A Thousand Oceans Wide

"Meet my baby," Georgia smiled.

"It feels just like my car," Tom said, feeling the steering wheel of the black Cadillac Escalade that was Georgia's. "Wow."

Georgia laughed. "Obviously," she said. "They're the same."

"Not the same," Tom looked at her sideways, a soft smirk on his face. "Mine, the owner's the sexier one."

"Oh, Hell, no," Georgia rolled her eyes, putting on her seatbelt. "All right, get moving!"

Tom laughed, starting to drive on as Georgia gave him instructions. It wasn't soon before long when the two reached a bar downtown New York and it was almost nine at night. As he got out, he held his phone in his hand, considering giving Heidi a call before going in.

"Tommy Boy!" Georgia called, creating a nickname for him. And when she saw him dialing some number, she faked a pout and frowned. "Aw, just leave business aside right now, will you?" She laughed and pulled at his sleeve. "Come on. We don't have to queue. I know this guy."

Tom gave an awkward laugh. "Okay," he said, slipping his phone into his back pocket before passing the bouncers with Georgia who held his hand through.

Inside the medium-sized club was a whole kaleidoscope of beaming disco lights all over the dance floor. People were getting down on the floor and there seemed to be a little dance-off happening and it caught Tom's attention as they passed by. Georgia stayed with Tom and watched, clapping enthusiastically to the beat of Low by Flo Rida and T-Pain.

"Ah, man!" Georgia said loudly over the music, shaking her head to the music. "We're late," she laughed, realizing the dancers were returning to normal dancing. She turned to Tom. "Wanna dance?"

Tom grinned, "Sure!" He said, letting Georgia pull him to the middle of the dance floor where people were slowly starting to fill the empty space. Tom felt uneasy about it, letting the woman get so touchy with him in the club but he couldn't blame her. She didn't know about him.

Georgia stared at Tom, dancing along to the next song that was Dangerous by Akon and Kardinal Offishall. "I love Akon!" She said, trying to get herself heard over the tunes.

"Ja," Tom said, nodding as he kept his eyes on Georgia. "Not so bad."

"He's not bad at all!" Georgia laughed, tapping Tom's hips to motion for him to move more. "You're so stiff!"

Tom gave a half-smile; he did feel awkward. There was a part of him that wanted to dance like he always used to do without a care in the world, but there was another part that wanted him to just get out of there right now and get on the first flight back home to be by his girlfriend's side. By now, he would be stuck to the hips of Georgia, but he just couldn't bring himself to go that far.

Georgia frowned as she gave a smile to Tom, moving her hips from side to side along the provocative rapping of Kardinal Offishall. "Come on, Tommy," she said, urging him with a knock of her hips against his own.

Tom gave a little smirk and shook his head. Maybe he should learn to relax. It wasn't like he was cheating on Heidi, so he should just have fun, and there was no need to feel that guilty. "Maybe I am starting to like Akon," Tom said, cocking his eyebrows at Georgia.

The woman bit her lower lip seductively at Tom, arms raised as she turned to dance with her back against Tom's front, very subtly rubbing against him. It wasn't uncommon at all seeing how everyone there was doing stuff like that, and a few were really wild with heavy gyrating.

"Akon's good," Georgia smirked, gazing at Tom sideways, continuing to dance against him.

Tom laughed a bit at them before letting Georgia take his hands and hold it around her waist. He wasn't even drunk yet and he was already letting her take him over like that. What more could he expect?

Georgia turned around and faced Tom again, so fast that his hands actually landed on her butt perfectly. Almost immediately, he pulled away awkwardly like it was some sort of guilt trip that went off in his mind. Georgia cocked her head at Tom with a little bemused smile.

"Um, what about a drink?" Tom asked, back-stepping a bit as he awaited Georgia's reaction. He needed to stop this before anything goes wrong. His bad old habits needed a lot of effort to stop, and this definitely wasn't helping. It was either now or never that he prevented Georgia and her sexy moves from getting the best—or worst—of him.

Georgia laughed, her white teeth almost glowing in the dark. The song transited to a pumped up track by Kat De Luna called Whine Up. "Sure," she said, holding Tom's arm and following him to the bar.

Tom subtly pulled away as soon as they got seats by the counter that glowed neon yellow and blue at knee level. He realized that their counter was also a fish tank, and he was amused by the little glowing guppies swimming around it all along the counter from one end of the bar to the other. "This is so cool!" Tom exclaimed, tapping at the thick glass.

"It is, isn't it?" Georgia laughed. "I told my friend to put it in," she said. "I picked the fishes, too."

"Your friend?" Tom asked, looking at her.

Georgia crossed her legs, her foot touching Tom's but she acted like it was nothing. She smiled sideways at him. "Mhmm," she said. "My friend's the owner. He's a really cool guy...and here comes the best bartender in the world!" She grinned, tapping the counter excitedly before getting on her knees on the padded stool, leaning over to rub the bartender's hair affectionately.

