“You, are late.” Erika Kane stated as Alisa rushed over to her at the restaurant the next afternoon.

“I'm so sorry,” Alisa said hugging the girl, “I was at your brother’s last night.”

“Ew, I don’t need to know such things.” Erika said grimacing at she sat back down and picked up her menu.

“Not like that doof,” Alisa laughed picking up her own menu as well. “We aren’t like that.”

“Once again, I don’t need to kno-” Erika paused peering skeptically at her brother’s girlfriend. “Wait, you guys don’t….” She trailed off arching her brow.

Alisa shook her head ‘no’ staring at her menu as though it might disappear if she looked away.

“Not that it’s any of my business, but are you kidding me?”

“No, I mean it just hasn’t happened yet…” Alisa stated nonchalantly as the waiter came by to write down their beverage orders, and quickly scurried away.

“Wow,” Erika breathed. “He really likes you.”

Suddenly choking on the air around her, Alisa gave Erika a skeptical look. “He really likes me? What are you talking about?”

“Well if my brother hasn’t hopped in your pants yet, then he must really like you, since he isn’t rushing into that, ya’ know?” Erika explained.

“Glad to know you think your brother is a total whore.” Alisa laughed, as Erika shook her head, telling her it was not like that.

“Pat likes girls,” Erika said, “But if he isn’t getting some, then he ditches them.”

“Well then he is probably getting some, from somewhere else.”

“And you are okay with that?” Erika almost screamed.

“No, but…I don’t know, me and Pat, we just aren’t serious,” Alisa shrugged, and Erika was determined to prove her wrong.

*

Sitting in her apartment later that night, Alisa nursed a cup of tea while she did some work on her Mac laptop. Her phone startled her as it vibrated on the couch beside her.

“Hello?” She answered softly, hearing the loud pumping music pouring into her ear through the phone.

“Why aren’t you here?” A loud girlish voice screamed at her.

“Angel?” Alisa paused, “Is that you?” She asked of Jonathan Toews’ girlfriend.

“Yeah! Where are you?” She screamed over the Flo Rida song playing in the background.

“Home, I'm not much of a partier,” She answered sheepishly, taking a sip of her tea.

“Well we are just gonna have to change that!” Angel giggled into the phone and Alisa could tell she had had one too many. “Oh and we are sending Pat home in a cab, he’s wasted!” Angel laughed again before hanging up the phone.

Hopefully he keeps his shirt on this time, Alisa thought. Surely enough, Patrick arrived at her doorstep twenty-five minuets later, reeking of alcohol, and stumbling over his own feet.

“Your dinner plates…don’t match your carpet,” Patrick slurred out as Alisa lead him over to her couch. Sighing, she brewed a cup of coffee, handing it to Patrick to drink.

“Here,” She said sitting on the floor by his head making him drink the dark coffee.

“I don’t like it, can I have some Jack D?” Patrick slurred handing the cup back to her.

“Jack D, is the reason you’re in this mess,” Alisa whispered placing her lips against his forehead. “Sleep it off, Patty.”

“I wanna cuddle with you,” He said reaching for her as she stood, “In your big bed.”

“Not tonight,” She said running a hand through his hair before taking her laptop, and heading over to her room. Settling into her bed, she pulled the laptop over to her and began typing away making notes for future client meetings, and scheduling her trip to Italy to meet with Marco Bizzari in representing his fashion line in the business market. She glanced up from her screen when she heard soft snores coming from the neighboring room. Shaking her head she got back to her work, while her boyfriend crashed on her couch from his alcohol binge.