Strings of Fate

Chapter 25: Tipsy

**THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN MENTIONS AND SCENES OF SA CONTENT, WHICH CAN TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. PLEASE SKIP WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. (THE SCENES WILL HOLD BETWEEN THE FOLLOWING EMOJI: 🫣**

 

Y/n's POV:

Another night, another dress two times to short. Or, at least, that's what it is in my opinion. Every night was the same. Stuck on the man's lap, feeling horrible with everything he does.

However, as strange as it may seem for some, I could now tell how he does win his souls. And, to be honest, as someone who personnally got to give him one and bring him more money and wealth, the processus was dearly simple. Nonetheless, and I quote, it is usually the most simple things that are noticed last. And, on this particular point, whoever declared this was brilliant.

It is indeed simple to win when the cards are played in a certain way, or when you hide a card behind your sleeve. It was hidden in a so skillful way that I didn't noticed it myself.

But that's not the point now, nor the point is that I am the one who'll play, while he just carressed my knee lovingly. The point is that, this time, Andrew would make me do my job in the other room, where Amber was. We seemed like a great duo together, and, for him, it was like a "gift" after I helped him so much. Well, I indeed hated doing that, at least it was easy to do.

When the game finished to Andrew winning, me closely, the money we left on the table all taken by his salmon colored tentacles moving fastly, but precisely to make it all end in some pocket I didn't cared enough to notice.

However, the moment I let my hand move to turn the delicate, but solid knob, the slippery sensation of his squishy arm wrapping around me and the dress was felt while his hands' grip ended on my waist and my jaw. Because I didn't know what I had to do, I froze in fear, like an old memory coming back again.

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-Leaving without my goodbye? You can't leave without saying good bye, sugar.
-You can't leave without saying good bye, princess.

His words echoed around him, like two distinct and different voices that once and nowadays are familiar.

-Come on, we both know you want this kiss, sugar.
-Come on, we all know you want this, princess.

As Andrew leaned above myself for this, that memory from far away flashed through my eyes and next thing I knew was that I ran away after slapping him. However, he didn't try to catch me, nor did he tried to ask for explications.

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Good, I don't want to remember it all again.

I stopped when I got crowded in the other room, where sinners of low ranks were playing for their money or anything they had. Another difference from the VIP room: the alcohol bar. At least that's what I thought it was, and let me tell you there's a lot of bottles of every type, color and smell.

For someone like me who never saw a bottle, I'm now served for it.

Walking a little further, I could perfectly have in view a group of completely drunk sinners, sitting in various, but hardly looking comfortable, manners on their chairs and a tipsy Amber who seemed to be giggling more than usual.

But, of course, they immediately noticed me and tried to pass a drink down my gullet.

-Oh please, it's as much as a shooter, you can't go drunk just for that!

Told me a drunk sinner as I accepted it to be polite and try the alcohol, the cold but burning sensation coming from the liquid down my throat staying for a while.

Then, the next rest of a drink was different, sweeter this time, as I stopped with Amber's recommendation before I end up tipsy. And here's what I did. However, I'm not sure if this recommendation did work or not to be completely honest...

Alastor's POV:

 

As we made our way to where the little child said both our raven and siren fellows should be, the peacock one took the front and only responded a word, before he could come in and intervene I am with him.

What a terrible idea of hiding me in this.

This Alexander man took my usual red outfit to one of a delinquant. A ridiculous blue Renaissance costume with a gray hood. Because, of course, that old man said his friend died during Renaissance period while being drunkard. Great.

Inside, loud music of surely—no, obviously would be the best word—delinquants was bursting in everyone's ears, all drunk or near that state. Nonetheless, they were all still sipping, or more like chugging down, their cocktails and playing casinos games like Poker or Blackjack without any potential winning techniques.

Walking further, we all split into a solo group to find them better. The sparkly and unflashy Overlord (whatever he calls himself) went to what seemed like a more luxurious room, one for Andrew's favorites. The smaller one, Ghost, became invisible and went God knows where. I was the one who had to get my tympans pierced by this annoying, rebellious teenaged-like rhythm. And I wasn't talking how annoying that costume was, too warm and far from my own style.

That's how, by a snap of my fingers, I disobeyed to what the self proclaimed superior of this "mission" to put this way exclamed earlier. But anyways, a more modern and chic gentleman clothing is much better.

In a obvious cause, this act made the flirty gals and the car too friendly, or violent, men back away a little at my view. This made me, even if I would not say it out loud, miss that old time with them.

Y/n never back away in fear of me.

While all of a sudden, a small giggle that felt familiar and a pair of arms wrapping around my waist was felt, without forgetting that shorter person putting all their weight on my back.

-Hehehe, hi Alas — hic — tor~!

Don't tell me that's what I think is happening.