"Hah, yeah," the bartender said, laughing as he was shaking up a drink for the person on the other side of Tom. "What can I get you today, a house shot or two?"

"Nope," Georgia giggled, leaning her chin on her palm before saying. "As much beer as you have, because my friend here, Tom, wants to drink me under the table."

"No way!" The bartender chuckled, pouring and serving the other guy before bringing out some beer for Tom and Georgia. Tom was observing them before he decided to speak.

"Why no way?" Tom asked, an eyebrow raised. "I can drink, okay!" He laughed, and Georgia laughed with him.

"Because you don't know who you're dealing with," the bartender said.

"No, Nick," Georgia smirked. "Tom doesn't know who he's drinking with!"

Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head, stifling a smile as he was served two jugs of beer and two mugs. "I don't need this," he said, pushing his mug away. "I do it the real way!" He smirked, picking up the jug.

Georgia laughed, picking up the jug as well. "Fine," she simpered and licked her lips, facing Tom. "Ready?"

Nick, the bartender, wished them both good luck before going to another customer to Georgia's side. "I'll be here to refill in a bit!"

Tom nodded before sipping the beer a bit. "Oh, this is good," he mumbled under his breath. "Okay, ready."

"Ready, set, go!" Georgia said and before she did, Tom already started drinking. "Cheat!" She laughed, kicking Tom's legs before proceeding to drink the whole jug down. Tom did the same, frowning and wincing every once in a while but he managed to down it all to the very last drop.

Georgia was last to finish but she did finish it. "Ah," Tom grinned. He shook his head and put the jug down. "What is this?!" He exclaimed, banging his fist on the counter. "Where's Nick?"

The woman raised her eyebrows in a half-laugh. "What is it?"

"I need more," Tom smirked. And Nick came over and refilled it, giving them another two jugs. "Great," Tom said, giving a loud burp. "Shit," he laughed as he wiped his mouth, shaking his head.

Georgia laughed until she herself burped, swallowing a bit before grabbing the second mug. "Hey," she said. "You're drunk already!"

"I'm not!" Tom laughed. "Come on," he said.

"This is not a competition, Tom," Georgia reminded him. "You're not supposed to get drunk. We'll judge that by going on the dance floor and walking in a straight line, okay?"

"No problem!" Tom said, shaking his head and patting Georgia's thigh. He was still quite not yet drunk, but he sure wasn't thinking right. "This is definitely German beer, right?"

"Budweiser," Georgia said in reply, putting her hand on Tom's. And he pulled it away to hold his mug up.

"Okay," he said. "Ready, set, again!" He said, and Georgia already started drinking before he finished his sentence. "Cheat!" He said, before drinking.

Georgia spat out a bit of beer at the side when Tom mimicked her, shouting cheat when she started earlier like he did in the first round. Tom also couldn't keep in his mouthful of beer and he spilled some out onto himself. "Don't waste it!" Georgia said before continuing to drink.

"I'm not!" Tom said, laughing. And he finished his mug and put it down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Are you drunk yet?"

Georgia looked at him. "No," she laughed. "Are you drunk yet? Oh, Hell. Yes, you are so drunk."

"Shut up," Tom rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "One more!" And they both had their third jug.

"What about now?" Georgia asked, smirking.

"Nah," Tom winced, trying not to let Georgia win the bet. "But I wanna take the test now!"

"Not yet!" Georgia said. "We haven't let the alcohol sink in yet. I'm warning you, I'm going to need two times more than you're having to get drunk!"

Tom scoffed jokingly. "No, no," he said. "Come on!" And he jumped off the stool and pulled Georgia with him. "One straight line, right?"

"Yes," Georgia laughed. She held hands with Tom, following his footsteps on the lit up dance floor tiles. "Hey, keep it straight!" She said in a fit of giggles as Tom zigzagged through the hot and sweaty crowd with her hands on his hips.

At that moment, he felt a vibration in his pocket. "Someone's calling me," Tom said as he reached deep to pull out his phone. Stupidly, he answered it in the midst of the noise and dancing, a hand still holding onto Georgia. "Hello?" He said.

Heidi, all the way in the quiet Magdeburg of Germany, quickly pulled the phone away from her ear as soon as the phone clicked. The atmosphere on the other side was loud and she could barely hear Tom saying a word. "Tom?"

Tom looked at his phone and it read 'Heidi', and he blinked, rubbing his eyes a bit before pulling to the side of the dance floor. Georgia was dancing with some other people beside him as he continued into the phone. "Hey," he said as loudly as possible into the phone. "Can you hear me?"

"No," Heidi said, locking herself in the bathroom so she could hear Tom better. And so that she would be away from her sleeping son at almost half past two in the morning. "Are you...are you busy? I think I'll call another time," she said.

"No!" Tom said, frowning a bit. He felt ridiculous for trying to talk in the middle of a club and so he tried to get away to the bathroom. "Wait, Heidi! Okay? Wait."

