Who: Evan and Emily
What: Drunk-dial from Emily, which results in Evan driving to her house (phonecall and thread)
Where: Emily's apartment
When: Monday Night
Rated: Who knows?

"Hello?" -slurred voice- "Evan Elkins?" "Ye-- Emily?" "Why did you do that?" "Do...what? Have you been drinking?" "No." "Don't lie to me." -laughs a little too loud- "Me?! You're telling ME not to lie?!" "Emily." -stern- "I apologized for what I did." "You're not sorry. You keep lying to people." "I'm sorry for lying, but I'm not sorry for what I did." "You should be." -crashing noise, followed by a small groan- "Ow." "Where are you?" -obviously lying- "At your house." -giggle- "Riiiight. Which room?" -going along with it as he walks to his closet and puts his jacket on- "It doesn't matter." -muffled noise as she gets back up- "Why did you say that to Alena?" "Say what?" -annoyed sigh- "Why did you say we were back together. We're NOT." "I didn't. I called her a cunt." -chuckle- "She is a cunt, huh?" "A <i>homewrecking</i> cunt. Which is what I told her." -pathetic sigh- "Gabe loves her and not me." "Gabe is even dumber than I thought he was, then." "Do you think she's pretty?" "No." "You slept with her." -you can almost hear her crinkling her nose- "I had my reasons, but they weren't about her looks. Or her personality." -laughs- "Ugh. Why did I ever like you so much?" "I don't know." -sincere- -groan- "I thought you were different. But nooo. I left Gabe for you, and then, surprise! You left me for that stupid whore- and when I finally get back with Gabe- Karma is such a bitch." "I don't really know what to respond to that." -hiccups- "You know what I don't get?" "What's that?" -muffled sound as he tells his driver to take him to Emily's apartment" "I don't get why I'm never good enough for anyone. Not anyone! Do I suck that much?" "No! Don't think that, please? You're...you don't suck. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way." "You were really great at making me feel like nothing. And now Gabe's... I honestly think he's even better at it than you! That's some kind of record." "Well, at least I'm not the worst you've dated." -snort, pause- "Are you in a car?" "No." -lying- "Oh. It sounds like it." -hesitates- "Why the fuck am I talking to you?" -laughs- "Listen. Can you just...stop drinking? I'm almost at your house. I'm going to make sure you're alright." "You lied AGAIN. Jesus H Christ, you are ridiculous." "I'm concerned." "You're not." "What am I, then?" "A liar." "I'm not lying about being worried. I'm not going to hit on you. I'm just concerned. I know you're drinking alone. That's not healthy Emily, or safe. I have a girlfriend, alright? I won't do anything. I'll just sit." "A FAKE girlfriend!" "Says who?" "You." -laughs- "Duh, Evan." "I never said anything about a fake girlfriend." "So she's not a fake girlfriend?" "No. I actually sort of like her. Sean has convinced me to stay with her. She's funny." "Don't be Gabe." "I'm not. I'm giving her a chance. I know she's not you, and that's going to be hard, but I can't hold it against her." -softly- "Gabe said he loved me. And when he broke up with me. He said... I <i>thought</i> I loved you. He never did." "I don't love Rebecca. I love you. But you don't like me. So, I'm going to take my chances with Bex." "Don't say that. You don't mean it." "I do." "Nobody really means it." "You don't really believe that, do you, Emily?" "One day you'll realize it. You'll realize you don't love me either." -sniffle- "Please don't come over. I look like shit." "I don't care. You look beautiful all the time." "No I don't. But at least I'm not in stupid yellow pajamas." "What?" "Alena wore yellow pajamas. They were heinous." "She's heinous." "You slept with her." "It was a mistake." "Twice?" "I was drunk the first time. The second time I was using her." "Why do people use people? It sucks." "You've never used anyone?" "I dunno. Do I use you?" "You tell me?" "I don't think so. I spend most of the time yelling at you. Is that using you?" "I guess not." "I wouldn't mean to use you if I did. I wouldn't plot to use you. I wouldn't lie to you, and make you fall in love with me so I could see if I really wanted someone else." "I didn't make you fall in love with me. Look. This is better discussed in person. I'm outside. Let me in, please?" "It was- ... Someone's at the door." "Yeah. Me." "I told you not to come over." -peeking through the peephole at him- -looks directly at the hole even though he can't see her- "Just let me in. I don't care what you look like." -bursts out laughing- "You're looking at me!" "Yes. Now let me in." "I shouldn't." "Why?" "I'll do something stupid." "It's cold out here. And I'm gonna stand out here until you let me in. Even if it's all night." -groan- "Fine." -click-

Evan shut his phone and pocketed it, giving a grin as the door cracked and finally opened. A wave of warmth hit him and he waved his hand behind him to let his driver know it was alright to leave.

"Can I come in?" He asked, squinting one eye against the light pouring out from inside. "It's fucking freezing out here." He crossed his arms over his chest and gave his best smile. He knew she wasn't exactly happy with him, but she was drinking alone and that was unhealthy, unsafe and just plain pathetic. Though, to be fair, she had just been dumped and lied to by two men she had once trusted. And the replacement girl wasn't exactly prized material. Evan could understand her feeling low in the self esteem department.

"You look nice," he added.