It's been almost ten minutes and I haven't said anything to Miriam. She came over to the bar and took a seat without a word. At first, I assumed she wanted to chat but she hasn't even met my gaze yet, so now I'm just confused. Though I do suspect this might have something to do with her leaving me at Tranquility's Sunday night.
Maybe she's thinking about what to say, maybe she wants me to be the first to speak. If it's the latter, I'm not too sure what she's expecting--she's the one who should be giving an explanation. Unless she thinks I left her for whatever reason.
At this rate, Miriam's break--and I'm guessing she's on one otherwise she wouldn't have been able to stay here for so long--is going to end and she'll have come here for no reason. It really doesn't seem like the black-haired woman is going to initiate conversation so, after getting the older gentlemen at the end of the bar some beer, I approach my friend, hands resting on my hips.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" I ask, raising an eyebrow expectantly.
"I was hoping I could talk with you," Miriam replies.
"So...why have you just been sitting here without calling me over?"
"I wasn't sure if you were mad at me."
"Ah, I see," I hum. "So this is about what happened a couple of days ago? I had a feeling. What did you want to say?"
"I'm sorry about leaving you behind," she apologizes.
"Can I ask why you did it?"
"I think I drank more than I should've. I was pretty tipsy, I can't really remember much after a certain point in the night. Kane had suggested we step away from the party for a bit so we'd stop drinking. He took me on his motorcycle, which definitely wasn't the smartest decision since he, himself, was a bit drunk. But it's whatever; nothing we can do about it now." She shakes her head suddenly. "I'm getting distracted, sorry. Um, after our joyride, he took me home. I wasn't in my right mind so I totally forgot about you."
I nod my head slowly as I process the explanation. "So you got drunk, went driving with another drunk person, then went home? Miriam, you realize how reckless that was, right? What would've happened if you guys got in an accident?"
"I know but that's not important. I want you to know that I'm not trying to make excuses for what I did. I shouldn't have left you at Tranquility's and I'm sorry for that," Miriam says solemnly.
"I mean, I guess it's okay now since nothing happened," I shrug. "But, I didn't really appreciate it. There were so many people there that are dangerous to be around in general, even more so when I'm drunk. I don't know what would've happened if I didn't have- suh-someone looking out for me."
Miriam frowns and bows her head, resembling a scolded child. "I completely understand where you're coming from. I know it might not mean much but I promise if we ever find ourselves in that kind of situation again, I won't abandon you."
"I'll hold you to it." From my peripheral vision, I notice Dan stepping out of his office and quickly tap Miriam on her wrist. "You should probably get back to the kitchen. Otherwise you'll have to have Dan remind you to."
"Ugh, I don't wanna deal with that. Isn't it just the worst when he does it while you're on your way back to your station? Like yes, you ass, I'm going."
I snicker and tilt my head at her. "I didn't know this was such a big pet peeve of yours."
"The absolute worst," she shakes her head.
I watch her as she sneaks back to the kitchen, holding up a hand to shield her face. Luckily she gets by without being noticed by our manager.
I pivot on my heel to survey the bar and can't help but physically recoil in surprise when I spot Jungkook sitting at the end of the bar. He's hunched over it with his arms folded and resting on the bar's surface, raising his eyebrows playfully at me with a grin, tongue pressing into the corner of his mouth. The man that used to be sitting on that stool is nowhere to be seen.

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Fanfiction❝ 'Are you decent?' 'Not morally. But I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking' ➽───────────────❥ 'We ride motorcycles for a living, sell guns, have been caught up in drug deals, kill people, support the pornography business and constantly ha...