Yeah, this wasn't going very well. Not well at all. Everything she said that was meant as a joke always returned a panicked response from her companion. Either she was going to have stop making jokes, or he'd have to start realizing that's all they were, a playful comment and nothing more. She didn't think he was a serial killer, just like she wasn't laughing at him. If he hadn't been so much fun earlier in the night, she might have been pissed off. Not to say she wasn't, at least, a little. It was like he took the worst out of everything she said. It wouldn't be a stretch to call him paranoid. Probably thought she was going to pull some Carrie shit on him, like she was playing some big joke on him the whole evening. Okay, she wasn't going to lie. If she had a choice earlier in the evening, Alice or Vincent would be sitting next to her. He kind grew on her, though. At it's peak, she was having a wonderful time, before he started getting paranoid and nervous.
When he decided to pull the plug on everything, she was hard pressed to stop him. The way things were going, it was only a matter of time before someone did something to freak out the other. "Okay, I guess that works." She said, sliding out of her seat. Standing next to the table, she straightened her short, pausing to check her phone for any message or missed call. She would have heard, she knew, but it was more of a wait-for-Theo-to-get-up tactic then anything. It was probably for the best, really. Not only would it prevent some faux-paus, but she really wanted to see Alice.
"No, man, I can make it. Two drinks is easy. Or was it three? Whatever, I'm fine. It takes a hell of a lot more then that to put me under." When he started apologizing, she knew she was right. If she didn't like him, it would get really old. With a wry grin, she extend a hand to help him from his seat. "You need to relax, Theo. Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. But, yeah, I'd like getting together again, this was really fun. I'll give you a call when I'm free, alright? I mean, between work, Alice, and school...but I'll get you later, man."
She waited until he was up before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I've gotta go, but I'll talk to you again, right?" With a quick wave to him, and to the bartender, she was out the door. It didn't occur to her until then that kissing him might make him freak more then anything else she did, but he could handle it. Yeah, two or three drinks was fine. It would take at least six to start affecting her driving. Yeah, six sounded right. Well, it wasn't far to the apartment complex where Alice lived. A quick pause to send her girlfriend a text to hurry up her little game, and she was gone. Seat belt and all that, just to be safe, but she would be fine. Especially if the night ahead was anything like she planned it. If it was, there was no way she was dying now.
((Victoria Logan Continued in That Special Someone