A Not-So Humble Night

                                    

                                          
    I laughed at Jeremiah accidentally knocking over all the beer cans. He stuttered under his drunken breath.
    We were sitting in the living room of my old apartment, meaning to have a talk about the past. Instead it turned into gossip and drinking. I would rant to him about how much I wanted to leave Gotham and that most people here are idiots out of their minds. And he would listen. Sometimes chuckle.
    "God..." I muttered, scratching my head.
    He softly smiled. "Alcohol finally gettin' to ya?" He joked.
    I squinted at him. "Shut up! You can't even stand up. You lift yourself up halfway and it's like you've broken your spine!"
    "Oh that's...kind." He rolled his eyes.
    His appearance seemed actually attractive. Atleast to me. The sex appeal just oozed out of him.
    His blazer was on the floor and his shirt unbuttoned until it was below his chest, revealing some sort of silver necklace. His sleeves were rolled up showing off the veins in his arms and hands. His hair was a bit messy since we've been sitting here getting all rowdy for the past 2 hours.
    I licked my lips, then quickly looked away. 
    It's just the alcohol...I thought to myself.
    "Is something wrong?" His voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up at him and sat back, letting my leg hang off of the arm rest.
    Jeremiah stared at my position then sat back aswell. Manspreading. God I'm gonna throw something at him.
    "Nothing at all. Just got lost in my thoughts." I smiled politely.
    "Oh really? And what thoughts were those?" He asked again.
    My smile turned into a not-so-polite frown.
    "I don't see how any of that is your business." I muttered.
    He put his hands up. "Woah! Didn't mean to invade on your personal space. But I was just asking because I was curious. Besides, neither of us will remember this moment the morning after."
    He was right. Fucking nerd.
    I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I was just admiring your...style. I also love how you just threw my blazer on the ground."
    "Oh, was that you who made that for me? Because I'm pretty sure it was Thomas Wilkins."
    Thomas Wilkins was one of the richest men in the fashion industry. And I hated him.
    "You're not funny." I muttered again.
    Then I had remembered I had a gun stashed in here somewhere. I tapped my hand under the coffee table sitting in between us and pulled out the revolver. 
    "Ooh" I cooed.
    Jeremiah's eyes stared, then he looked at me.
    I stared at him. "What? Scared?" I said while dumping all of the bullets out.
    "I'm not scared because I know you won't harm me. Or even think to..."
    I smirked and picked up a single bullet and popping it in the chamber.
    "Laura-"
    "It's the same thing. Drunk or sober. Don't tell me this is a bad idea."
    His eyebrows furrowed. "This is generally a bad idea!"