Stuck with insanity

Part 17 - Regrets.

Emilia slowly picked up the condensating beer bottle, examining it closely. I soon followed but chugged it down, leaving about half of it left. The cool liquid washing away the stickiness of my parched throat, and the pain in my stomach.

"So... Niki... Any regrets?" Emilia suddenly blurted out from nowhere. Like that was a question.

"Any regrets? What kind of question is that? Of course I do." I replied in a 'know it all' kind of voice.

"Then tell me one." Emilia scoffed slightly, drinking some of her cool beer.

"Hmmm... Probably dragging my brother and sister here." I mumbled but loud enough for Emilia to hear.

"Oh... What happened to them?"

"They're... Dead" I choked up and chugged down my beer, signalling for a new one. Emilia shook her head but to no prevail, a new one got placed in front of me.

"So... The blood i-"

"Yes. Their blood." A tear rolled down my cheek and splashed on to the dark wood table that housed our beers.

"Oh... Any other regrets?" Emilia asked slightly worried for the answer.

"Well... Probably that I killed like 30 guys for Vaas's game." And with that, Emilia choked on her beer.

"Wh-what?!? Are you fucking crazy?!?" Emilia said in alarm and sat away from me, making the wooden chair creek under the pressure.

"What? Me?! Have you seen Vaas?" I replied quickly and nearly knocked over our beers.

"Yes, and you've seen Vaas too. With that particular look that signals 'he's cute'" Emilia commented cheekily in hopes of dropping our earlier conversation.

"Wh- I don't look at him like that!" I protested angrily and Emilia shook her head.

"I'm not going to lie, he is cute. But he's more your type." Emilia pointed to me with her middle finger as her hand was wrapped around the beer, gripping it tightly.

"Okay... I'm not going to lie either. Vaas is, so fucking cute. Like, pffffffffff, I'd date him. And don't judge me!" I said with a slight glare and drank some more beer. Emilia slammed down on the table with her free hand, causing the table to creek slightly, and nearly spilling my beer in the process.

"I knew it!!" Emilia announced happily and looked around.

"Between you and me, Niki. I think you have a chance with him. You don't seem to be afraid to stand up to him, and I mean, he did buy you... That has to mean something." She did have a point actually, and hey. This is just a discussion.

"Now, back on to regrets. One of my other regrets is... Probably when we went skiing and I pushed you over, breaking your leg and shoulder in two places." I laugh slightly and Emilia scolds me, stopping suddenly. She sat back and the chair creaked once more, her line of sight fixated next to me.

"Holla!" The familiar, thick Spanish accent called out as the chair beside me creaked under his weight. Normally I'd lean away but right now I was drinking beer and couldn't give a shit.

"How are you tonight?" Vaas smiled at us.

"I'm fine." Emilia said quickly.

"I'm fine and fucking dandy! Y'know? Getting kneed in the stomach, drinking beer, and telling my friend my regrets! How good can it get?" I said cheerfully and confidently, earning a glare from Vaas.

"I didn't ask for your fucking life story, chica. I only asked how you fucking were. And that was so fucking rude." Vaas said seriously but, straight after, he smiled and clapped his hands together.

"Do any of you, know Mclovin?" Me and Emilia looked at each other.

"Yes... Why?" I asked diverting my gaze to Vaas.

"Well, I have his camera man AND him!" Vaas announced happily and earned a gasp from me and Emilia. He has Christopher Mintz Plasse?!?

"Is he dead?!?" I asked, full of alarm.

"No, no, no. He's not dead. But come with me, I'll show you them!" Vaas stood up and waited for us. As I stood up, it became clear to me. He had a little drink in him. I signalled for Emilia and she stood up hesitantly.

Vaas began down the path, clouds of dust gathering after his heels. We followed close behind, hoping it wasn't true.