《HELPLINE》TWENTY-TWO
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TWENTY-TWO
HENRY
: okay, here's the deal. i have a hangover. who knows what that means?
: doesn't that mean you're drunk?
: no. it means i was drunk yesterday.
- school of rock, 2003
In the wake of everything that had happened (me dumping Isaac, being rejected by my father, Sherlock on hiatus, etc) I had a new life motto.
Life is shit.
Uplifting, I know.
But it kind of helped, in an odd way, as I sat on the sofa in just a blue t-shirt, drinking beer from the bottle (I never drank beer from the bottle; take this as a sign the apocalypse is coming) and warbling along to Morrissey.
"Good times for a change
see, the luck I've had
can make a good man
turn bad"
I was interrupted by my phone ringing - just as we were about to get the chorus. Typical. Fucking typical. Don't you just hate life?
Looking down at the screen, I whimpered slightly as the word SHANIA stared back at me. Shania had now bounced back from her break-up and was back to reading Eleanor Marx biographies and chatting up millionaires in clubs - or whatever it was Shania did with her life. anyway, I doubted she would be sympathetic. She'd always hated the smiths.
"Hey, Shay," I said quietly, once I'd answered.
"Henry, you bastard," she said, her voice low and urgent. "You need to get to work. Now, preferably. Unless you want to get fired."
I sighed. "I don't know. maybe i do want to get fired. Maybe it's what I deserve. maybe having a job is pointless and boring and destructive anyway, a cog in the capitalist machinery -"
"Oh, shut up," Shania sighed. "Is that what I was like after my break-up? Actually, don't answer that. Just get your arse to work, okay?"
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"Okay," I mumbled, putting the beer on the table and stumbling to my feet.
"And Henry?"
"Yes?"
"I hope you're okay, babe."
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I staggered into work about twenty minutes later, smelling like strawberry shampoo and hangovers. I looked (and smelled) like I'd just crawled out of a bin, but I figured that seeing as I'd been the only one with any customers over the last month, I'd be okay.
Of course, that customer was my ex-boyfriend. Who I broke up with after my Dad rejected me. Permanently. But you've got to focus on the good things, right?
"Henry," Aaron Smith caller, striding towards me with a slight frown. Other than that, he was actually kind of handsome. In fact, if I hadn't been so heartbroken, I might've pulled out some of my pick-up lines, because Aaron Smith was smoking.
"Aaron Smith, sir," I replied, trying to keep some of the misery from seeping into my voice, which was little more than a croak.
"A - are you hungover?" he asked, his frowning deepening.
(I know I'm supposed to be miserable and everything, and I am, but am I the only one who gets turned on by hot people frowning?)
Swallowing, I said, "Yes, Sir. Just slightly."
Aaron Smith frowned. "You know, Henry, I can't have this in the workplace."
From her seat, Shania glanced up, frowning. I frowned back at her and then turned back to Aaron Smith. "Aaron Smith, please. I'm going through some emotional stuff, and it won't happen again, I promise -"
"No, it won't," Aaron Smith cut me off.
"Oh, good," I exhaled. "I really am sorry, Sir, and it is pretty deep stuff -"
"Because you're fired."
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"Aaron Smith is hot," I whimpered later that evening to Shania, who was watching me get drunk and sing along to the Smiths (again). "but he fired me."
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"I know, babe," she said, patting my back.
"And I du - dumped Isaac!" I shrieked, so loudly we both flinched.
"I know, babe," Shania said again.
"And Dad's a fucktard!"
"I know, Henry," Shania snapped. "God, you're boring when you're drunk."
"I know," i hiccoughed, taking a swig of beer. "But you know who wasn't? Isaac. I miss him, Shay."
She sighed and grabbed the blanket from the other sofa. "I bet you do, Hen. But I think that's enough beer and Morrissey for one day, yeah?"
"No," I mumbled. then I got back to missing Isaac.
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