Claimers: I own them. Completely. Mine. Woo.
Title: Brassy own the line not me. Lucky them.
Lyrics: System of a Down own the line.
 
 
 
No, you never think you know- why.
 

Gabrielle's POV
 
 
LaOC LXI - No Competition
 
 
'What's... my mouth's not working. No, wait. It's alright. What's in this one, Psyche?'
 
I swish the orange liquid round in my glass and flick the cocktail umbrella over the table.
It lands in her cleavage.
Way to hit the right place. Go. Me.
 
'This is... orange... stuff. I have no idea.'
 
She looks down at the umbrella and opens it up in between her breasts.
We both start laughing because... I was going to say because it's funny, but I think we're wasted.
Then she falls off the chair, landing on the floor with a thump.
 
At least I'm feeling better.
Ok, not better, but not so depressed.
I know it'll all hit me again tomorrow.
But for now?
For now I'm not thinking too hard about what happened.
 
I try to get up, to help her, but my legs get caught around the table leg.
The whole thing rocks and then spills the drinks everywhere.
This just makes her laugh harder.
She stands up, dusting herself off.
 
'Gab. You still haven't told me what's up with you. Why the long face?'
 
'It got squashed in the door. Wow. That's such a shitty joke. But I think it's sort of funny. Do you think it's the... orange stuff that's making me think that?'
 
I like Psyche.
She's my friend.
She's... really pretty.
 
'You think I'm pretty?'
 
My eyes fall out of my head as I realise I said that out loud.
I really want a big piano to fall on my head and squash me.
Like, in cartoons.
That would be great right now.
I look up but there isn't one.
Wow, when you really need a piano, there just isn't one about.
Why am I thinking about pianos?
 
Gab?
She's expecting an answer.
 
'Pretty--nuts. Sorry. Left the nuts bit off the end. Thought I said it and all... but, um, I don't think... You know you are pretty. In a friend way. You have nice... teeth. And other stuff. Nice other stuff as well. Just, your teeth are so white. Did your mom have white ones?'
 
Now she's looking at me like I'm mad or something.
Mad?
No, Gab, you sounded really sane talking about teeth!
 
My brain is working, sort of.
Just, the path to my mouth is flooded in alcohol.
 
'You want to talk about my mom's teeth? O-k. I never noticed. Thanks for the mouth compliment. So. You like my lips and my teeth. Do you have a face fetish?'
 
My mouth opens, no sound comes out.
Then it shuts again.
Then it sort of opens, but still, nothing comes out.
No, not this again.
I'm not ten.
I blush.
Ahhh, darn it.
 
'Gab. You're always blushing. It's cute... not in a sexy way. Not that you're not sexy, but... I mean that you are sexy but that's not what I meant when I said sexy. Although it sort of was. Shit. You are. There. I said it. Do you think we might be drunk? I have to be because I'm babbling. Sheesh.'
 
She looks 'round as if she's expecting someone to come up and tell us we're sober.
 
Ok. Stop. Rewind.
She thinks I'm sexy?
 
'I'm too tall to be sexy. We're never sexy. We're... tall. Yeah, tall people can't be sexy. Only tall. Although, you know, you're tall and... anyway. Would you like to go out with me sometime?'
 
'Go out with you? Like we are now?'
 
Sort of is what we're doing.
Now my heads going all furry.
 
'What I mean is... I haven't asked someone out in years so I don't know what I'm meant to be saying. Um...'
 
'You want to ask me out?'
 
'No! Yes! Sort of. Yes. I'm asking you out.'
 
I don't think I'm breathing.
Not until she answers, anyhow.
 
'You're asking me out?'
 
She looks at me as if I'm insane.
She hates me.
 
'Who hates you? Gab, was that meant to stay in your head?'
 
No!
Stop saying stuff out loud.
 
'I keep saying what I'm thinking. Sorry. Never mind. Don't worry about it. I'm drunk.'
 
She has that half smile again.
Don't say it out loud, Gab.
But it's cute.
 
'What's cute? And never mind what? You're really confusing me, Gab.'
 
NO!
Stay in my head.
Do not think out loud anymore.
 
'Psyche. Could I, if you have some spare time, take you out sometime, please?'
 
'Sure.'
 
'Yes? You'll go out with me?'
 
She said yes?
Wow.
She said yes!
 
I'm asking Psyche out when Dis is dead.
Complete downer on every bit of woo I had.
I think my face drops because she looks really worried all of a sudden.
 
'Why so sad? Didn't you want me to say yes? Gab, what's up with you?'
 
'I did want you to say yes. I have some bad stuff on my mind, that's all. Sorry.'
 
Bad stuff is an understatement.
Dis is dead.
I loved Dis, she was one of my best friends.
And I'm being really shitty by doing this now.
I can't believe myself sometimes.
It must be the fact we've had eleven cocktails each.
 
'Gab. You can tell me if you want. I won't say anything to anyone else. I promise.'
 
I think I'm going to start crying.
I need to tell somebody about everything that I'm pushing out of my head.
But Elle said that we weren't meant to, so I have to be quiet.
 
'It's nothing. I'm ok. Maybe we can talk about it when Elle gets back.'
 
She runs a hand up my arm, and it feels nice and comforting.
 
I look at her, and as I'm about to say something, the room starts spinning.
And then the floor begins to move.
The alcohol picks a perfect time to take my brain out of the equation.
 
I feel my whole body fall to the side and hit the floor.
 
Yeah, that's right Gab.
 
 
Wow the girls by passing out...