Take Chelsea Home

"Haha, well I am glad you were offering your service tonight. But on a more serious note, thank you for helping me out when I was in a jam. That creep wasn't going away anytime soon. So, Brian was it?"

"Yes, Brian Sterling, at your service." Brian smiled with pride, an actual show of gratitude from THE Chelsea Monroe?! This night just keeps getting better.

"Well now Mr. Brian Sterling, what are the benefits of the Brian's Emergency Evac Services?"

"Oh I think the Madam will be quite pleased. First benefit you have already witnessed. As you can tell, all our drivers are trained to the minimum standard to acquire a drivers license." Brian smirked along to Chelsea's hearty giggles.

Inwardly, Brian sat in awe of himself. Where the hell was this coming from? He was never this smooth, was he? Come to think of it, he never did a lot of talking with anyone, and when he did, it was usually in a group of people where he was easily drowned out. Maybe it was the ****, enough of a buzz can loosen anyone's tongue. Whatever it was, Brian was silently thanking all the Gods, Deities, and anything else he could think of for giving him this moment.

"Next, we equip all drivers with top of the line Honda Civics, most reliable car on the road might I add. Some people pay extra for the Patina Paint Job, while ours are all natural." This pushed Chelsea into full on laughter. It was quite contagious as Brian found himself chuckling at his own joke.

"And finally, we drive around aimlessly, hoping to be in the right spot at the right time. So far this business model has proven to be fruitless, but there are prospects on the horizon. Once evac is complete, the rescued soul only needs to relay the final destination, and they will be dropped off safe and sound." Having calmed down a little, Chelsea informed Brian she was staying at the Hilton downtown, which was in the opposite direction they were driving.

Brian nodded and quickly turned around to start heading to the hotel. Even though the inside of the car was pretty loud a few seconds ago, an uneasy silence settled over the two as they drove through the night. Brian, unwilling to let this good opportunity go to waste, decided he would at least find something to talk about, or make a fool of himself for trying.

"It must be hard." Damn it Brian, say something more than that. That just seems creepy. "Having to fight off guys all the time I mean." Fuck, that was much better you dope.

Chelsea glanced at Brian, trying to determine his motives until she relented and sighed before responding. "Ya, most guys think muscles and cheesy pick up lines are enough to get in a girls pants. They don't realize that most times, it just makes them look like assholes." That confirmed Brian's thought back at the bar. No one really wanted to know her, they just wanted to conquer the sexiest body they could, stoke their pride.

"Well, at least you get to hear some funny pick up lines, right?" Brian knew it was a weak attempt to cheer her up but he didn't have much else to say.

"Sure, they were funny at first. But you can only listen to the same one so many times before you start to feel like you are going insane. Although, I have to give you credit, BEES was pretty original." Chelsea watched to see how Brian reacted to this. Predictably, Brian's face turned ever shade of red and purple known to man, and a feel shades never seen before.

"It wasn't a pick up line!" Brian sputtered defensively.

Chelsea laughed. "I'm sorry, I know it wasn't. Just, it feels nice to be in control of an interaction for a change. Most of the time I am talked at by macho dudes or lawyers or corporate execs. I just wanted to feel in charge of my own life for a minute."

Brian regarded her slowly, looking for signs of sincerity or sarcasm or anything really. But she was trained to be an actress so she was pretty unreadable. "It's alright. I guess I can understand that. I mean I am just now starting to take control of my own life, so I can see why you would want the same."

"How so? You seem to be in control right now, so how did you not have control before?"

Brian weighed his options, he could tell Chelsea the truth which would leave him ****, embarrassed. Or he could lie, say something like him boss was just keeping him down or something. One the one hand, he strove to always tell the truth. But on the other hand, he wouldn't look weak in front of a potential new friend. Huh, new friend. I really want to be your boyfriend, but there is no way that will ever happen. Not after I watched you discard those other guys so easily.

"I have struggled with social anxiety all my life. I let it control me to the point where I don't have any friends, or even a girlfriend. Tonight is the first time I fought back and went out with some of my coworkers. It was a surreal experience. Most people didn't view me the way I thought they did, which was really liberating."

Chelsea smiled as she listened. "Well, for not having any friends, you were quick witted when talking to me."

"Ya, I surprised myself. I have no idea where that came from. Blame it on the goose."

"Oh so now we are quoting song lyrics. Meesa thinks yousa better than yousa thinks."

"Hey, I am not above kicking Jar Jar outa this car. I will tolerate the prequels, but he is a no-no."

Brian had just pulled into the hotel parking lot at this point, so Chelsea chirped back "Well yousa miscalculated that threat cause we are already here." They both giggled at the silliness of the whole situation. "So, how much does BEES cost. That was never discussed in the wonderful and informative presentation."

Doing his best to imitate Dr. Evil, he brought his pinky to the side of his mouth and said "One Million dollars." After a short chuckle break he continued, "But for our first customer, we offer all our excellent services free of charge. Think of it as a promo thing, just spread the word!"

"Well, you do drive a hard bargain. But I am going to have to decline." Brian looked at her with confusion all over his face. Chelsea let the silence hang a moment longer before she continued "My counter proposal is that I get one dinner with you at a place of my choosing."

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What. He must not of hear right. A girl wanted to have dinner with him? THE Chelsea Monroe wanted to have dinner with him? No, no. Something isn't right. The world is ending right. Must be. We are all going to die. Right when I got a dinner date with the fucking Chelsea Monroe. Goddammit.

Chelsea laughed as Brian starred slack jawed at her. "So he is capable of losing his words. Good to know. So, do you agree?"

"Er, uh, um, y-yes, I mean YES!" Brian's brain kicked back on after a momentary shut down. He thought of what she said and sheepishly continued "But can you consider something like Taco Bell or the like. I really don't have much money after my drinks tonight."

Chelsea scoffed "What kind of payment would it be if I let you pay. I am covering the bill on this one." She smiled and turned to walk away. After three steps, she stopped and looked back at him. "Oh and wear something nice." With that and a quick wink, she walked the rest of the way into the hotel.

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into Brian..."