Daggers of love

chapter 28

More time had passed since dath-elvis and I'm happy to say I was not completely drunk. While I lay on the ground thinking of his old songs, everyone else did what they do best...Their own thing. Saya was still brooding over her lost katana, Viktor was looking at... stuff, I don't know ok my vision was blurry and my head was spiny. Chico and Marcus where fighting with these big stick things with foam on each end, I'm honestly not sure what their called. Petra was making a dangerous concoction of sugar and that hippy kid was doing... honestly, I don't care enough to even know. He's for sure gonna be killed off.

A big bang broke me out of my narration, Marcus had knocked the helmet thing off chicos head. wait, are they wearing armour?

"You're waking the wolf, Arguello." Chico said threateningly, pointing a heavily gloved hand towards Marcus who responds with an Oooo.

"Oh no," I add, "not the wolf" words slurring slightly, body still placed on the cold floor.

"I'm gonna jack you up" chico commented, towards Marcus of course. I listen as chico struck again, bashing hard and eventually winning their little sparing match by ploughing the thing into Marcus's stomach. The force causing Marcus to push into Viktor, who complained with a simple hey before Marcus launched himself at chico, starting another match.

Bored with myself at this stage I decide, fuck it I'm gonna do something else. So, like any normal tipsy person would do, I waddled myself over to Petra.

"I get the pop rocks," I hear the hippy kid begin, "and I get the mountain dew, but what's the cheese for?"

"Oh my god I want cheese." I whisper yell once I actually reach them. they both just looked at me as I land myself at their table thing.

"Blowing your mind." Petra answered before picking up some of her cooking with a food, followed by feeding it to that kid. After a second or two the kid had a euphoric look on his face, was he Cumming?

"Oh, it's like riding a cheese dragon through a forest of delicious sweets."

"descriptive" I comment, nodding my head while looking off into space. Petra ended up giving him the whole bowl to enjoy, greedy little bitch. I get back up from the table thing, not happy I didn't get any but also because I wanted to dance to the song playing in my head.

"You ain't nothing but a hound dog" I quietly sing to myself as I dance walk around the room. One-foot Infront of the other before a slight swing of the hips and arms, then the other foot, followed by the same thing. this pattern soon included occasional sips from a second bottle of vodka I had found, helping loosen me up even more. I was having a ball in my head, well that was before I was rudely interrupted by Saya and Marcus's private conversation.

"Things always work out" I hear Marcus say, I snort at this, surprisingly not drawing any attention. I was content with this but Saya decided to be a smart ass and list things off.

"Vietnam, cancer kids, sonny and Cher, and weren't you homeless?"

"Hey!" I drunkenly yell while pointing at Saya, "sonny and Cher are still together in my heart!"

"Dido!" I hear someone in the room yell, idk who but meh. I turn to Marcus, my drunken tone now turned into a snarkier one.

"she's right though, you were homeless."

"Yeah, it's just something my dad used to say." Marcus responded looking down at something in his hand.

"Aww," I state, "your dead dad" I whisper to myself, turning away from the both of them.

"it's not 100%, I guess" Marcus adds, did her hear me? "Its probably closer to 10" Saya got frustrated at this, walking away from Marcus towards me.

"y/n, Lin took your daggers, right?"