My Greatest Adventure

Chapter 2 - Your Protector

'Al, ready for tonight?'

I drank my alcohol and smiled at Zira. 'Is there even a time that I am not ready, Z?'

She rolled her eyes at me. 'Better not get so drunk after this Allie. We still have to go see Мyra.'

'Yeah, I know. You literally have been reminding me over and over again' I said and drank my fifth glass of whiskey tonight.

'It is because you do not listen to me. Stop drinking!' Zira said and put away my glass. 'Bartender, if she even ordered another drink do not give it to her okay?' she warned the bartender and it immediately nodded, instantly walking away.

I frowned. 'Disregarding my costumer's rights is not cool, Zira.'

'What are you got to do then?' She glared at me.

I smiled 'Okay, I will stop. Just because your father is the owner of this club...'

'Oh shut up, Allie. Let's go!' Zira said and quickly grabbed my wrist.

We are now in the back stage, my band will be performing tonight. I am exhausted with my thesis and playing the drum will absolutely let off some steam for me.

'Al, where is your stick?' Zira asks.

Oh shit. 'I forgot. It is in the bar top, wait let me go take it' I said.

'You drunkard! Always forgetting things!' Zira hissed and rolled her eyes at me.

'That's because you grab me, idiot!' I hissed back and immediately walk away going to the club's bar top.

When I got to my spot earlier, the stick is nowhere to be seen. I instantly look into my spot, the table, underneath it, in the chair, underneath the chair, nothing. Fuck, really? It is gone when we literally be performing anytime now. I am not fucking with unluckiness today.

'Bartender, did you see my drumstick in here?' I asked, desperately. He finished wiping glasses and casually pointed at someone in the right corner of the counter.

'Thanks' I smiled and he just nodded again.

'Hi Miss, Can I get my drumstick back? I nee---' I choke at my words, my eyes growing big with shock. Is this person crying? Her make-up are all washed up, it is smudging all over her face. It is becoming like a dirt.

'Oh i-is this y-yours?' She said stuttering. This woman is wasted as fuck.

'Y-Yeah' I blurted almost whispering because I am still in shock. She puts the stick in my left hand and drank her alcohol like nothing happened, facing her back at me.

I had been with so many clubs not once did I encountered someone so unhinged. Why is her face like that in a club? I want to laugh but the way I see it she looks pained it is like she is lifting the heavens and earth alone.

I reach out my hands, wants to help her but someone grab it before my hands touches her shoulder.

'What are you doing? Let's go, we are now performing' Zira said, strongly grabbing my wrist again and drag me to the backstage.

What did I just saw? That person needs help, she looks wasted. People are swarming in the club because it is Friday night, with her state that she is in, she might be taken advantage of. All kinds of humans are here, even though she is smudged by make-up that looks like dirt, she is still a woman.

'Al, focus.' Zira said, making me go back to reality.

We are now in the stage, ready for the show. The screams and noises are all on my ears now, the blinding lights making any color from red to violet. I put my earpiece in.