It’s a struggle, but I have my own ways of having fun. No! You can’t just make me suffer like that! That’s just cruel, Jake Puckerman. I hate not knowing things.
You’re right, if they only made that kind of stuff for babies then all the adults will feel left out… or maybe that’s just us. But if you staple it it’ll look all weird, unless you’re a professional with… stapling things.
I’d say so. That’s exactly why I should do that! So you can learn to let go and be a little more laid back. I’ll show you the Jake Puckerman way. I think it’d be fun.
Exactly! Plus, little kids don’t know anything about that stuff, so they couldn’t appreciate it like an adult would. I’m no staple professional, but I could at least try and make it work. It’ll be alright either way.
"You’re right," Marley said, picking up one of the empty cans and examining it closely, as if she was going to do some sort of experiment on it. "It doesn’t taste good at all." She hadn’t even noticed the taste until now, since she was so eager to drink it. "Oh well, you’re right. It makes me feel amazing!" Marley remembered her mother always telling her that any alcoholic drink tasted awful, but honestly, she was only saying that to lure her away from drinking.
Marley felt more confident than ever; she was usually so self conscious and always let her insecurities get the best of her. Sometimes she wondered if she was good enough to love and accept two kids of her own, when she can’t even do the same for herself. “Nope,” she said again. “My friends in high school didn’t really drink… or at least, I think they didn’t.” Who knows, they could’ve snuck some around at the parties which she wasn’t invited to. “How is that hard to believe?” she asked, jokingly making an offended face. “I’m not that easily pressured.” Marley smiled. “Alright, I can handle being second best.”
"I almost got sick the first time I drank," he said with a laugh, remembering how the horrible taste made it near impossible for him to actually swallow his first sip. "You get used to it after a while, though. It’s not like people actually drink it for the taste anyway." He shrugged casually. "Besides, when you’re drunk enough, you don’t even really pay much attention to the flavor anyway."
Jake nodded, understanding that Marley probably wouldn’t hang around the people who would drink. She didn’t seem like that type of girl. “I guess that makes sense. I couldn’t imagine you hanging around all the party people. I mean, that’s a good thing.” Jake laughed again when Marley said she wasn’t as easily pressure as he thought she was, shrugging again. “I dunno. I just kind of see you going along with what people say and believing people easily. And second best is way better than third best, so you’re pretty lucky.” Jake grinned down at Marley as he nodded, his brows raised.
Marley was so nervous all the time that she almost forgot what it felt like to be carefree. She was probably going to say something completely stupid by the end of the night that she’ll regret later on, but somehow she just didn’t care. “So this is why people drink,” she said, as if she had just come up with that realization. With another laugh, she looked over at all the empty cans.
The brunette shook her head at his question, and giggled a little when he said margaritas twice. “Nope… I don’t usually drink that stuff,” she replied, completely disappointed in herself. Why was she avoiding all this stuff?! She had been missing out on all the fun this entire time. So this is why adults do stupid stuff without knowing it. The magic of alcohol. “It’s not like I try to avoid alcohol or anything, I just never drink it, like…” she already lost her train of thought, and just let her head rest on Jake’s shoulder. “We really do, you’re the best person ever.”
Jake had begun staring at the wall, zoning out for a moment before he heard Marley’s voice, startling him just a little before he chuckled. “Yeah, it’s awesome. Doesn’t really taste that great, but as long as it makes me feel like this, then I’m okay with that.” He shrugged a shoulder. When he’d first started drinking in his teens, he wondered how adults did it. How the hell would they be able to get paste the horrible taste? It didn’t take long for him to figure that out.
He didn’t really know why Marley was laughing so he shrugged it off, assuming it was because of the alcohol and not realizing he’d repeated the same word twice. He probably began laughing a few times, too, because of the beer and never realized it either. “Not even with your friends? Mallory always drank with her friends and stuff.” He frowned to himself when he realized he’d mentioned her and decided to pretend that he didn’t. “Hard to believe you didn’t get pressure into it.” He subconsciously let his cheek lay against the top of Marley’s head and chuckled. “I know I am. You’re the second best, though, so it’s okay.”
Yeah, basically. I know! I’m no fun at all, but yeah, I probably would try to find out what your plans are. I’m starting to feel bad for my mom, since she always tried to surprise me.
They have that?! You definitely need to get that. Like right now.
Man, you’re just so difficult! I feel the need to plan one now just to see you suffer and fail at getting any information from me. Your mom is one tough lady for trying over and over again.
I think so? I’ve seen little baby onsies with them on the back, so they’ve gotta have ‘em for adults too. They just have to. Or I’ll make one and staple a cape to the back of a shirt. It’ll be awesome.
I can’t imagine not wanting to know what was going on all the time. It just gets so frustrating to me, and I always get paranoid when I know that someone is trying to surprise me.
Good, good. And don’t forget about the cape.
So if I tried to plan a surprise party, you’d freak out and pressure me to tell you everything? What’s the fun in that?
I could even try to find one of those nerdy shirts with the cape sewed into the back of it. Now that would be pretty awesome.
The brief conversation about Puck kept Marley quiet for a while, and if Jake wasn’t here with her right now she would probably be curling up into a little ball and crying, or something equally as pathetic. This has been bothering her for such a long time, and it was really nice to finally be happy again.
