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Continuing On As A Briar. (03)

Camilla would softly smile, taking her glass and then looking at Yor. Yor's presence was completely wandering off.

Yor was looking around as if she was searching for something. "Yor, are you really going to leave me hanging here? Drink with me will you?" Camilla said, sounding like an angry sister, scolding her youngest sister.

"Of course not Camilla.." Yor replied, looking back at her and then at the bartender, who's eyes seemed to not leave her, every time her eyes would glance over to him.

She sighed softly, grabbing her glass and quickly chugging it down before resting her head back down onto the table.

"So, Yor What happened? Why do you seem so different? I got angry at you 2 days ago and you didn't even look at me." Camilla questioned her. She did seem different, usually Yor always had that stupid-looking smile even if things were not the greatest.

"Oh, well it is simple. Married couples.. s-simply just don't always work out.." Yor stiffly replied, looking down at the table and then feeling her eyes slightly water. However, She decided to hold back those tears.

She shouldn't be so upset over a Man, A man who was just a spy on a mission. That's what she would tell herself. But she knew she could not control her emotions whatsoever.

"You think I believe that? Why is that? You two seemed to be happy, what about your daughter? Who has her?" Camilla questioned her again, she needed answers, she hated seeing Yor like this.

Yor was never rude to her and part of Camilla felt guilty for all the bullying and harm she had ever done to her. In the end Yor was just a women, a women who had feelings just like Camila herself. No women wants to break up with someone they loved, especially a married women.

"But even happy couples turn out to be f-fake. Anya?.. I'm sure she's fine.. He took custody of her." Yor said standing up straight on her chair and glancing down at the empty glass that she had drunken out of.

"Please, I'd like some more Vodka or maybe even a little bit of Wine..?" Yor softly said, earning a stare from Camilla.

It wasn't a rude stare, it was an "I Pity You" kind of stare. The bartender nodded, grabbing her another glass and refilling it but with Wine this time.

He had been listening to their conversation, which he knew he shouldn't have but how could he not? The woman who was sitting there right in front of him, was no one else but his Fake, Ex-Wife.

And she was talking about him, about Loid, about Twilight.   "Here you go." The bartender in disguise would say politely, placing down the glass of wine in front of Yor.

It did hurt him seeing Yor in this way, to see her cry, to see her speak in such way, to see her at a bar. "T-thank you." Yor responded before grabbing the glass of wine and chugging it down again.

"At this point, you could just give her the whole bottle of wine, Rian." Camilla said, rolling her eyes and then seeing how awful Yor truly seemed.

She didn't even need to speak to her, Camilla could just tell by looking at her Face.  "So, that's all that happened then, huh? How do you feel about that Yor? Don't play pretend.. Tell me the truth."

Camilla questioned again, wanting to know the truth, she knew Yor needed someone to talk to. To tell her everything will be fine, to listen to her.

"You want to know the truth?" Yor brushed her dark hair off to the side by sighing heavily, she didn't know what she could come up with, she didn't feel comfortable sharing what she was truly feeling.

And besides, this was all fake in the first place. It was meant to be all lies.

The bartender raised his brow, looking at the helpless woman. He quickly grabbed the bottle of wine, placing it down on the table.

"As you requested earlier, Ms. Camilla." The bartender said smiling a little before stealing a glance over at Yor and then pretending to be making other drinks for other people sitting near but not exactly as close to Yor and Camilla.

"Drink up, Yor." Camilla would say smiling a little, taking a large sip of her own drink as well. Camila was not drinking as much as Yor of course, she had to keep herself sober.

Without a warning, Yor began to drink out of the bottle using both of her hands, she drank and drank until she left half of the bottle full.

"O-oh my, Yor!" Camilla would say sounding surprised but also not too surprised.

Camilla glanced over at the bartender, noticing that his face did not look so pleased at the fact that Yor was not watching her drinks very well.

After all, he knew how bad the lady would get whenever she drank so much.

Camilla slightly bit her lip, looking at Yor and then at the bartender, noticing tension from both but mostly from the bartender.

"So... are you going to tell me the truth or not?.." Camilla asked sighing, resting her chin in the palm of her hands.

At this point Yor was indeed tipsy, like really tipsy, her voice would often go from loud to quiet, her words were more like mumbles, she wasn't even speaking right.

"H-heh!.. Well the truth was that.. R-roid didn't love me like I thought he did..!~ W-we were a fake family... yeah.. just a fake family..  But it's fine with me, I do not care!"

Yor's words were everywhere as if they we're just spilling out of her mouth randomly, The bartender was listening, his back was now facing against Yor and Camilla.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, hearing how Yor felt, he would start to feel guilty again. But even more guilty because of how he was spying on her.

Why are you doing this Twilight, stalking Yor? What do you gain from doing this to her?

Twilight thought inside his head, opening his eyes, still overhearing them speak to one another.

"I-I.. never thought that it would hurt so much to lose him and Anya.. Maybe I was too stupid. I should have not said yes to him in the first place!" Yor softly said while tears formed underneath her eyes again. She was clearly heartbroken Camilla thought.

"O-okay Yor.. now here's we're we settle down a little.. I'm truly sorry that, that jerk did that to you. He divorced you and took away your child?.. Who does that?.." Camilla said, crossing her arms before gently leaning in closely, to give Yor a small quick embrace.

"Oh, but Camilla.. h-he had the right to do so.. Beside.. he at least lets me visit her! However, I still miss Anya very much." Yor spoke more while her eyes were soon starting to shut down, she could not go home all drunk like this?

What would Yuri say? What would Loid say about this if they had still been living together?