*Warning* This post contains some nipple shots through clothing. If this bothers you…don’t look any further.*
Breelynn Gallagher and her on and off boyfriend Milo Aoki sang at the top of there lungs as they walked home from a long night of partying at the Bonzi club. Linking hands they weaved through the dark streets of Legacy Island.
Breelynn and Milo stumbled through the doors of Breelynn’s apartment and started heading down the hall towards the bedroom.
“Watch it!” Breelynn giggled. “These walls are paper thin. The neighbors complain when I make the slightest bump.”
Milo laughed and gave the wall an extra hard thump!
“Your neighbors can kiss my ass!” He yelled loudly and laughed, holding on the wall for support. He hit the wall again.
Breelynn rolled her eyes, Milo was such an angry drunk. He was going to get her kicked out one of these days….
In the bedroom Breelynn switched on the light and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights. She leaned against the wall, and giggled as Milo fell on his ass while he tried to climb into bed. He definitly had much more to drink then her. He was trashed. Milo had always been a bigger drinker then her, but tonight he may have just went too far. He could hardly stand up. Neither Breelynn or Milo had money for a taxi so they had walked, and the whole way home Breelynn had basically held him up.
Stretching out on her bed Bree gave Milo a long seductive look. She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, patting her bedspread with her hand as if to say ‘Hop in.’
Milo looked like he was going to fall asleep right there on the floor so Bree hopped out of the bed and pulled him to his feet. Eagerly his hands clutched her shoulders, and his mouth landed on hers, he tasted strongly of whiskey, his drink of choice.
“Mmmm.” Bree said. “Wanna move this to the bed?” Milo was so unsteady that Bree was practically holding him up. Milo, too drunk to form words grunted in response.
In bed Bree quickly stripped down to her bra and panties. She shivered, the early spring air felt like ice across her bare skin. That was ok though, because she had Milo to keep her warm now.
Milo pawed her breasts a little roughly making her wince. Milo drunk was always a little rough, sober Milo was gental as a kitten when he touched her.
The smell of alcholol was so strong that Bree held her breath and started breathing through her mouth.
This isn’t what I had in mind at all. Breelynn thought disapointed. She had been hoping for a romantic night, but this definitly wasn’t it.
After it was over, Milo rolled over and fell right asleep. Breelynn stared at the ceiling for a few minutes deep in thought, before sleep finally succumbed to her.
Bright sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the blinds the next morning, she could see it even through her eyelids. She groaned reaching out for Milo with one hand. She opened her eyes when she felt only emptiness. Milo was gone. Again. For the last couple months he had been leaving before Bree would wake up, when Bree would ask him what was going on, he was very evasive, and would change the subject or just accuse her of being obsessive or a nag. Breelynn Gallagher was none of those things. She just wanted to know where she stood with Milo, as they had been on and off since high school. She didn’t think that was too much to ask.
She closed her eyes and lay back down. It was too early to be up with such a pounding headache. She tried to sleep a little more, but her mind was racing. Milo had been so wishy washy lately. It was hard to know where she stood with him. It was driving her crazy. Lately, it was all she could think about.
Might as well get up. Bree thought. She wasn’t a neat freak, but the sight of Milo’s side of the bed where he slipped out was bothering her. She felt moisture on her cheek. She touched it with a finger and laughed a little at her display of emotion. “Quit being a baby.” She muttered to herself.
The apartment was silent, devoid of the usual sounds of her neighbors next door thumping and preparing for the day. It was now afternoon, and everyone was at work. Down below people rushed by on bikes, cars, and by foot, they all walked with a purpose, like they had somewhere important to be. Everyone had somewhere to be but Bree…
Bree gave herself a little shake as if to shake off the dark lonely thoughts. She yawned and walked into her art studio, which in reality was just a small extra bedroom she had converted into such. She had to paint today, She had been commissioned to paint for the childrens museum. It didn’t pay much, but Bree took any job that came her way. She had been putting it off to hang with Milo, and it wsas crunch time. If she didn’t finish and deliver the painting soon, she wasn’t going to get paid.
Bree painted for about an hour, it was easy losing track of time when she painted. Painting was soothing to her. She could turn off her thoughts and just draw a blank. No noise except the sound of a paintbrush brushing across a canvas to distract her.
She stepped back and looked at her painting. It was a cute pink monster, perfect for the new wing at the childrens museum.
After finishing the painting she heated a plate of last nights chinese take-out and went on the balcony to eat. Eating outside and listening to the sounds of the city was soothing and made her feel like she was part of it. Bree hated to be alone, it had been that way even as a child.
