Sin For Me

Chapter 6

I never really liked alcohol all that much.

I especially hated the taste. It was so bitter, enough to make you pull a less-than-picture-worthy face.

Those qualities accompanied with the burning feeling that scratched at my throat whenever the liquor went down was just a really bad combination.

I suppose my bad view on alcohol came from seeing how it affected my mom. She would sit at the kitchen table in the early hours of the morning with a table full of overdue bills, with a glass full of red wine and a face full of tears.

Maybe it wasn't the alcohol.
It was probably the stress of poverty. Poor woman...

Get it?
I'm sorry.
I love my mom, honest.
Anyway.

What I could get behind was wine tasting with a pretty charcuterie board. Champagne was relatively expensive but it was better than cheap ciders and wine from a box.

Still, not exactly the best when it comes to what I want in my mouth.

The feeling of being drunk was kind of scary too. Having no control over your body or what you do was freaky.

So, Avery, why get drunk?
Why go out of your way to get shit faced if you already have so many complaints and the alcohol hasn't even touched your lips yet?

You see, alcohol is a numbing agent.
It detaches you from your surroundings, thoughts and feelings.
If there was anything that I could get behind, it was that.
Even if that meant sacrificing not being able to walk in a straight line or form a proper sentence.

I sat myself down at the bar, ordering a shot and trying not to pick at my nails, an awful habit of mine. Not very lady like.
Sadly, I only managed to get two shots down before my phone started buzzing.

BZZT, BZZT, BZZT!

The sound was relentless and quite frankly, annoying.
I put down the shot glass, irritation painted heavily across my face as I ignored the call.

"Isn't that your boyfriend calling?" Natalie asked, taking a seat next to me.
"Why would it be?" I asked.
"Earlier, you literally said your boyfriend was gonna pick you up for date night." Natalie seemed confused by my lack of enthusiasm.

Only, my lack of enthusiasm was due to me completely forgetting that I had plans with Luca.

"Shit! You're right!" I felt my heart rate increase as I fished my phone out of my pocket.
Luca's contact name flashed harshly across the screen.

L💍 is calling...
Answer or Decline

I answered hurriedly.
"Hey, babe, Are you here?" I tried not to stumble over my words. Not because I was drunk, but because I felt a sudden guilt for forgetting about him and our date.
"Hey Avy baby." I could hear him smiling through the phone.

I hated when he called me Avy.
He knew that. I ignored it.

"I'm parked close to the entrance, You can come outside." Luca continued.
"Sure, I just need to get my bag. I'll probably ask somebody to help me carry it, it's really heavy."
As I spoke I looked over at Nathan, trying to decide if he looked strong enough to help me carry my bag.
He had big biceps, I'm sure he could handle it.

Plus, it would probably make Luca jealous to see me with another man.

"Why would you need help to carry a hand bag, how much could you possibly fit in there?" Luca asked while laughing, unbeknownst of what was about to occur.
"It's my duffel bag babe. I'm sleeping over, Remember?" I said, getting off of my seat and dusting myself off.