BEATRIX CREED - 3 YEARS AGO
Being in this dim-lit nightclub for the amount of time I have, my eyes have learned to adjust themselves to the strobe lights that occasionally streak past people's features; leaving them a plain silhouette.
I am lucky to have Alexis with me tonight, I needed away from my family and the drama that is happening right now. Part of that drama is my most recent breakup.
I was in love, of course, I was. The only people who had any sort of knowledge about the relationship were my mother and Alexis. And in this situation, I'm presuming it was my mother who snitched about it to my father, ordering me to break it off, as he was "no match for the Mafia."
Mason Brooks, was no match.
"Beatrix, are you moping?" Alexis sways in front of me, moving to the beat of the thumping music. "Of course not. I'm just...thinking." I half-lie. A "half-lie" and a lie have no significant difference, apart from that hyphen.
Just like me and Mason: there was no significant difference, apart from he was..."normal" and I came from a Mafia family.
"Well, stop thinking and so-calling half-lying! You know I see right through you," She pauses, "Get drunk. Loosen up. That is what we are here for, right?" Alexis takes my hand.
"To wreck our bodies?" I say questionably. "Heeell no—to have fun. Have you ever heard of it?" She comes to a stop, "Well, tonight you are going to be introduced in person." I simply smile at Alexis, reassuring her that I am totally okay.
"I'll get us one each?" Alexis stalks over to the bar, which is less crowded than it was a few minutes ago. I watch as she orders shots, which I am dreadful at taking. Now that she has turned away, I can have a one-minute moping session.
The relationship that I am just out of lasted four years. Yes, Mason and I dated since I was sixteen but he was great and now...we are young adults.
"Straight down the hatch, bitch." Alexis returns with shot glasses in her hands, passing one to me. "Straight down the hatch!" I repeat, gulping the first shot down.
I shake my head from side to side, an instinct of the instant hit. I hate shots. "Now, wasn't that fun?" I nod, running my tongue over my teeth.
"Loosen up Beatrix! Look around you!" Alexis rolls her eyes at me, taking the shot glasses, murmuring something as she wanders back to the bar; I stand alone until she returns.
**
Alexis is at my side again, "Have you opened your eyes yet?" she says, pointing to a dark figure looking astray on the far leather couch. I might be delusional, or it could be the lighting, but his gaze seems to be in my direction.
But let's not get too cocky.
The exchange of hard gazes and me not breaking it wells up my eyes, noticeable enough that Alexis places a hand on my bare shoulder. "You are looking at that fine specimen... aren't you?"
"No, I wasn't." I lie. Again. "No! That's a ridiculous accusation." Alexis whirls her head around, utterly ignoring me, seeking a better view of the mystery man. "Alexis, stop, you look weird... I wasn't checking any—"
Just my luck, the lights flash over the figure whom I was watching—or was he watching me? I quickly catch a glimpse of Alexis's hand slowly moving up. My eyes bulge, "No, Alexis, no!" I whisper shout, jumping to force her arm down.
"Wow, calm down," She laughs at me, "You know it's not a crime to openly admit that you're attracted to someone after a breakup."
"You know what is a crime? Assault, so you're lucky I'm nice and not smacking you right now."
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