The rain was now just a slight drizzle with overcast skies. Perfect since Breelynn had a spitting headache from once again, drinking way to much at the bar.
The phone rang, startling Bree and making her flinch a little. She looked down at the screen and saw her sisters name flash across. A smile stretched across Bree’s face making her bright blue eyes light up. Brennan was always so busy working that it would be great to chat with her sister. Brennan always knew the right words to bring Bree out of any crisis, it had been that way since they were kids.
“Whats up Brennan?” Bree said keeping her voice bright and upbeat.
“Hey Bree, I got out of work a little early today, would you like to get some coffee? We need to talk.” Brennan said sounding serious.
“About what?” Bree said, hoping this wasn’t about Milo again. Her sister was always on Milo’s case.
“Bree, cut the crap. You know what this is about.”
“Brennan, would you just lay off Milo for once?” Breelynn cried. “You’ve hated him since high school, what has he ever done to you anyways?”
“I just don’t trust him.” Brennan said quietly. “Just be careful.” She warned. Her voice brightend. “Anyways, lets meet for coffee…I wont talk about Milo anymore. Ok?”
With her head pounding, Bree donned a pair of sunglasses despite the fact it was still pouring outside.
She popped open her umbrella and hailed a taxi cab, surprised she got one so quickly.
“Thanks.” Bree said to the barista at the coffee shop. “Keep the change.” He was cute, she noticed a little distantly. She still had feelings for Milo and wanted to see it through with him, but it wasn’t wrong to look at other men. Its not like Milo didn’t do the same thing, she thought with a touch of sadness knowing he hadn’t always been that faitfhul in the past.
She took a long sip of her coffee. It went a long ways to making her feel like a human being again. Some of the pounding in her head seemed to ease. Coffee really was one of the best creations on earth!
She looked outside and saw Brennan seated at a table out on the covered patio. She was still dressed in her work clothes. Breelynn felt like a dud. Her brother was always telling her that she needed to find a real job. Both her brother and sister had fabulous careers, and what did she have? A crappy apartment, and a sometimes boyfriend who only came around when he wanted a booty call?
Bree shook her head and forced a smile on her face, she didn’t want Brennan to know how sad she was deep down.
“How is work going?” Breelynn asked just for the sake of keeping the conversation off herself, which wasn’t like her. She missed the days where she wanted to be the center of conversation, and everything to be about her.
“Oh, it goes. I love journalisim, but I tell you a lot of the men hate it when a woman shows them up at work. I’m tired of being assigned to the society pages and puff peices.” Brennan ranted, launching into a story about sexisim in the work place. Breelynn nodded in all the right places but her mind wasn’t really there.
Finally the topic turned back around to Breelynn, much to her chagrin.
“How about you? How is everything going? Have you been getting a lot of work?” Brennan asked trying to be supportive.
Breelynn felt embarassed. Painting was her passion, but she always felt it wasn’t good enough compared to her brother and sister who were born overacheivers.
“Oh yea. I’ve been commissioned by the new museum, I’ve been painting up a storm.” She said perking up a little, glad that she had something good to report.
“Breelynn!” Brennan said with a bright smile. “Thats wonderful!”
“I hate to make this short though, but I really gotta get going back to work. I need to prove myself to the cro-magnum men I work with, and that means logging in as many hours as i can.” She laughed. “I swear most of them still drag there nuckles around on the floor.” Brennan grabbed Breelynn in a feirce protective hug. Breelynn breathed in the familure sent of her sisters shampoo and perfume, she really did miss her. She wanted to hang on tight to her sister and not let go. She missed sharing a room with her. She used to complain as a teen about the lack of privacy. What she wouldn’t give for that now.
As Brennan breezed out the door, Breelynn now alone looked down at her phone to check for missed calls or texts. Nothing. She blinked her eyes rapidly to stop the tears that threatened to release. Why was she not surprised. Did she really expect Milo to call her for no good reason just because she wished he would?
At home, the silence once again seemed to echo around her. Still in her outerwear she curled up on the sofa to take a nap.
A loud knock on the door startled her awake. She sat up and took a quick look at the clock. It was well after midnight. She had slept way longer then she had intended.
She opened the door to find Milo smelling like cheap whiskey. He was leaning against the door frame as if it was holding him up and would fall without it. Without a word he grabbed Breelyn around the waist and pushed her against the wall and latched his mouth eagerly on her neck.
This is a total booty call, she thought a little sadly as he ripped her clothes off right there in the hallway. She wasn’t sad for long as he led her too her room, and shut the door behind them.