Dreams Can Come True

83. Drunk

POV Elise

After the phone call with Bill, I felt a mix of relief and nervousness. I put my phone back into my handbag and looked up at Bas, who was still smoking. The smoke curled up into the air, mingling with the sounds of the nightlife around us. My mind was still spinning from the conversation. Did Bill notice that I had been drinking? I wasn't sure, but I hoped not. My voice couldn't have sounded too shaky, could it?
"Do you think Bill noticed that I had been drinking?" I asked, my voice louder than I intended.
"No, definitely not! You sounded totally normal," Bas called back, speaking between drags of his cigarette.
I let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. I didn't want Bill to worry, especially since I was here to relax, not to burden him with my concerns.
As I tried to gather my thoughts, I suddenly felt a touch on my shoulder. Surprised, I turned around and was greeted by a handsome young woman. Her wavy blonde hair and radiant smile gave her an innocent look, but the fact that she was holding a cigarette created an interesting contrast. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding my senses, but I couldn't deny that she looked enchanting.
"Are you Elise?" she asked, her voice soft above the sound of the music.
My heart pounded faster as I looked at her, surprised that this stranger knew my name. Nonetheless, I nodded affirmatively, masking a hint of uncertainty behind my smile. "Yes, I am," I replied, wondering who she was and why she was addressing me outside in the smoking area of this busy nightclub.
While I was still puzzled by the fact that this stranger knew my name, I was suddenly confronted with an awkward question. "Bill Kaulitz's ex, right?" Her eyes widened as she looked at me, and I felt a sting of irritation run through me. It was frustrating to be constantly reminded of the contract, especially when I just wanted to enjoy the evening.
"Grr," I muttered under my breath with a sigh, inwardly cursing the notoriety attached to my name. Next to me, I heard Bas confirming with a nod. "Yeah, that's her," he said, as if pointing out some sort of trophy.
The stranger handed me her cocktail with a brief nod and a polite smile. "Nice to meet you," she said, looking at me with a gaze I couldn't quite decipher. "Enjoy."
I felt uneasy about accepting the cocktail, but before I could refuse, I found the glass already in my hands. With a grateful smile, she turned and disappeared back into the club.
Confused, I looked at Bas, still puzzled by what had just happened. "What was that all about?" I asked, trying to hide my confusion.
Bas chuckled and put an arm around my shoulder. "Soon, with our own CD, you'll be recognized even more," he said with a grin. I couldn't help but smile back. "I prefer not to even say the words 'recognized' anymore," I muttered, taking a big sip of the cocktail. "But oh my god, Bas, this is really good."

Back in the club, amidst the pounding music and the dancing crowd, I started to feel dizzier. Maybe I had already had too much to drink tonight, I thought as I took in my surroundings.
As the music began to pound louder and the atmosphere in the club grew more exuberant, Tilly walked over to our table with a tray full of shots in her hands. "Tilly!" I called again, but my words were drowned out by Bas who enthusiastically shouted, "Shots!" Tilly offered me a shot, but with a hand gesture, I indicated that I didn't want one. I wasn't feeling well, and the idea of more alcohol only made me feel sicker. I watched as the rest of the crew quickly downed their shots, but my attention was soon drawn to Tilly and Bas.
They seemed to be enjoying their shots, laughing and looking deeply into each other's eyes. And then something happened that I hadn't seen coming at all. Suddenly, Tilly threw herself into Bas's arms, and before I knew it, they were kissing passionately. I blinked, bewildered by what I was seeing, as a wave of nausea washed over me.
I tugged on Bas's arm, who let go of Tilly for a moment and looked at me. "Wtf, Bas?!" I shouted in his ear, struggling to express my surprise and frustration. "They want me to pay more attention to the ladies," Bas shouted back, his voice almost lost in the sound of the music.
I could only growl in frustration. "I'm going to the bathroom, do whatever you want," I shouted back, pulling away from the table. Bas shrugged and turned back to Tilly, as they once again became engrossed in an intense kiss. With a feeling of disappointment and confusion, I turned and made my way through the crowded club to the bathroom.

Confused and overwhelmed by emotions, I walked away from the table, my thoughts in turmoil. I couldn't comprehend how Bas could change so easily, setting aside his feelings for guys as if they had never existed, just because we were about to release a CD. Just last night, he had solemnly promised me that he would stay true to himself, to who he really was. And now he stood there, kissing a girl as if he had completely forgotten his true self.
With trembling hands, I grabbed my phone and quickly typed a message to Bill, hoping he could calm me down. I wanted nothing more than for him to be here with me.
Eventually, I reached the bathrooms, my head pounding from the alcohol and the emotions racing through me. I leaned heavily against the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were blurry and my breathing was uneven. The world seemed to spin around me, as if I was about to lose all grip on reality.
Suddenly, I felt my legs give way beneath me and I almost collapsed to the cold tiles. But before I could hit the ground, I felt strong arms catch me. I looked up and met David's gaze, his dark eyes filled with a sinister glint.