Lars and Sadie

Chapter Twenty One Part 2

(FOR THIS ENDING CHAPTER, I TOOK A LOT OF INSPIRATION FROM THE FINAL EPISODE OF BOJACK HORSEMAN. SO IF YOU FIND THE LAST FEW BITS OF THIS FAMILAR, THAT'S WHY!)

Lars POV

I sit at the bar, while everyone else sits at their assigned tables, enjoying the festivities. I'd love to join, but I knew for a fact that my name card would be next to or near Sadie. I just couldn't bare looking at her. When I was speaking during the wedding ceremony... I spotted her. Although it was only out of the corner of my eye- how could I not have tried to find her? She was my everything for so long. But ignoring her felt like the best thing to do, at least until the end of the wedding. I look down in to my whiskey, seeing the outline of my reflection, feeling nothing.

God damn it.

My hands clench the glass a bit tighter, feeling in the mood to go to the emergency room. "Hey," I hear a voice say, his hand touching my shoulder. I relax my grip and look at Ronaldo.
"Hey."
"What you said, it was amazing," He says, trying to strike a simple conversation.
"Don't thank me, thank Google." I joke, even though I did get a good chunk of it from Google. He laughs, patting my back. "Ronaldo, what are you doing over here? Why don't you go see your wife." I look back, and immediately see Jenny talking to Sadie. I turn back, looking at Ronaldo,
"You should go talk to her,"
"Nope." I say, shutting it down.
"Lars,"
"No, man. I...I just can't. It was hard the first time we broke up, but this second time?? I just...can't face her."
"Lars, buddy. She isn't going to bite you." Ronaldo takes a seat next to me, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, having a small flashback. I rub my left shoulder, and nod, semi-agreeing with him. "You can't avoid her this whole wedding, you know." I scoff,
"Try me."

"Ronaldo!" Jenny yells, ushering him to her, and he waves. "I'll be back later, okay? We can talk then." I nod, taking a big swig from my whiskey. My mind starts to go deep in to a negative place, that I feel myself falling back in to my shell. I want to leave, go somewhere far away. I notice out of the corner of my eye, someone take Ronaldo's spot as he leaves. Then the turquoise sparkle catches my eye.
"Hi," She says to the bartender, "just a lemon drop shot, please." The bartender goes to make her drink, and I take another sip of mine. It's silent between us, not sure who should make the first move. I'm just stuck thinking about the last time I saw her, and how sad it all was. "That ceremony was amazing."
"You think?" I ask, genuinely confused on why everyone is saying that. She nods,
"Yeah, not too fancy, but not too boring either." I nod, finishing my drink. The bartender leans over, starting to pour Sadie's drink in to a margarita glass.

"So," I say, not looking her in the eyes still, "How long are you in town for?"
"Just for the weekend, then back to the coast." Her words sting against my skin. "How have you been?" I nod.
"Pretty good, won't lie. You?"
"Good! Good." I look at the bartender, but he doesn't meet my gaze, wanting to stay out of this conversation. I hold the empty glass in my hand, messing with it.
"Why didn't you kiss me goodbye?" A question I wanted to ask her when she first left my life for good.
"Lars," She says, in a somewhat condescending tone.
"Don't say my name like that," I say, sternly. No one has spoken down like that to me in ages, and it still didn't feel good. Her hand touches my shoulder, and it sends goosebumps down my arms. "I just want an answer." She pauses, then takes her hand back.
"Cause I knew if I did I wouldn't have left." Then there's a silence between us.

"I'd like to close my tab, please." I say to the bartender, letting go of my empty glass. I sign the little receipt he gives me, paying for my drink. Sadie takes a sip of hers,
"Your closing your tab already? You just started!" I smirk,
"Yeah, I'm just getting too old for this drinking thing." She laughs, and I can't help but smile as I finally look in to her eyes for the first time in a whole year. I study her face, not knowing if I'll ever see her again after the party. Her eyes still sparkle when she looks at me, and her lips have a glossy hue to them; I'm not sure if it's makeup or the alcohol doing that. As we fall back in to silence, I can't help but ask. "Did Jenny tell you to come over here and talk to me?"
"Yeah, she did."
"Ronaldo wanted me to talk to you too." I confess, getting my card back from the bartender. Sadie takes another sip of her drink.
"Do you think they're trying to set us up?" My face smirks, shaking my head no.
"I think they're just trying to have us make up." As we become silent once more, the lighting goes down, and another slow song begins to play. I stand, and turn to Sadie. Everything about her still captivates me. "Hey," I say, "Do you wanna dance?" She smiles softly, and finishes her drink. Placing it back down, she stands.
"Yeah."