She just smiled when he agreed on ending the “Puck talk”. It was probably her fault, she always brings him up. She constantly thinks about him and sometimes she wished that she could let herself forget about him… as cruel as that may sound. Stop thinking about him! she kept screaming internally, squeezing her eyes shut. When Marley opened them again, she looked to Jake for comfort. “Yeah, relaxing is nice,” she murmured, feeling loopy all over again.
Jake had finally began to really feel the effects of the alcohol. He was already a bit tipsy but he finally felt the warmth filling his cheeks and most of his body, one of his favorite feelings in the world. His thoughts were pretty spontaneous now and he just felt really good. He completely forgot how many cans he’d drank already but he just finished one and was about to start another before he turned to her.
"You seriously don’t drink, like, wine or ‘nything like that? A lot of women like margaritas and wine.. And margaritas, ya know?" He shrugged, his words slurring together as he talked. He didn’t really think before he spoke, but he didn’t have a care in the world. Jake took a long, much needed drink of his beer, his hand moving up to rub the back of his neck. "This is fun," Jake said quietly, nodding. His other hand moved and he let his arm casually drape around Marley’s shoulders, a grin settled on his lips. "We needa hang out more."
Oh yeah, that explains it. Surprises have always freaked me out, since I always want to know what’s going on. It’s hard for me to adapt, but I’ve gotten better at it. I was a complete mess in high school and I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Okay, fine. Your shirt better be freaking awesome or you won’t get away with jeans.
I honestly feel like that’d be an easy way to get anxiety. If I felt like I had to know about what would be happening, I would probably obsess over it and just freak myself out because of that.
Well, now I’m feeling the pressure. I’ll make sure it’s a pretty badass shirt.
Maybe alcohol wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It was always described as something dangerous, serious, and something only “grown ups” and responsible people do. But Marley didn’t feel very responsible, and she didn’t care. She probably won’t drink a lot again for a while, but the beer was helping her let loose. It’s not like she’s gonna do anything dangerous tonight.
"Yeah!" she replied enthusiastically, not even paying attention to what she was saying by now. "Except you’re not a jerk," she added, letting out a sigh. Puck really was an amazing guy, but talking about him made her think of all the issues surrounding their marriage. "But enough about him," she said with a smile. There were some things that she found similar about Puck and Jake, and not just because they’re brothers. Puck was obviously a little more irresponsible than Jake though. "I guess he’s a little lucky,” she replied, still with a joking tone. “I really do, this is the best night I’ve had in a while.”
Jake couldn’t think of a better thing to be doing that night. Had he still been home, he would probably have been in bed already or just laying awake, watching the local news or maybe even just watching some infomercial about some hardcore, intense workout that would make him feel guilty for not being more active. So, it was safe to say that he was right where he wanted to be.
He was smiling widely at Marley’s response until she said he wasn’t a jerk. “Yeah..” he replied with a shrug, feeling bad for bringing him up again. “Right, right,” Jake said nodding, “There are better things to talk about. And he definitely is more than a ‘little’ lucky.” He laughed, almost forgetting why he said Puck was lucky in the first place. Hell, he would’ve forgotten why he was at their house if it weren’t for them talking about Puck. “Same here. It’s so good to finally relax and not worry about the stupid shit that goes on.”
That does sound a lot better. Sometimes I’m afraid to go with the flow though, I’m not sure why.
Yes! You need to look the part too. But… the tights are part of it.
It’s probably because of the unknown. Some people feel more secure knowing what will happen rather than to be surprised. I’d rather just adapt to what’s going on than prepare beforehand.
I think jeans will suffice. I’ll find a good superhero shirt to pull the whole outfit together and then I’ll be set.
It was fun to be able to let loose with someone for the first time in a while. Marley didn’t want to be the “boring” on in the family, and sometimes she needed a little alcohol to help her gain the confidence to go crazy. She always tried so hard to be responsible, especially now because she was a mother. But the kids are asleep, and now she feels like she is on top of the world.
"Yeah, Puck may look and act intimidating, but he really isn’t," she replied with a shrug. She just laughed at his compliment, and then hid her face in embarrassment, not able to stop the laughing. "Nooo," she said in protest, then beamed at him. "You’re not so bad yourself," she said, nudging him playfully. Marley was basically fully confident to say whatever she wanted now without a care in the world. "Why did I wait this long to get drunk?" she wondered out loud, not even knowing- or caring about the time, or how much they drank.
Jake had always heard that alcohol only makes your problems worse, but he never found that to be true. It always helped him get distracted and he could actually get his mind on other things, so whoever had said that being intoxicated enhances the severity of your problems had to either be lying or they were drunk when they said it. To him, there was nothing a little alcohol couldn’t fix.
The first time he’d met Puck, Jake was a bit scared of him, yeah, but soon learned that his brother wasn’t that bad, just a little too headstrong and confident. “He’s kinda like me” Jake said, shrugging his shoulders with a chuckle. It wasn’t until then that he realized how similar he and Puck really were alike, which scared Jake in a way. Though Puck did do some stuff that he would never ever do, Jake could see how alike they really were. “It’s true!” he said with a laugh. “He’s sooo lucky.” Jake made a face at Marley’s words, shaking his head a little. “Eh, I dunno ‘bout that. And hell if I know! You just need to let go and crack open a can every once in a while.”