Dragon's Game (Hisoka X Reader) (Book 3 of The Magician and The Dragon Series)

VII

"Are you happy with that boyfriend of yours?" He asks. Ok. NOW I'M PISSED.

"First off. I most definitely am happy with him. Secondly, it's quite rude to speak about him in that manner," I scoff crossing my arms over my chest. 

"My apologies," He raises his hand with champagne in defense taking a sip from the glass, his eyes never leaving me. 

"Doesn't sound like you mean it," I may have muttered a bit louder than I intended. 

"Well when the girl that catches your attention is taken, it tends to happen," He casually explains. 

"Caught your attention?" I scoff glaring at him. 

"How many girls do you know can pull off a race record like yours? Besides that, there's the matter of you being unlike most. Not to mention something about your character draws a person in hoping they'll be lucky enough to understand you-" 

"I didn't ask to be psychoanalyzed," I huff cutting him off.

"Seems I've upset you, forgive me," 

"Stop that," I break. "Stop being so creepily polite," He just smiles. The once wide spacious room now seems suffocatingly cramped. 

"How about we join the party downstairs? After all, it is rude for a host not to entertain his guests." He hums walking past me to the elevator. Reluctantly getting into the small box, we both stand on opposite ends looking anywhere but at each other, and I'm not even complaining about it. 

My eyes glance down at my arm, realization hitting me like a baseball bat across the head. Where are the marks? There were 3 scratch marks on my hand. Did I use my healing cards after the fire? But even when I did they didn't disappear, so how- What the actual fuck. 

The elevator stops on the floor above the main floor putting us above everyone else. In an attempt to head downstairs, I go to close the doors but my plans are foiled by Cryptic stopping the doors from closing. He blankly stares at me as if I was supposed to not go downstairs. 

"You are my guest remember," A small smile tugs at the edge of his lips. God, I haven't hoped someone was guilty this badly in my life just so I can kill them. The reasons are purely selfish but I don't care.  Reasons are reasons. He puts his hand out for me to take though I disregard it and walk past him. 

Stopping so he can take the lead, he guides us over to a small section where a handful of people happily mingle amongst themselves. A waiter passes by allowing me to grab a glass of whiskey. As it stands right now, I'm way too sober to deal with this shit. 

Cry- I mean Tadashi gives me the cocked brow look. 

"Problem?" I huff

"Didn't take you as the scotch type," He chuckles

"What type of alcohol do I look like I consume then?" I huff just slightly irritated.

"Fruity but strong cocktails," 

"You're not wrong, though scotch is my go-to," He chuckles leaning over the balcony looking down at the main floor where everyone else is. 

The place is decorated quite luxuriously. Live classical music, tables of food and drinks with more than enough servers to serve 2 large parties, and the centerpiece of it all, the people chatting, dancing, laughing, all oblivious to things outside the moment. 

Everything around starts to shift. The once-white floors are now marbled with lines of grey and gold, the people still engaging in their activities, however, their clothes seem to have changed. From elegant classy probably pricy gowns and tuxes with more than necessary jewelry change to simpler but still formal clothes, the once high ceiling above us replaced with an extraordinarily sized chandelier glimmering above.