The perfect match

3

"Hey," you greet Scarlett somewhat awkwardly as you climb into the passenger seat of her car, reaching for the seatbelt and buckling yourself up. It was just after seven in the morning, and after a restless night of tossing and turning accompanied by the amount of alcohol you'd once again consumed, it was safe to say you were exhausted.

Scarlett nods as she puts the car into drive, "Hi Y/n. Sorry again for this being so early." She apologises, and you wave her off silently as you lean back in your seat and bring your attention to outside of the window.

"It's okay. I've been awake for hours anyway." You laugh slightly, and you see her nod from your peripheral vision.

God, could this get any more awkward?

"So..." you awkwardly clear your throat, "what's happening today?"

Scarlett smiles slightly as she eases the car to a stop at a red light, seeming thankful that you'd been the one to start the conversation. "We uhh, we're going to have to release a statement explaining what happened. Not the marriage part obviously, because they don't know about that and there's no reason for them to know."

You frown slightly as you turn to face her, "Can't you just let them think what they want? I mean, I know I was anxious about it all yesterday, but now that I've thought about it I don't really see the need in telling the world we slept together. Because that's all it was, right? We met, got drunk and slept together. That's it. Why'd we have to explain ourselves?"

Scarlett swallows heavily as her cheeks flush a light shade of red, "Thats what I told my publicist..." she admits as she glances your way briefly, "but she said we still have to release a statement. It'll stop the news sights from speculating and people bringing it up in interviews."

"Okay," you nod your head in understanding, "but why do I have to be there? Surely I don't matter in this whole equation."

"I don't know," Scarlett shrugs as she pulls up outside of a large building and turns off the car, "she wants you there. That's all I know." She reaches to unbuckle her seatbelt and grab her purse from where it had been placed at your feet. You get a whiff of her perfume as she sits back in her seat and puts away her phone and keys, and it was then that everything seems to hit you at once.

*

You'd been in this bar for several hours now, and you'd lost count of how many drinks you'd consumed. Things were blurry, and your body felt it was floating on water. You were scrolling aimlessly through your phone with the tip of your straw between your lips when you feel someone sit next to you. You glance sideways, and see a petite blonde with short, blonde hair gesturing to the bartender for two drinks.

Your eyes instinctively take her in, down from her heels all the way up to the black, skin tight dress that seemed to fit her like a second skin. Pupils dial in on her cleavage in particular, and you were too drunk to realise that this person was watching you every move.

"Enjoying yourself?" They speak, and you rip your eyes up to her face. And wow. She had a beautiful face.

You nod as you send her an crooked smile, "I was," you tell her boldly, "but your face is just as nice to look at so I don't mind." You shrug, leaning forward to take a sip of your cocktail.

A single eyebrow was raised, "Smooth. I like it. What's your name?" It was then that the bartender sets two shots down in front of her, and she downs them without hesitation, her face scrunching up in slight distaste.

"Y/n," you tell her, finishing your drink and gesturing to the bartender for another one. "What's yours?"

She hesitates.

"Is it a secret?" You lean forward slightly and lower her voice, "I won't tell anyone. Promise."

Here eyes seem to briefly flicker down to your lips, but you blame that on the alcohol because there was no way someone as beautiful as her would ever think about kissing you. At your words however, she chuckles slightly, and the raspiness of it makes you internally shudder.

"I'm Scarlett."

Your eyes light up, and the regret on her face was instant. "Oh! I know you. You played the spider!" You smile childishly. "I like that movie. Would you like drink?"

Scarlett seems baffled at the sudden change of subject, but nods her head anyway as she once again allows herself to relax, "Sure, thanks."

You gesture for another drink, and whilst the bartender complies, you could see the concern on his face at just how much alcohol you'd consumed in just a short time.

You shake your head as you gesture to Scarlett, "This one's for my friend! Don't worry!" You knew your slurred speech wasn't helping your case, but it wasn't like you could make it go away.

He nods, but doesn't seem convinced. To make a point, you slide the drink he'd set in front of you over to Scarlett, "for her." You tell him again, and he nods with a small smile.

"So..." Scarlett starts as she takes a sip of her drink, "tell me about yourself y/n."

And tell her about yourself you do. You ramble on for what seems like forever. Your drunk mind tells her literally everything about yourself, but you weren't too worried about her remembering details because by now, she was as drunk as you were. By the time you were done, both of you were being ushered out into the pitch black night by the bartender who's name you'd learned was Arron. He sends you off with a warning to be careful, and you wave happily, promising to do just that as he closes the door and disappears from sight.

"I am...hungry." You loudly exclaim as you stumble down the sidewalk, Scarlett clinging to your waist both supporting herself and keeping you upright.

She nods into your shoulder, "Me too. We should get food. I kind of want pizza."

"Good idea! Let's go get pizza." You sigh happily as you take in a deep breath of her perfume. She smells so good.

*

"Y/n?" Somebody shakes your arm, and you startle slightly as you turn your head to face them. Scarlett. Right, yes. We're releasing a statement to tell the world we slept together. "You okay?" She asks, opening the car door and stepping outside.

You force a smile onto your face as you nod and unbuckle your seatbelt so you could climb out of the car too, closing the door behind with and a deep sigh. "I'm okay," you reassure, "Let's go get this over with."

You fail to notice the way her smile fades at your words, too caught up in the memory that had just washed over you. Now you knew how this whole thing had started, you were desperate to figure out the rest; to figure out how meeting her in a bar had turned into putting a ring on her finger.

**

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