bar counter. This would be a long night.

[danny wilcox]

Well, she's never in the way
Always something nice to say, and what a blessin'

When would the blonde badgering poor Daniel get it through that thick skull of hers he wasn’t interested in doing anything with her. Danny was clinging to his best mates arm, trying to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, trying his best to look homosexual. He was even making little growling noises, his lips nearly grazing his friend’s earlobe. Neither of them where enjoying the show, but the bubbling blonde was just hovering around his chair, cooing at how adorable, and cuddly Danny boy was being to his friend. Danny bit his lip hard, just wanting to hit her over the head with his mug, and say “don’t –hit* you*hit*understand*hit*I*hit*don’t *hit want *hit* TALK TO *hit* YOU?! *more hits for good measure*” some good whacks might drive the last brain cells from her retarded head. But then she would be a drooling carrot. Ick, Danny could. He hugged closer to his friends arm, whom was protesting the touching, looking up at the girl. He smiled awkwardly, and rested his head on his shoulder. “Oh, Martin, doesn’t she have THE loveliest eyes? But yours are much more darling.” He purred, his mind wanting to scream at the lady. She finally gave up, after a few more muddling and cooing from her, leaving Danny to be smacked at, with a coaster, the glass almost hitting him. “Fuck Danny, the way you go about to some woman, I swear you were gay.” He said, in a huff, and stood up, walking off somewhere. Danny shrugged, and picked up his own drink. “Don’t be a stiff. You love it. You homo.” He called after his disappearing frame, lifting his drink from the table, leaving a small ring of water on the glass. He had tossed his coaster at the blonde earlier, and she honestly thought he wanted to play Frisbee. What a dink.

Danny had been dragged by his legs – not literally, to the bar by his friend that had gone to woman hunt. He didn’t want to speak to the blonde for a feeew reasons. A) she scared him. B) Her laugh. GHAGHGAGGAG. C) she was about the size of an Amazon woman. At least 6”1. the height on her, it made him, the whole 5”11 feel small. And finally, D) she was creepy stalker like. She was like “hiiiiiii. I was standing over there, and I couldn’t help but notice you. AHHSHSHFHHGHHGF.” It made him shudder inside and outside too. Why else was he at the bar? Well, some chick had gotten promoted from her internship, and he, as staff on the weird little dinkus minkus newspaper thing, was invited. That’s at least how he described it. Plus, his boss dropped a H-bomb, the H being a hint bomb on Danny about how it would be nice if he showed up, mingled with the singles. It all made him throw up inside. But not outside. He hadn’t thrown up since he was eighteen. Bad kegger. Now he was twenty two, and was hired as the photographer of the court for the news. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was hired. He thought the boss-lady liked him. Distant dream. Rumor had it, she didn’t swing that bat. Or pitch for that team. Nooo, she was the ‘L’ word.

Danny ran his finger over the rim of his glass, all his drink gone. Dammit, now he had to go up to the bar and get more. He stood from his seat, and sauntered over to the black marble bar, rubbing his hands together as he took a seat beside a what looked like a passed out woman, who’s head was laying on the counter. He looked at the bartender, and ordered another drink. As the glass was placed in front of him, the foam at the top over-flowing, white foam dripping onto the counter. “shit” he swore under his breath, dipping down, as bad as it sounds, sucking up the spilt beer from the counter. He sighed happily as he cleaned up his mess, looking around. Okay, glances where given, but whatever. He looked down at the woman laying with her head down. He raised an eyebrow, the hair familiar. Hey, it was “I-got-promoted!” girl. He flicked drops of drink from his fingers, sending some flying everywhere. Oh man, did he get some on her? He hoped not. “Hey, congrats on your job.” He said, just loud enough so she could hear, before placing his lips against his glass, drinking down some of the amber ale.

