The Bare Necessaties

Chapter Fifteen: ˚✧⋆｡˚A Toast!˚✧⋆｡˚

       "Oh look- A bar! You guys wanna stop for the night and get some drinks?" Atticus pointed to a cabin-like building. In bright letters, in a sign on top of the building, it read; 'Bar! All Welcome!' As we got closer, I can make out more words. 'Stay the night and free drinks on us!' I smiled wide and turned to the group. "Whoever drinks the least pays!" I ran inside and gazed at everything in amazement.

       "look at this place! " I looked behind me to see that everyone was looking at different things, it seems that we were all fascinated by this place. I ran over to order everyone shots. "Come on guys, let's get started!" Everyone put the items that they were holding down and ran over, taking different seats and grabbing a shot. "Wait before we start," Azrael held up his shot and looked around, "Let's make a toast! To Artemis! For bringing us all here in one piece and for bringing me out the dark."

       One by one, everyone went around, adding things to the toast. "To Atticus! For capturing me. If it wasnt for that....I would never have met you all!" We laughed at Kamaria, her toast being odd yet sweet. "To Winona! For seeing the beauty in any shiny object she can find. Because even when it was dull, she made the most of it." Cosette looked at Winona and smiled. "To Alaina! For caring for all of us as if we were her kids and never leaving anyone behind." Winona pat Alaina on her back, and the clinked their glasses together. "To Kamaria! For putting up with Cosette when no one else would." Alaina laughed when she looked at Kamaria's face, only to find her unamused. "To Everyone! For coming all this way. To Cossette! For saving my life, if you weren't there I would have been dead."

       Cosette put her hands up and waved them up and down, mouthing the words 'thank you.' "And to you Azrael...." At the sound of his name, Azrael looked up and stared at me as I stared back, "For never giving up on me even at my lowest points. Even when i slapped you. Thank you!" Everyone cheered and put their glasses together, all of them collectibely making a clink sound. Then, we all downed the liquor.

       Shot one. Who knows how many more to go.

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       A couple shots in and suddenly, the door to the bar swung open. Still sober everyone turned their heads to see who bursted through the doors. There was a group of guys and they were all laughing and talking to eachother. I looked at my friends and they all perked up, fixing their hair and adjusting small things on their outfit. I looked towards Azrael as he slowly walked towards and put his arm around my shoulders.

       I turned my head slightly to talk to him. "Do you know who these guys are?" I can smell the alchohol on him and in his breath as he spoke. "No, but it seems your friends do."

       Looking at them stare at the group of guys, they sure did seem to know. It seemed to be the same guys they talked about before. If they were mesmorized then, I wonder drunk them would be now. "Alright. Lets get another round going." Seeming to break out whatever trance they were in, they nodded and grabbed the shot glass. Azrael quickly took his arm off of my shoulder and grabbed his glass before anyone noticed.

       "Ugh, that was good but I don't think I can do another one." We looked at Kamaria and gave her a childish smile. "You pay!" She sighed and took money out of her bag. "Wait wait wait. You might need more than that, we are still going. Right guys?" I looked around and they were gone. Kamaria looked at me, eyebrows raised and mouth flat. "Are you kidding me..." I sighed long and hard. "Just go. I'll pay. I want to drink more." 

       Not taking a second, Kamaria was gone, joining the others to talk to the group of guys. Who were they anyways? They haven't even thought about introducing me? "Can I get an Aunt Roberta? I need something strong." "Woah woah...You dont think that's a little too strong? Its all alchohol." I looked to see that Azrael was still next to me. He was leaning his arm on the table head in his hand.