No Promises ; Chris + Diana
She watched him eat, sitting in silence, laughing slightly when she heard his stomach roar to life. “Things? I work for a magazine where my boss hates me, things are just brilliant.” She said sarcastically. “Don’t thank me… I did what any one would do.” While he was eating she got herself a water, not feeling hungry herself.
Diana waited until he was near finished eating to speak again. “You’re sure you want to go home like this? Won’t your parents be upset?” She looked at him feeling a bit confused on why he’d ever go home in his condition.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Better to have that job than no job at all.” He mused quietly, wiping around his mouth and crumpling the napkin shortly afterwards. “And I wouldn’t say anyone would go through what you did. I mean…” He trailed off, biting his tongue. He didn’t need to hear his problems. His dad, on the other hand… The man wanted to “talk:”
He exhaled quietly. “When I drunk texted you, I drunk texted pretty much any other number I thought might respond. My dad and aunt were two of those people, so…” He trailed off with a shake of his head. “He didn’t seem too upset, but he wanted to talk.” He was having difficulty not slurring his words and it took great effort not to sound like a drunk.
“Yeah I guess... Though the job sucks.” Diana sighed and rested her head on her hand. “Anyone who is a good person would do what I did...” The redhead shrugged and gave him a small smile, he seemed still very drunk and also a bit stressed.
“Well I figured you didn’t specifically drunk text me...” She said softly. “Though your dad and aunt were probably not the smartest choices of people to text. I’d be upset if I had a child who texted me drunk too... Or I’d at least say the whole ‘I need to talk thing.’”
