Clearing The Mind

Chapter 12: Video Games.

You know, one thing Yulia hated, no, despised about Damien was his attitude and his tendency to be an ass when he gets drunk. As a bartender, true, he should've done better with how much alcohol he himself could consume. But hey, that'll probably be against a stereotype against bartenders. 

3 weeks before the wedding. 

Yulia was awake and woke. It was 4 am on a Wednesday morning. 

Beside her was a knocked-out Damien Flint.

Why was he knocked out so fast and her still awake?

A. He was drunk?

B. He was drunk and said something stupid?

C. He was faking being drunk to sleep early with no sex, per what they would usually do like jack-rabbits almost every night?

D. He shagged another girl and didn't want to say anything about it and so he slept early after work?

If your answer was B and you're single right now, you've probably seen things like this happen to your friends a bit too many times. 

Yulia was still awake because she was unable to fall into slumber. Damien did say something whilst he was drunk. And heck, it wasn't anything of the graceful, brilliant kind that he would often do.

What else could he hath done for her to be anxiously awake till now?

He had to mention it right before he fell stone flat.

'Accidentally'? Surely so, she guesses. 

Seriously, how would your other partner feel if you suddenly ask him/her whether they'd remembered the time when you cheated on them? 

Now make this better, in that they'd never even heard of this incident happening and trusted that you were a good partner for them for so long. 

'Who the hell was Daphne Fletcher? 
Wait a minute. The girl who was dating-'

She drove back into the thought train while closing her eyes, trying to fall asleep.
They would try to talk about this the next day. 

She wasn't mad. Why wasn't she? She didn't know. 

Was it because she didn't realize? Was it because she might've been too naive in realizing?

She closed her eyes once more. The demons inside of her fight in order to take control of possessing her. 

Opens her eyes once again, and she sees herself with sunlight shining down on her face. 
She felt something on her stomach, something with an edge with heat on her belly.

Moved her head to see Damien looking at her charmingly.

"Good morning, my dear?"

His voice was as confident as ever. 

As if he didn't know what happened last night.

Welp, she wasn't going to let him run with that predicament.

"Damien, who's Daphne Fletcher?"

His voice when replying didn't falter one bit as he swiftly replied.

"What are you asking about? We both know that that was the girl Julian's dating right now, right?"

"So you do know her?"

"Know her? I thought you've seen her a few times and even talked to her before while we were at that reunion dinner for your friends?"

"Yeah. So mind telling me what you meant when you said she was still tighter than any girl you've ever met?" Her hands were on her hips, those kinds of your mama-knew-you-in-trouble of a kind. "So lemme guess, obviously you meant sexually, as well."