Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving - An Apex Legends Story

Chapter 91 - Che, You're Drunk

**Hey there. I just wanted to point out that this chapter is a little more lengthy than my previous ones but I didn't want to split into separate chapters. So please enjoy.**

The cool breeze hit them once the elevator doors opened. The Bonsai Plaza roof top was comprised of two buildings connected by tunneled pathways on the outer portions of the buildings. The pathways connected to a floating garden area between the two buildings. The garden area was generally used for sitting and sometimes pictures. The roof top was lined with a few benches, trees, and a fountain. The Bonsai Plaza towers were the tallest buildings in all of Olympus.

On any other night Ajay would have been taking in all of the beautiful stars of the night sky. But on this particular night she could hardly even look at Octavio. She was ashamed of her face and herself in general. She was now even questioning why she dressed the way she did. "Why didn't I just do what my parents wanted me to do?" She stared at the ground as she followed Octavio.

They sat down on the ledge near the fountain. Octavio dipped his hand into the fountain while he took his other hand and placed it under her chin. He pulled her gaze to his and used his wet had to clean up the dried blood on her face. To his astonishment she smiled at him. He honestly didn't understand why she wasn't crying or how she had kept this part of her life a secret for so long. They had been friends forever and it had only ever come up once but in the form of something else.

"Che?" She pressed her forehead to his, "Silva?" She giggled as she looked into his emerald eyes. Her eyes were playful and for once his were not. His emerald eyes were full of concern and questions. He wanted to ask her if this was the first time that this had happened. If it wasn't the first time, then how long had this been going on for. He thought back to when they were younger and to the one week they were supposed to spend together and she was badly injured. He tried to push the thoughts from his mind as he stared into her eyes.

When he thought about Ajay laughing and pressing her forehead against his, it was at that moment he realized that she was drunk. He had never seen her drunk before. He also realized that maybe he drank too much and too often because he wasn't even buzzed. "Nothing Che." She pouted at him. "Silva." He laughed at her cute little busted, pouty lip. "What's wrong Che?" She pulled her face away from his in frustration. "Nothin Silva." Octavio looked a little confused, "Come on Che. Just tell me." He reached for her shoulder but dropped his hand into his lap.

She shrugged with her back to him. "Ya think I just wore this dress to piss off my parents?" Octavio's heart began to race, "Si." That was the only word that he could get out. He never really noticed that he seemed to say that word a lot around her when he was nervous; as a consequence of this, he found himself agreeing to do things with her that he would normally never agree to do. Ajay stood up and threw her hands up, "Ya so stupid Silva." Her arms fell to her sides. "I didn't wear this dress with nothin underneath it for the hell of it." She was almost yelling at him.

Octavio was getting hard as he listened to her words and staring at her backside; mostly at her ass. He was internally celebrating, "Che. Calm down. You're drunk." She turned around to speak to him but she was no longer yelling, her voice was low, "What does that matter?" She waited for him to answer. He thought about his words carefully, "What do you want me to say Che?" She sat back down next to him and put her face into her hands. "I thought." She paused to gather her words. "I'm sorry Silva. I guess I misread the situation."

He shook his head, "Nah Che. You're just drunk. Are you sure you want to do this?" He put his hand on her bare left thigh. She pulled her face from her hands to look into his eyes. She raised her right hand up and played with his jet black hair as she smiled at him. "Maybe not Silva." He nodded and moved his hand from her outer thigh to her inner thigh. "I don't want my first time with you to be when you're drunk. I don't want to take advantage of you like that." He sat there and watched her. "Who the fuck am I and what the fuck am I saying. Of course I want to take advantage of her." His cock throbbed against his slacks.