[melody THOMAS]

The single life wasn’t always what its cut out to be. Most people say. Its full of fun, excitement, and adventure, You can always try new things, meet new people, explore your social life. But Melody never had time for such things. She, being single, was stuck at home alone, every Friday night, studying up on her lawyer stuff. For a while, she was content with this life, taking it easy. But it gets boring, and terribly annoying after some time. Melody used to be constantly in a relationship, but that was high school, and this is real life. This depressed situation wasn’t helped much when her friends started getting married off. She had already been to three weddings in the past year, giving her the feeling she was running out of time. Melody wrapped her fingers around her glass, the cold affecting her fingertips. Her face was still plastered to the wooden surface, not bothering to lift itself up. She pulled her other hand through her hair, silky and tangle free, for now. By the end of the night it would be a crow’s nest. She wouldn’t bother trying to fix it. Melody wasn’t in the best of all moods, as you can clearly tell.

She felt a body sit down next to her, a male. He ordered his drink. She didn’t bother lifting her head for him. She didn’t even know him anyway, or so she thought. She heard him speak. What did he say? Congrats on her promotion? If someone said that one more time, they were loosing a vital organ. Well, he didn’t know any better, he wasn’t around, or he obviously would have already congratulated her. She slowly, but surely lifted her head. For waited a few seconds, her eyes focusing in on the face. He was familiar. But she couldn’t pick out a name. She smiled faintly, not happy about another congratulations. “Thank you very much.” She was polite, even though she wanted to punch his lights out. She decided to keep her head up, saying as she had company now. “Well, you obviously know who I am. So who are you?” She grasped her glass, wanting to take another swig. But her head would implode if she did so.

[danny wilcox]

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She wasn’t looking so good. Was she really that drunk already? The small party had only been happening for about, what, an hour now? And she looked like she was about to fall from her chair, just the tired and emotion in her eyes. He thought for a moment he saw anger in her eyes, but why was he looking in her eyes? Well, not like he would say something out loud, without more beer, that is, about how beautiful her eyes where. His, where a different story. Just a bland brown, nothing really special. That’s what he saw. But in reality, some say this. A hazel-chestnut color, that seemed to tell a story about his past, and his dreams. As if he was in some distant land, day dreaming. His face also had that same expression most of the time, if he wasn’t being a nerd in some way. Or being a jackass, tight-assed ass wipe. He stared down slightly into her eyes again, lifting his mug, not paying attention at where he was lifting his glass. He knocked it into his top lip, and teeth, causing him to nearly drop his glass in pain. But thinking for once, he placed it down, then began being a baby over his lip. He placed a finger to it, crossing his eyes, as if trying to peer down his nose. Hopeless. He was absolutely hopeless

“well, I thought I might as well do something with myself, besides trying to scare away woman.” He frowned slightly, drinking his beep, more like gulping, going nowhere fast with his drink. He blushed slightly behind his cup, his smile being hidden by the rim. He took the cup away from his mouth. “well, I don’t know your name, per say, just the face.” He admitted, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “Me? I’m the creeper that hangs around the court, prowling for the innocent and guilty to show their face, where I click my what’s-a-ma-hoojit at them.” He said, thinking about what it was called. Cinema? No. “Camera, tha’zit.” He said, slurring his words. “But my name? Daniel. Or Danny. Whateveskii,” he mumbled, dragging his finger over the rim of his glass. “So, based on your eyes, and slight facial movements, I’m guessing you’re not happy about the job?” he asked, blatantly, cocking an eyebrow. He’d been trained for his job to watch the facial movements, so he would know when to click the button for the picture he wanted. It usually worked, so he was shooting blanks here with that question.

[melody THOMAS]

It seems, that for the last few months, Melody's life has completely revolved around work. This was basically her life. Eat. Sleep. Go to work. And of course, the occasional bathroom visit. This law firm was consuming her. Eating away at her soul like vultures eating a dead carcass. Slowly, but surely. When she originally started with the law career, sure, she knew it would take time, she would have to give up some social things, her main goal in life would be her work. But she didn't expect this, and she thought it was only temporary. But what do you know, with experience, comes more responsibility, that lasts longer. If this kept up, Melody would eventually die. She needed something to keep her sane, sure, work is a distracting task, but it wasn't that fun. Maybe a hobby would help? or a boyfriend? Heck, a cat. Anything. She believed her life was so uneventful and boring, it hurt. It probably was just that. Tonight was supposed to be the most ‘fun’ she had in months. But in reality, she wasn’t having much fun, watching everyone have a good time, totally ignoring her. And then there was this guy. What ever his name was. Who comes out of nowhere, and just acts all cool. Gosh. Normally, Melody would have respect for a guy like that. But this was just pissing her off. PMS fit much?

