The Serpent Queen

Different but Same | Part Three

Not too far away from the fire, Phoebe saw Miguel crack open another beer and Aisha standing next to him.

"I've tried to talk some sense into him, but he won't listen to me." Aisha said in her ear, lowly.

"Another one, Miguel? You sure you're okay? Maybe you should slow down." Phoebe advised. She hadn't been keeping track of what he had been drinking, but every so often during the night, she did see him with more beer in his hand.

"Yeah, I'm good. Never been better." He began to walk away to the nearby cooler, but stumbled a little, clearly a little drunk. Just like Phoebe was. "Thanks."

Phoebe sighed carefully walking over to it, slamming her foot down in the lid of the cooler before Miguel even had the chance to open it. "I need you to listen to me."

"Ugh. Fine. What?"

"I know you're annoyed about Sam, but you can't keep drinking your sorrows away, go have some fun. Relationships are built on trust, communication and loyalty. If you don't trust Sam to be loyal to you, that's your problem. You two need to talk your shit out and communicate, so I suggest you sober up."

"I've been trying all day, Phoebe! I've had nothing but radio silence from her." He exclaimed, walking away from her.

"Where you going?" She asked.

"I'm gonna see if I'll get better signal down there."

"Miguel! Come back!" When he didn't answer, she turned back to Aisha, "I hope I haven't made it worse. I'm sure Sam is fine. His head isn't doing anything for him, neither is the alcohol."

Aisha nodded her head in agreement to that, "I'll follow him. Keep an eye on him."

"Okay, thank you. I'm going to go look for Bert."

Moon appeared from nowhere next to them, "I'll help."

"No, you don't have to." Phoebe said.

"Who else is going to make sure you don't fall flat on your face? Sand is not easy to walk on."

"That's your fault!"

"Don't blame me for my great beer pong skills." The spiritual girl chuckled. She turned to Aisha, "I want to apologise to you for my part in what my friends and I did to you. The name calling, laughing, social media posts. I'm sorry for all of it. Could you find it in your heart to forgive me, Aisha?"

"Why should I?"

"You have absolutely no reason to and I understand if you don't. I want to give you an olive branch from me as a peace gesture of goodwill. I think you're pretty awesome and really pretty."

"Thank you. But, I'll need to think about it, Moon."

"I'll take it."

"I'm going after Miguel." The female Cobra with the glasses walked away.

Now alone with Phoebe, Moon asked looking around the party, "What does Bert look like?"

"Small short blond haired boy with glasses."

"Right..." She looped her arm through Phoebe's. "Let's find him."

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Nearby, Demetri nursed a beer and looked around him, awkwardly. He had seen his best friend and cousin making out by the fire and then Phoebe leaving to meet up with Aisha and Miguel, only for Moon to appear and Miguel to leave. The Hispanic boy came in his direction, more importantly to the cooler right next to him. Miguel opened the cooler.