For Curt

[pitchslapped]

She couldn't stand Jesse there but, as it turned out, she couldn't stand him gone, either. She'd paced around the apartment for a couple of hours and, just when she felt like she was about to go out of her mind, she decided to go out. Maybe she could drink enough to pass out and then, in the morning, she'd feel okay. Maybe.

She finds herself in a bar - she didn't even stop to see which one - and she's drunk enough that the world is swimming, slightly.
The thought of going home? Still makes her feel like she's about to start screaming.

"Can I get another one of these?"

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[feel_myhell]

"I have noticed you, New Girl. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm pretty exclusive in fucking men," Curt pointed out, still giving her a look.

"I do make exceptions, but I also make a lot of bad fucking decisions."

[pitchslapped]

"Well, mostly, I'm watching you record, not fuck, so excuse me if I'd missed out on the finer details." She rolls her eyes. "I could use some bad decisions right about now."

[feel_myhell]

A year ago, just months ago, he probably would've taken her up on it, without a second thought. But for some reason, he couldn't get Kurt's voice out of his goddamn head. He couldn't forget that disappointed look on the kid's face.

"Yeah, well. Maybe I don't want to be yours," Curt said, taking a sip of his drink. Taking out his wallet, he put enough money on the bar for himself and to cover her. "Go home, Beca."