but the wait will be worth it

chapter forty eight

Day-drinking was always a strong suit of Clara's, but not so much one of mine.

I swallowed hardly as we entered the bar, already nervous for what might come. Although, I pushed that feeling aside quickly as Clara handed me a drink.

"Two shot glasses for my hottie," she said with a smile as I grabbed them from her.

I was surprised that the bar was open, this early in the morning. There were only like twenty people in the whole place, either sulking on the tables or drunk dancing in the center of the floor.

Not much light entered the bar, as there weren't many windows. Although, I already began to sweat with all of the heat building up in there.

A half asleep drunk man rambled on to a bartender, begging for more drinks at the counter. After gulping down my two shots, I wandered aimlessly around the room for a minute, looking around at all of the faces. I liked watching people and their expressions, guessing how their day was going or why they might be there.

I ended up at the bar once more, asking for a drink as the bartender asked to see an ID. I smiled while holding it out.

As he handed me my drink, it instantly took me back to that night; that night before the car crash. My mind saw once again, Louis slipping out through the back of the place as I stood singing on the stage.

"Bartender," I called out. The thick mustached man turned to me with a smile.

"Another drink please. Vodka. Not straight, though."

The man laughed. "And what would that be mixed with?"

I shrugged and smiled flirtatiously. "Surprise me."

With a grin, he winked and reached for a glass.

Clara was soon at my hip, leaning over me with a drink that had a smell strong enough to give me a headache. Although this seemed much too familiar and I couldn't help but get deja vu, I still soaked in the moment as if it were all new.

"Clara, tell me this," I laughed. "How is it, that every time I'm with you, we're drunk!"

Clara giggled and leaned her head on my shoulder. "That's what our relationship is, silly! We get drunk, we make out, we have sex..."

She was clearly drunk out of her mind, and we had only been there for like twenty minutes. You would think having the ability to consume such large amounts of alcohol would make Clara more prone to it, but she was still a lightweight.

Her words made my heart sink, as I frowned and bit my lip. "That's really all we ever were, huh..."

Clara laughed and placed a hand on my cheek. "Hm. Kinda like it that way tho. Easy." She smiled.

I nodded, still with a frown before getting out of my seat. I stared down at her drink and let out a laugh.

"What is that you have there, anyway?" I giggled. Clara waved it under my nose.

I winced at the strong smell. "The fuck? That seriously has the power to bleach my nose hairs," I laughed and Clara threw her head back in amusement.

"Try it," she said, while shoving the unnaturally bright drink in my face. It was always something neon and blinding with this girl, I swear.

Taking a sip, I shut my eyes while trying to get the flavor out of my mouth already. I stuck my tongue out and gave a disgusted face.

"That is too much," I mumbled as Clara began laughing again.

Turning to my right, I watched as a man with light brown hair slid over to the younger looking man beside me. He was about my height, blonde, a bit pale and nervous looking.