"Aren't you going to thank me? I just saved your ass back there."
She questioned in a 'matter of a fact' tone as she glance down at the small boy besides her feet.
"I don't have to thank you."
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⚠️Implies Sexual acts, nonconsensual⚠️
The sound of hoofs against the ground echoed through the night. Leaving a trail of footprints behind me. I stretched my hands out, stretching out my stiff muscles. My body feeling so much better after the quick stretch. Ash's mane flew back as the wind blew against his body with my hands entangled in his mane. I noticed that the moon has rose to its fullest, hands neatly working its way through his luscious black hair.
"Looks like we're almost there Ash."
The winery became clearer and clearer as I came nearer. Warping the reins around my wrist, I jumped off my stallion and guided him to a near by fence to tie it down so he won't run away. Petting him one more time before I decided to enter the winery.
The sound of smoothing jazz played throughout the room. Clinks and the sounds of glass bottles hitting on tables. The smell of strong alcohol in the air. It was such a different setting from what I was used to.
Strolling to the bar, I pulled out the chair. Sitting down with my leg over the other. My arm on the table as I leaned my cheeks onto it. Just waiting patiently for the bartender to finish up with his pervious customer.
The bartender was dressed well, much more formal then what you'll expected from a dirty bar. Dressed in all black, in a leather jacket. He had on a pair of eye glasses. Which seemed expensive and the necklaces around his neck just proved my point furthermore. Strolling over with a smile, he walked up to me.
"What will you like ma'am?"
"What do you recommend?"
"How about tonight's special, Aunt Roberta?" He was already working on the drink before I could agree to his offer. "It seems like you want to relax after you exhausting day." He chuckled, sliding the full glass towards me. "It's a strong cocktail."
Blinking my eyes, I picked up the cup. Chugging it down without hesitation. Loving the tingling feeling in my throat, though it only seemed to scare the bartender. But he was frightened for my health moreover when I finished it with no reaction whatsoever. Stuttering and mixing up his words in astonishment. I just shrugged, pushing the empty cup back to him.
"Another one please."
He was stuck in a state of shock. Not for long after I glared at him, silently asking him to keep moving. Gulping, he shook his head squeezing down his queasiness as he moved to make another drink. Nodding at him in appreciation as he passed me my second Aunt Roberta. Quickly chugging that one down as well. And that's how the rest of my night went.
I think was on my sixth cup of Aunt Roberta when I finally felt a bit tipsy. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Now pondering on the reason why I wanted to be here. Dragging my hand down my face, I took another sip. Intoxicating myself with more alcohol. I was about to ask for another one before my eyes fell onto the clock that was nailed lopsidedly on the wall.