Melody moved her drink aside, and out of reach. Yes, self control. Enough drinking. For the time being that is. She planned on getting totally wasted, which would most likely result in Melody sleeping with the first man, or boy she sees. Ah, just like in high school, good times. So, he knew her face, but not her name. What a surprise, he was exactly like everyone else in the room. Completely clueless to her existence. To them it was a matter of, “Hey, it’s a party, let’s get drunk!” ”I’m Melody, Melody Thomas.” She spoke her words briskly, with just a hint of bitterness. Why was she even answering him? Well, he was good looking. A definite candidate for her one night stand. Really? Is it that obvious, I was really trying to hide it.” the sarcasm in her voice was thick, and unmistakable. She reached over to her drink, but hesitated. Her hand hovered in the air for about a minute, before she pulled it back, close to her body. He jabbered on about what he did. A photographer? Now that, is a job. Sit around and be artistic all day long. Lucky bastard. She dreamed of jobs like that as a teenager. But obviously, she never chased those dreams. She would have loved being an actress, or something in showbiz, but instead, she defends drunk actors who have killed whole families. Fun. Melody needed some adventure in her life. A spur of the moment thing. She spun aournd, her bottom still firmly planted on the bar stool. She was now facing whatever his name is. Oh yeah, Danny. He was handsome, she could give him that. Melody told herself . ”Common Mel, be spontaneous for once in your pathetic life. Become a teenager again.” She quickly, leaned close to the man. Kissing him passionately. Her breath probably stenched of alcohol, but then again so did his. What’s the worst that could happen? Him get up and walk away? Pfft. Like Melody would care regardless.

[danny wilcox]

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Despite the fact being a photographer is the best slacker job ever, sometimes Danny found it demanding. He sometimes wished he were spider man, so he could get those high shots. But wishing something didn’t mean it’ll come true. But he could wish, No one could stop him from doing that. He picked up his beer, taking a rather large sip from it, taking a quarter of it down. His days consisted of the same as always. Wake up. Eat his heart out. Head to work. Do nothing all day. Go home. Get drunk. But here’s where it changed from day to day. He either got lucky, which wasn’t every often, or he could get dragged home by his friends. Ah yes. A brilliant day no doubt. But sometimes he would spice it up. He placed his beer bottle back down, licking a small drop of ale from his lip, looking back at Melody. There was something about her. She looked like she was eighteen. Maybe younger. Her facial structure. And sadly. He found that a bit attractive. Goody. Go lock him in jail for being a pedophile. That’s just creepy. He ran a hand through his hair, all banal way. He needed to get his hair cut soon. It was starting to curl. It was odd. When hair grew out, it got more straight, but if the hair was short. It was curly. It was making him angry.

Melody. Nice name. But it didn’t seem like it could be her name. He thought it would be Kathryn, or even Julianne. But Melody? He didn’t think so. But maybe he didn’t look like a Daniel. Maybe he looked like a Harry, or Jimmy. He didn’t know. But sometimes, the name you’re born with fits you best, and a different name doesn’t seem to fit. But that’s just a train of thought for Danny. Doesn’t make a lick of sense. He laughed. "Yup. That obvious." he said, nodding. Did no one get sarcasm these days? When she spun, he watched her, and still watched her as she stopped in front of him. What? She seemed to be leaning into him. Was she that drunk she was falling? Oh yeah, Danny, falling into your lips. He corrected his own mind as she pressed her lips against his. He was frankly shocked at first. But he just sort of when meh. Almost with a shrug, his eyes closing. This was going somewhere indeed. Ew. She tasted slightly of booze, but he probably tasted of it too. He placed his hand on her right forearm, just resting it there. But more for balance than anything. But his other hand reached up to her cheek, pulling her in more. He was making this out as if they had been going out at all. Or even really knew each other. After a few moments, both the need for air and to say something lugged his lips away from hers. “I think you’re drunk.” He laughed, opening his eyes again. “What made you do that exactly? Do I,” he started, looking her up and down. “Attract you?” he asked, with a smug smile.