Behind Closed Doors: An Autorie Story

Drinks

*A/N- Since there were two Mialotte yesterday, you get another Autorie today. I meant to write it last night and release this morning, but I got a little distracted and didn't get to finish until this morning. Happy reading! Enjoy!

The pub was practically empty, which was weird to me since it was a Friday night. Autumn got us a quieter booth in the back corner. We sat across from each other, setting our bags in the middle of us.

"So, Marjorie, what are we drinking tonight?" She asked in her usual quiet tone.

You would've thought she was staring right into my soul with how deeply she was looking in my eyes. All her attention was on me. Even when Sarah came over to take our order and started flirting with her, her gaze never wandered.

"Autumn, you look really nice tonight. Can I get you started on anything on the more... fruity side?" She giggled, trying to gage where she stood with Aut.

"Marjorie?" Autumn asked me again, "What are we drinking?"

"Um... how about some Rosè to start, and then onto the harder stuff?" I answered nervously.

The edge of her mouth perked up and she tilted her head towards Sarah, still keeping me in her sight, "After we're done with that, bring us whatever has the most amount of Gin in it."

I watched as Sarah took our order with a glum look across her face. "Coming right up," and then she headed off to the bar.

"You realize she was flirting with you that whole time, right? Why don't you go after her? I know you hit it off that night, you... went home together..." I was careful with my words and hoping for a specific response from her.

She went to play with the edges of the menu on the table. "Really? I didn't notice. I've got my eyes set on someone else at the moment, so I'd rather keep my distance."

"Oh," I was trying to be nonchalant, "can I ask who he is?"

She stopped what she was doing and moved closer to the middle of the booth. "No, you can't ask who... she... is. You'll find out soon enough."

I wanted to say something, but Sarah came back with our drinks. "Here you are, ladies. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Mhmm," Autumn mumbled.

She watched as I turned to Sarah, "Thank you, my love. We'll let you know."

Sarah walked off and went back to work.

"Now who's flirting with the waitress," she rolled her eyes and sipped on her drink.

"I was not flirting with her! I swear! I was jus-"

"Relax, Marjorie. It was just a joke."

I drank half the glass in one sip from my nerves. Everything was quiet for a few minutes. The music was playing softly around us.

The corner we were in was darker than the rest of the tables. There was a soft glow from the lantern on the table lighting up our faces. The reflection in her eyes was mesmerizing.

We'd had four rounds of drinks, and the alcohol was hitting me. Every drink we ordered was atronger than the one before. We sat there talking for a while, and she laughed at some jokes I made about the parents' reactions to the fee increases.

Everyone else was over on the dance floor swaying with their partners. I watched on with a feeling of sadness washing over me. I finished my drink and started twisting the glass on the table.

"Where did you go?" Autumn asked. She ushered for Sarah to come get our empty glasses and bring us our next set of drinks.

"Huh? Oh... nowhere. I was just thinking is all..."