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Little Black Cocktail Dress	By : ThisIsGreenDay Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"It could be more than just a wink and a drink?" Beth repeated as Mike pulled his face away from hers, studying each other with curiosity, uncertainty and amusement. "You mean it could be another wham, bam, thank you ma'am," she clarified with a smug expression on her lips.

"If I knew any better I would assume there was an ounce of bitterness to your voice." Mike frowned slightly. "And I deserve it, I know. I never called you back, and even though you say you didn't expect me to, I still should have. Even if it was just a quick 'how you doing?'"

Beth veered away from where they were standing, moving toward a more secluded area near a large fern plant that was taller than her. "It would've been a nice gesture on your part, sure," she agreed, looking over her shoulder at him, checking to see if he was following.

He was.

Blue eyes took in ever gentle sway of her hips as she walked across the floor. He loved how cute her small feet looked in her strappy black heels as they clicked delicately and almost inaudibly on the flat surface.

It had been two and a half years since he'd last seen her but there was something so much more different about her. She was changed, somewhat. It was as if the last two and a half years aged her ten. Beth seemed more demure, sophisticated, sure of herself, mature.

Not that she wasn't all those things the last time around. Just that...last time...she was only twenty-two, and had been a virgin. That is, until she met him.

Now she was a woman of the world, or at least that's the impression that exuded from how she carried herself in this banquet hall full of important — albeit, stuffy — record executives, lawyers and other musicians such as himself.

"I apologize for my insensitivity," he remarked, moving closer to her, his long, fingers dallying with a few leafs on the fern plant.

Beth's gaze moved toward said fingers and her mind reeled momentarily back to that night, two and a half years ago, and how talented those fingers really were. Blinking the image away, she focused on what Mike had just said. "That sounds patronizing."

"It's not," he insisted, honesty oozing from his vocal chords. "I really am sorry. You gave me one of the best nights of my life and I repaid you by ignoring our moment."

"I'd say it was longer than a moment. I'm pretty certain there was a time lapse of several hours."

Mike smirked. "Yeah. Several great hours." He watched as she clasped her hands together in front of her and looked off toward the stage that was set up at the other end of the banquet room and some lady was rattling on about all donations collected would be going, one-hundred percent, toward Relay For Life. "Why are you here?" he asked, curiously. "In San Francisco?"

Beth finally returned her gaze to Mike, suddenly feeling very warm all over as he stared at her; his blue eyes making her feel like she was a porn star being watched by an equally erotic voyeur.

"I donated to this charity, received an invitation to this...gala," she replied, gesturing to their surroundings with a light flick of her wrist. "Specifically, in San Francisco..." she trailed.

Mike took another step closer, possibly subconsciously. Possibly not.

"Yeah."

"I took a job here after I finished college."

"What do you do?"

"I write for the Chronicle."

"You write for the San Francisco Chronicle and you donated a nice chunk of change to Relay For Life; enough that they gave you a golden ticket to their ritzy gala?" he narrowed his eyes. "Just how much did you donate on your journalist's salary?" Watching her expression change into somewhat of a sneer, he threw up his hands. "Sorry, that came out condescending. I'm just...curious to know more about you."

"I was in a car accident back in New Jersey. The guy in the other car was drunk, I got pretty banged up, I sued him. I won."

Instinctively, he reached a hand out and touched her shoulder. "How bad were you hurt?"

Beth shrugged. "Broken bones, comatose for three days..."

Mike's jaw all but dropped. "How long ago did it happen?"

Hesitating for a moment, Beth looked down and bit her bottom lip. She picked at her fingernails and slowly, but surely, began to lift her eyes back up to look at Mike as he remained staring at her, awaiting an answer.

"The day you left."

Mike stood there, stunned. "What?"

"I stayed in your hotel room for a few more hours, getting some sleep like you had offered for me, and when I left, I was just outside of Atlantic City and this dipshit T-boned me. My car was totaled. So was I for a while."

"Was it my fault?" came Mike's random question. "I mean, if I hadn't told you that you could stay in the room longer, you would've left sooner, and you wouldn't have been hurt..."

"Or if I hadn't have stopped for that coffee at Starbucks after I left the Taj Mahal..." she added, giving him a withering look. "Mike...it happened. I'm better now. Healed, granted I get aches and pains every now and then." She held his gaze which contained guilt that was unnecessary and unwarranted. "It was meant to be, as demented as it sounds. And I survived. And maybe if it hadn't have been me, it would've been someone else...and maybe they would have died where I lived."

Mike didn't like her rationalization. He felt guilty about it no matter if he had any hand in shaping the events that happened to her or not.

Reaching her hand out, she touched her fingers against his arm and smiled. "I think it's sweet you seem to care so much."

"Any sane person would," he assured.

"No, not really."

After a moment, she curled her fingers a little tighter on his arm, causing him to look down at her hand and then bring his eyes up her arm, to her chest — which was still as ample as ever — and then to her face, which was sans the glasses he'd last seen her wearing nearly three years before.

"So, uh..." she continued. "Now that we got all that out of the way...I believe you were saying something about more than a wink and a drink?"
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