The Light Within Her - Book Nine

Ch. 4- High On Life

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." –Oscar Wilde

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A few days later, I was standing on top at one of the tables in my favorite pub, Voltaire's. It was the kind of place that makes you feel safe even when you aren't entirely sober. I was the only one here getting drunk since the others weren't up to dancing all night with me, which was fine with me. Getting drunk by myself was fun enough from the ones I can remember, that is. I was wearing a black and white sparkly dress that barely covered my backside, while my hair was curled at the bottom. I only wore lipgloss and a smokey eye because I knew if I put any more on, it would smear at the end of the night.

The music was loud enough to keep me dancing on top of the table and people all around were clapping for me to keep going. From the corner of my eye, I saw two men staring right at me at the table in the corner. I smiled instantly because I recognized them from the night before. I jumped off the table and sped my way towards them, drinking more of my wine in the process. "Amias! Luc!" I said half dazed from my drink. "I didn't know you guys were here!"

"Soari," Amias said calmly. He was smirking and I had a hard time concentrating on anything else. "I didn't know you got so drunk."

I leaned closer to him, not caring if I was showing my ass to the rest of the pub. "Shhh!" I tried to whisper. "Don't let my family know! Amias you can't tell them, you just can't!" Luc laughed from beside him. "Luc! When did you show up?"

"You are so drunk, Soari." he laughed even more.

"Am not!"

"Then why are you screaming when I am right here?" He raised an eyebrow.

Amias straightened, gazing at me like I was his entire world. "I think we should walk you home." He leaned closer to me and I swore he moved a strand of hair away from my face. "Otherwise, I might get murdered by your Father for not protecting you enough."

I shook my head, laughing. "You know better than to think my Father would ever do that, Amias." I sighed, sliding in the booth next to Luc and setting my head down. Tears started to spill out of my eyes at full speed. "Do you know how hard it is to live in France, Amias?" I continued, not caring that I was drunk enough to be seeing stars. "There's no fucking burgers here! I want burgers but there's no goddamn place anywhere here that sells them!"

Luc smirked. "You're crying because you want a cheeseburger?"

"Yes!" I sobbed.

"Let us walk you home and we will make you one." Amias confessed.

My eyes widened. "You can make them?"

"Of course."

I pointed at him, brightening. "You are now my favorite person, Amias Guinevere!" I stood up now, getting everyone's attention at the pub. "Guys! Amias is now my favorite person! He can make me a cheeseburger!" Everyone clapped for me again and I sat back down, my cheeks reddening from the alcohol in my system. "Take me home, you two. I'm getting more hungry by the second." They did as they were told, guiding me to the exit of the pub. The brothers were behind as I led the way home, staying silent halfway there. I groaned, taking my heels off and throwing them to the side. "Why do they have to make shoes so painful? I'd rather be barefoot."

My eyes were about to close but I forced myself to keep them open, letting out a little burp. I didn't care if they heard, not at all. Within seconds, I turned around and placed my hands on both of their chests, giddy with drunkenness. "Wait a minute. I need to do something important!" I opened my purse and grabbed my cell phone, turning it on to the full brightness. Instantly, Luc took it away from me and placed it in his pocket. "Hey! I need that."