Livid Love

"Lo Siento Mucho"

(A/n) just a warning, there's sensitive topics coming up in this chapter: Sh and suicide, I'll put a ⚠️ before and after it)

It's around 9pm when Soap suggests we should all go to the bar for something to drink, we decide to go and I watch as they walk out the door to the car, I hang back for a second and I go over to the press full of alcohol, I'm sure Mary and James won't notice one shot of tequila is gone from the bottle. I take a shot glass from the glass cupboard and pour it to the brim, I lift my head back swallowing the fruity liquid, my eyes water and I cough a little from how strong it is, the Irish really like their drinks. I wash the glass and put it back in the press as fast as I can. I pull my coat over my short black dress and I walk out the door, ready for a great night.

...

"So, could I get your number?"

"Bit early for that isn't it?"

"I don't think so hun" the man says as he edges closer to me. I start to become uncomfortable as he tries to slide an arm around my waist, I look over at the men and see Ghosts eyes flicking between Soap trying to have a conversation with him and the man trying to pull me closer to him. The man leans in and I can smell his disgusting beer breath as his hands try to touch me. Next thing I hear a chair scraping on the floor as Ghost half gets up off his seat, ready to intervene if the man goes any further. Before he can do anything else, I twist backwards and put the man in an elbow lock 

"Don't you fucking touch me you bastard" I whisper in his ear, I slap his face and throw him on the ground. I kick him as I walk by to go outside for a minute.

I sit on a bench outside the bar shivering from the chill in the air, I look up and see the stars twinkling above me with the full moon in between them.

"Want some?"

I look over to see a girl in a bright pink dress leaning against the wall holding a cigarette 

"Sure" I say, I don't smoke a lot so I will most likely embarrass myself by coughing in her face but it is what it is.

She sits down beside me and flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder, passing me the cig. I take a pull and immediately start coughing

"Whoah there gal" she has a thick Irish accent 

I finish coughing and pass it back to her. She takes a pull and says

"Why are yeh out here alone?"

"Some guy tried to touch me"

"Fuck them men, did anyone help ya?"

"Mhm" I nod

"Ooh was it a fit lad"

"Oh ya she was fit" I say copying her accent

"Ooo a she?"

"Her name was Y/n"

"She sounds fair hot, I'm Rachel by da way"

"I'm Y/n" I say smiling 

"Gway! You fucked that lad up yerself?"

"I did, I got him in an elbow hold and grew him on the ground"

"Yes gal, I love to see women standing up for demselves"

She passes me the cig again and I take another pull out of it, I cough way less this time and I start to enjoy the sensation it gives me, I almost feel like I'm floating.

"What's yer number? We should have a girls night out some day"

"It's xxx-xxxx-xxx"

"Nice, I'll talk to you soon, you can finish that" she says gesturing to the cig in my hand