Intertwined: Invisible Strings

Chapter Four

 

Chapter Four- Night Shift and Demoness

            “He did what?!!” Aishna screeched almost choking on her Long Island Ice tea, which to be honest is the bravest choice of drink and I don’t think Aishna can handle all that liqueur. It also surprised me that she would choose that drink because she is normally a soda person even at the club. “Yes, and I don’t know where he found the freaking audacity to do that so bluntly! I have the mind to report his ass to HR!” I whined as I sipped on my Daquiri. “Oh yeah, let’s report the boss’s sexy masculine offspring to HR,” she giggled, “that’ll be so effective,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

            “Forget about me, Are you okay?” I asked concern filling my voice because something was clearly bothering Aishna. She looked at me, her brown eyes filling up with tears but they didn’t dare to roll down her face because Aishna was a determined person even while she was intoxicated. “Okay so you know that guy from down the street…the one with the red car,” she began, “well he came to the school today to pick up his niece…and he asked me out,” She sighed going back to her drink.

            “Okay…and that’s bad because?” I asked teasingly, she looked at me despondently, “Because of the parent-teacher policy, we can’t date the parents of our students, the PTA would have a field day,” she groaned. I laughed and shook my head, “He’s not the parent, he’s an uncle!” I insinuated, “plus you’ve been drooling over him since he moved in to neighbourhood two months ago and he finally asked you out so it’ll be absolute torture if you didn’t go out with him,” I grabbed her close to me and hugged her from the side. “You’re absolutely right, if I see him tomorrow, I’ll tell him I changed my mind!” She was grinning from ear to ear now, “on that note I say Tequila shots,”. “You are the best teacher in the world and the best friend I could ever ask for,” I did not object to that request because after the day I had, some strong Jose Cuervo was exactly what I needed. Forget the salt and lime, all I need is the sharp, bitter taste of the Tequila to burn my throat, the mix of pleasure and pain was a formidable treat to me.

            “Ready, 3...2...1…go!” Aishna cheered us on as we picked up the clear glass filled with amber liquid and brought it to our lips. As the tequila touched my tongue, a rush of flavours exploded, sending waves of heat and sweetness cascading through my senses. The raw power of the agave surged within me, awakening every corner of my palate with its fiery embrace.

 

With a flicker of satisfaction, I swallowed, feeling the fiery trail blazing a path down my throat, leaving behind a trail of warmth and vitality. The world seemed to blur for a moment, as if time itself had paused to savor the intensity of the moment. Contentment that is what I felt.

            “Hey, do you want a burger?” I asked moving closer to Aishna, I could barely hear myself as the thumping of base and the boisterous music reverberated through the air, I know she would be hungry because I sure as hell was. “Yes please!” she shouted back. Noting that as my signal, I hopped off the barstool and headed out of the club to the burger truck parked right opposite the building. The night was cold as the breeze tickled me with its freezing fingertips. As I collected our two grilled chicken burgers, I tried to head back inside as quickly as possible. The room was alive with movement, bodies swaying and pulsating in rhythm to the hypnotic beat. The dance floor was a kaleidoscope of colors, as neon lights flashed and flickered, casting a mesmerizing glow over the crowd. With each beat of the music, the lights danced and swirled, painting intricate patterns against the walls and ceiling. It was as if the music itself had taken on a physical form, weaving its way through the air and wrapping around us in a whirlwind of sound and light. Lost in the euphoria of the moment, I rounded a corner and collided with someone, sending my burger flying from my hand. My heart sank as I watched in horror as the contents of my meal splattered across the clothes of the person I had bumped into. My eyes widened in disbelief…could it get worse than this? I didn’t even have the courage to look up at the person whose clothes I just ruined but at this point what choice did I really have? "I-I'm so sorry," I stammered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to..."