She nodded, and took a seat with another laugh. “Sure thing!” Myrtle pulled out the chair in front of her and sat down, sloshing her drink a little. “I’m uh….Myrtle!”, she remembered.
He giggled a squinted eyed laugh at her, “you are adorable,” he complimented, “I’mmmm…I’m jack, jack wilder” the sleight told her
She walked into the living room and sat down angrily, groaning. “Fine.” Myrtle attempted to pull her legs to her chest, but her huge stomach was in the way and she failed. She settled for having them crossed in Indian style.
He let out a sigh, crossing one ar over his chest and holding the other han dout with the beer. “The past few months have been hell for the bothof us,” he explained, pacing bakc and forth, “all the whining and moaning and complaining and cussing- But I’ve gottennuse to it. You, however, need to know the dos and dont’s of pregnancy. So let Dr.Wilder show you how it’s done.” He took a long sigh before turning on his heel to face her.
"No drinking, no drugs, no smoking, no heavy liften, and no fighting with anyone, and above all just …just don’t fall. Got it?"
"You wanna get a drink?" she slurred with a wide smile. Myrtle almost fell over but grabbed onto the mans arm with a laugh. "Oopsie!". She hiccuped slightly and blew the hair out of her face. Her mouth was dry as ever.
"I-I’ve got one," he chuckled, holding her arm to keep her steady. He kept his drink in hand, holding it in a toast solute. "But another couldn’t hurt- I don’t think," He laughed, putting his arm around her waist. "You may wanna sit, y’think?"
I WILL GET NONEEEEE
She pouted, crossing her arms over her stomach. “But Jaaaaaaack,” she whined. Myrtle watched him drink with a scowl, feeling slightly irritated. She hoped it was just the hormones. “What am I supposed to do for the next five months?” she inquired, her eyebrow raised.
"Sit," he told her, gently patting her ass to get her to move. "Sit on the couch, go, shoo, let me explain you something," He continued to drink, nudging her ankles gentlywith his toe.
Myrtle giggled as she downed another sip of beer, and stood uneasily. Her heels suddenly seemed so high, and she wobbled as she walked around. The casino was packed full of old women and young men trying their luck at the slot machines. How pointless it all was. Myrtle made her way towards a young man and smiled lazily. “He-hey cutie!” She exclaimed, louder than intended.
He jumped, too drunk to be able to bear the noise of a wale from behind him. “H-Heey!” He said, slurring just slightly. Turning slowly on his hea, he smiled at the attractive oman greeting him out of the blue- more so, black lighting of the area they were in. “Hi.” Jack was ike a child when tipsy, a trait he didn’t quite catch on to but had heard enough about to know it was true.
Myrtle groaned angrily, looking down at her overgrown stomach. She felt so fat now adays with the baby, and all she wanted was to get drunk. It would help her forget about the stupid baby inside of her. Standing slowly from the couch, she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Hey Jacky, do you want a drink too?” She called into the other room, trying to find a bottle opener.
He camed down stairs, feet stomping down. Knwoing how inexperienced she was with children- let alone prenancy- god knows what would be hapening. “Yes, but -” He called, too late to see her opening it. He clenched his teeth, going over to her an dpulling the can away. “No. Drinking.” He said sternly, opening it for himself and taking a sip.