Georgia saw Tom trying to get past the crowd and she grabbed his arm. "Who's that?" She asked aloud, and Heidi could hear her voice. The blond German girl at home felt uneasy, and so she put the phone away from her ear. She could obviously hear if it was Tom or not if he was getting back to her.

Tom looked at Georgia, half-dizzy, the beer getting to him. "I'll be back," he said.

"Hurry up!" Georgia said, pushing him away before proceeding to continue dancing with strangers.

Tom quickly found his way to the wall where it clearly stated 'toilet' at the top and he followed the arrow to a corridor more quiet than it was in the middle of the club. "Hello?" Tom said into his phone.

"I'll call you back," Heidi said.

"No," Tom said. It was a bit quieter, and he was glad because his head was throbbing a bit. He hadn't downed alcohol like that in a while. "What's...what's it?" He asked. "How's everything? Good? Fine?"

Heidi sighed. "Where are you?"

Tom bit his lip, groaning when he heard some dirty noises in the bathroom before stepping out again. He decided to stay at the corridor. "I'm, umm...at a club with some friends," he said.

"Oh," Heidi said, twirling her hair around her finger nervously. "Well, it's noisy. I think I'll call you another time."

"Oh, well. Sure?" Tom asked. He felt some guilt in him, poisoning his bloodstream like the alcohol was doing to him at that very moment.

"Yeah," Heidi said. "Goodnight," the girl added before hanging up without even waiting for an answer from him. She knew that he was obviously drunk since he was slurring and unsure of his speech. It was a common trait. She quietly went back to her bed, slipping under the cover with her little Markus, trying not to sleep on the whole drunk Tom thing.

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Heidi?" Tom frowned at the phone before slipping it back into his pocket. He went back to the dance floor, snaking through to get to Georgia before he felt someone jump on his back.

"Boo!" Georgia said, laughing. "Wanna dance some more?" The dirty version of Sexy Can I by Ray J and Young Berg started filling up the club and its patrons.

"I, uh..." Tom's voice trailed off as he tried not to collapse. "I don't know," he said truthfully. He felt pretty tired.

Georgia slipped off his back and pulled him. "Come on," she said. "I'll drive you." Like she promised, she led Tom out of the bar. He was staggering a bit, and she tried to keep him straight. "You'd better not zone out on me right now!" She said. "Where do you live?"

Tom gave a little hiccup. "Four...Seasons," he said, being buckled into Georgia's Cadillac shotgun.

Georgia smiled. "Okay," she said. And she took a bottle of water she had and downed the whole bottle quickly as she let the engine cool down the inside of the vehicle as it started up. She needed to dilute her bloodstream so she could drive properly.

"Did I say Four Seasons?" Tom laughed. "Did I just...I just say Four Seasons?" He curled up at his seat and turned to Georgia, who looked at him amusedly.

"Oh, man," she laughed. "Do you not stay there? Then where do you stay?"

"I think it's the Grand Hyatt," Tom slurred, leaning on Georgia's shoulder, stretching the belt. "Scheiße. Der Katzenjammer danach werden Hölle sein!" And he giggled a bit.

"What on Earth are you blabbering about?" Georgia tried not to laugh too much as she stepped on the pedal. "Oh, man. You are so drunk. I just knew it. So it's the Grand Hyatt, right?"

"Jaja," Tom said, leaning back onto his chair and hugging himself as he stared out of the window. "Ich bin sehr sehr-"

"Shh," Georgia said, patting his head and making sure he stayed straight, not knocking around. "Don't make me look like I'm drunk with you, please!" She gave a little laugh as she started driving off towards the Grand Hyatt New York.

With the help of the friendly hotel staff, Georgia managed to get Tom up to his room. She laid him on his bed, taking off his cap for him.

"It's so hot," Tom said, kicking off his shoes. And Georgia helped to pull off his socks.

"You're a rich kid," she remarked, observing the suite he had.

"It's so cold," Tom added, ignoring whatever Georgia said. And as she contemplated on whether she should help take off his pants or not, he spontaneously did so. He unzipped his jeans and slid out of it easily. Georgia watched a bit before Tom pulled her hand, sitting up and pulling her down beside him.

"Do you need me to take off your shirt, too?" She asked, half-smirking at his senseless state. She wasn't that bad as him, being extremely used to alcohol. He shook his head at her. The next thing she knew, he pulled off his t-shirt and threw it on the floor and he was left only in his boxers. "Your dreads are sexy like that," she remarked randomly, noticing how gorgeous he looked with the locks sprawled down his shoulders.

"Danke," Tom laughed, quite oblivious of his surrounding. He felt for Georgia's little bag where she had her cellphone and other things, finding it at her waist. To him, he was seeing almost double of everything. She, amused, watched him as he pulled it off and over her neck, pulling her hair clip along with it and her black hair was released.