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Chapter 27: "Oh The Things Liquor Can Do"

My eyes snapped open. The first thing I felt was the pain. My legs were numb and I had a hell of a hangover that would drive most people insane. Luckily for me, I've been through this torture before, and I learned how to survive. Aspirin. I slowly sat up, my head throbbing. I groaned, lightly, trying to scan my surroundings. And oh joy, guess where I was?

The fucking apartment.

I shuffled around, almost falling because of how numb my legs where. I stumbled out the door, walking around Crane Town for a while before heading to the Clinic, hoping I'd stumble across a doctor or something.

I walked through the door, scanning the room. No people. I groaned, moving my body in one swift motion to the crates. I popped one open, shuffling around for Aspirin. I grabbed a bottle from the bottom, popping two in my mouth, setting it back down. My jaw clenched and I set down fifty PWDs, turning on my heel and leaving. Going back to the Bar for more.

Smart, aren't I? I thought, grinning.

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I sat down at the counter, tapping. The bartender turned to me, looking me over and clearing his throat. "What would you like?" He asked, his voice worn.

"Anything." I shrugged. "I like to experiment." The bartender nodded, turning back around and looking over the drinks before grabbing a bottle of scotch and setting it down in front of me. I popped it open, chugging.

If you're going to tell me to slow down on these drinks, you got another thing coming. I'm used to these things.

You could call me addicted but that's an understatement.

I felt a nudge on my arm and I shifted, glancing to my left. The man smirked. "You're not a pansy, are ya?" He chuckled softly. I scrunched my nose, shaking my head, leaning back in my chair, my black hair falling over my shoulders. "I challenge you to a drinking contest." He grinned. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, you're screwed in the hands of me." I tossed my head back, laughing. He chuckled, still sporting that damned smirk. He looked to the bartender.

"If you win, you get one hundred caps. If I win, I get satisfaction. That means you don't owe me nothin'." He said. I nodded. This should be good. I thought. "Twelve shots." He called to the bartender. Within minutes there where all the shots. This was probably going to end badly. Either that or I get my alcohol fill. Either way, I really could care less. I had already started, the alcohol firing down my throat. After my sixth shot, I received a slight buzz.

"Crap." I bubbly giggled, releasing a hiccup.

"You done?" He smirked. I shook my head firmly.

"Hell no." I grabbed two shots, downing them together. I felt a presence behind me and an arm slid twenty PWDs to my right. I glanced up and it was Riordan.

"I'm betting on her." He pointed down at me. The bartender pushed off the shelves and took the money with a smirk.

"Any more bets?" The bartender called. A few more men walked forward, most betting on my drinking partner in crime. But I could really care less about bets. I just wanted the alcohol.

"You're tougher than I thought you were." He chuckled, downing his last shot. He pushed himself up, sliding over one hundred caps. My eyes widened a bit and I looked to him. He chuckled. "I shouldn't underestimate you girls like I did." He shook his head then nodded to the money. "Enjoy that."

I smiled and turned around, looking at Riordan. "Hey." He smirked. "You alcoholic." He laughed. I raised my hands in defense.

"It's my hobby." I grabbed my flask, filling it up with the leftover alcohol from the contest. "Wonder who paid for all those.." I grumbled.

"The bets did." The bartender said, putting them in the register. "Since neither of you did." He chuckled. Riordan's jaw clenched and his eyes shut. Because he just lost money when I won. I casually slipped 50 caps into his pocket, pushing myself from my seat and turning out the door. He trailed behind and grabbed my wrist, turning me around to face him.

"So how was it?" A mischievous grin crossed his face. And I knew exactly what he was talking about. Last night.

Bastard.

I shifted my weight with a small breath of a laugh. "You're good." I shook my head, moving my hair out of my face. He grinned with pride.

"Glad I was your first." He said. This made me slightly agitated. That small little sentence burrowed into my veins and just annoyed me. And I'm not sure why. Certainly, he was one of those guys who bang and ditch. But who the hell was I to complain?

Slut.

I slapped myself mentally. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak when his friend ran up again and grabbed his wrist, pulling him. "The fu-" Riordan sputtered, jerking away. "Dude!" He growled. His friend grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him back into crane town. I slowly followed, watching. Riordan struggled as his friend tried to get him up the ramps to the apartments.

"I've been trying to talk to all fucking day, man! STOP!" Shivers went down my spine at the sound of his voice as he shoved him into an apartment, and that's when I wasn't able to watch anymore. I hadn't followed them up the ramp. I just sat on a small ledge at the bottom, leaning against the building. I heard a lot of arguing when the volume suddenly dropped, and their voices went low. Crane Town was buzzing with lots of voices already, so that made it harder to eavesdrop.

That's just the kind of person I am. An eavesdropper.

How wonderful.

The voices from the apartment where aggressive, don't get me wrong. But the only voice that sounded like it was winning, was Riordan's. But the other voice was fighting to keep up. "That girl is going to lead you to trouble." I very faintly heard his friend. And when you think about it, all of this sounds hella cliche.

"You don't know her." That was definitely Riordan.

"Neither do you." His friend spat back at him.

Ouch.

Then there was an uneven silence and just the predictable happened. I heard a slam and a yelp, then struggling and moving around. Please keep in mind that I can hear all of this over the many voices in Crane Town. And that's saying something. They crashed out of the apartment and down the ramp. Riordan slammed his friend into the ground. Or... Cement..

"Shut up!" He roared in his face. Many people turned their heads.

Especially me.

His friend struggled a lot, trying to throw him off. Riordan dug his knees into his shoulders, keeping him down. Three CDFs paced over, watching the fight. The one in the back shoved forward. "Get off him, mate." He barked. Riordan looked up as his friend relaxed and let his head rest on the ground. "Or I'll make you."

Riordan exhaled, shoving himself up, giving his friend a kick in his temple. He groaned.

Riordan shoved his hands in his pockets, brushing past them and back into the bar again. Then I looked over at his friend again.

"Bastard," I said, spitting on him, scoring on his eye. He yelped, quickly sitting up and brushing it off. "I stand corrected." I scowled. "Pansy."

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