Ethereal Pleasure | Venable vs Winters

Chapter 34 | Thru These Tears

It's been days since your break up with Lana. No calls, no texts, no sign from her since then. You spent most of your days at your cousin's house, laying around and waiting for the time wherein your tastebuds search for the buzz of alcohol. But you only go out and pull yourself up once in a while just to get wasted somewhere.

You're avoiding going out in the day so it will be vague to perceive your surroundings at night. It's perfect as you don't want to remember your happy memories with her. It only makes you miserable, it's killing you all over and over again.

You thought that you'll be the one who will be hurting Lana but in the end, you're the one who ends up with a broken heart. Well, it's alright for you as you rather be the one who is hurting instead of her. 

The important part is you keep your promise to keep and make her happy. That's the important part as you thought, her happiness, even if maintaining her joy means you out of her life. Even if her happiness means you letting her go and letting her achieve her dreams, then let it be.

So right now, you're at the nightclub and already intoxicated as you are dazed when you tried to balance yourself at the stool you're sitting at. "Another whiskey on the rocks." Vince pushes your drink in your front while he wipes down the counter. "This is your fifth of these, don't you want to head home?" He worriedly asks and taps your shoulder when you're facing your head down, not caring to face him.

You're not in the mood to argue or talk with anyone, you just want to be alone with your thoughts at the moment. "Fuck off. I'll go home whenever I want to." Giving him an attitude while your hand picks up your glass and drag it to your lips to take a sip. He understands your grief so he just steps away to serve other customers.

Once you're done with your drink for a short while, you raise the empty dish and shake it "One more, Vince." Calling out for your cousin with your hoarse voice caused by the rough alcohol that is sliding down your throat. When the glass' bottom touches the countertop, you saw Dot at the end of the pub. You didn't bother to smile unlike what you were used to doing before hence you glued your eyes back to the counter to get lost with your imaginations.

There are many people in the club tonight since it's Saturday evening. The place is filled with the deafening noise of music and people chattering around. Just like every other day, you decided to drown yourself in alcohol to make you feel numb and forget about the pain you're in. "No, I'm not going to give you another one." Your cousin grabs your empty glass and slides away.

You're about to spring up and open your mouth to shout and make a scene but suddenly, someone sits next to you. A lady in a cheetah print coat sits beside you in the pub. Your eyes dash to your right but your head isn't facing the direction. "Two whiskeys on the rocks." Her smokey voice draws your attention and it made your head turn to that lady. 

She's already looking at you. She has short-length frizzy blonde hair and her eye make-up is dark and quite smeared. Her lips are holding a stick of cigar in between, ready to be light up. "Here you go, miss. I'm sorry but you're not allowed to smoke inside." Vince serves her drinks with a polite smile on his thin lips and then leaves immediately as people are ordering their booze.

You just hold gazes with the woman next to you, not knowing what you should do as if there's an invisible rope tied around your body whilst her hand slides one glass closer to you and it cause your (e/c) orbs to fall down to observe her action. "Here." She's giving her one of her drinks. Her smile is baffling, it's playful yet mysterious. 

You don't want to take drinks from strangers but you just want to be wasted until you pass out so you grab the glass and take a drink. "Thanks." Was the only word that comes out of your mouth before you turn your head to the front and get lost in your mind once again.