Storm & Silence | FANFICTION

11. Fun

I was feeling rather spunky tonight.

It was a goal in my mind; focus. Though going into a pub may interfere with the self-challenge, I still want to remain free. I didn't want to do anything that would be regretted by yours truly the following morning, but everything is worth it when you're feeling yourself. But I was not about to suffer the consequences.

I glanced around, admiring the dark lighting of the small frame. The aroma of sweaty men had filled the atmosphere between Rikkard, Karim, and me. I scrunched my nose because of it. Sure this was a pub, I shouldn't be surprised at all the nasty, drunken older men, but it will take a while to get used to, especially for a nineteen-year-old like me.

"Mr. Ambrose?" I susurrated loud enough for him to hear over the screaming cackles of peculiar people.

"Yes, Mr. Linton?" He replied behind me, also examining the location we were currently settled in, "everything going as planned? Or are we going to have to suspend you from laying hands on beer again?"

I hid my annoyance from his smug remark, "what... exactly are we doing here?"

I remember Mr. Ambrose telling Karim and me that we were going on a short-term excursion tonight, but he didn't precisely say where and why. And I was not expecting us to go to a bar. It was hardly twenty miles away from the Empire House.

"Had I not tell you already?"

I turned around to face him, "no, and if anything, I'm trying to have some fun tonight!"

I don't want to go to a pub not to drink.

His face looked taken back at my honest statement, "what?"

I crossed my arms, venturing to stop myself from jumping off the walls in excitement, "oh come on, Mr. Ambrose! Let's party! Don't you like the feeling of a little bit of alcohol?"

He muttered something to Karim before leaving and going further into the establishment, leaving Mr. Ambrose and me remaining near the entrance.

"I wouldn't know... I've never been drunk," he said lowly, "but we aren't here to get 'wasted,' Mr. Linton. We are here because, seemingly, one of Dalgleish's men will be here tonight. I believe he has light hair and pale skin, according to the photographs, so he'd presumably stick out in the mob of people here," 

"What...?!" I looked at him, shocked.

"I know," he sighed, "but Dalgleish himself won't be here—"

"You've never been drunk before?!" I interrupted him, astounded that he's never been in such a state. And that I never witnessed it before.

"I—" he looked taken back at the fact that I only consumed the information about him never being drunk other than the fact that one of Dalgleish's men are here, "yes? That's not the point, and that is surely not why we are here right now. Now come on, focus!"

"I—um, yessir!"

Oh, I so wanted to see him wasted one day.

Soon enough, we were off. I followed Mr. Ambrose as we descended in-sync to the congested pub. In contrast, I unintentionally made disturbing eye contact with several tipsy men, though I was dressed as one myself.

"Where do you think he would be? I surely think we could spot him within seconds; this place isn't that large," I told Mr. Ambrose as I faced his profound back.

"We'll look around. Karim went upstairs."

"There's an upstairs?" Nevermind, this place was more prominent than I assumed.