"Oliv..." Olivine heard a familiar voice behind her, taking her hand. Olivine turned her head to the side, looking at her; she immediately recognized Katarina having a very worried face.
"Hmm.. my soon-to-be ex-wife," Aiden murmurs with a smirked take a shot. Judging by his statement, he sounds like he admits already that he's doing things to his wife.
"Well, a hell of Amen to that, Mr. Aiden, so she can be free." Olivine took a shot again, followed by a big gulp from the bottle.
"Oliv, your sister asked me to come pick you up," Katarina interrupted.
"No. I wanted to see this man how far he can go with his ego; I wanted to see his eyes and what he has done to his life." Olivine speaks without looking at her. Katarina took the bottle and smelled it.
"What, are you saying that I cheated the drink? No. I am not a cheater. I am a Ferguson," Olivine simply said to Katarina, stunned by what she heard.
"My ancestors built this city; I am giving them justice for having a few bottles of a drink for them with a stranger like you, Mr. Aiden; it's a pleasure to hold a space to have a nice drink." Olivine took the bottle on her hand and drank again.
The people started howling and cheering them. Olivine's face only reddened, and her forehead started to get sweaty.
"Please, Olivine, your sister will fire me if I don't bring you home. Please, I don't want to lose my job," Katarina pleaded with her holding her arms, Aiden notices.
"Heard that, Mr. Aiden? She values her job. How about you? Anything that is valuable?" Olivine cleared her throat.
Seeing Aiden almost fall his chair like he holds his dear life to that edge of the bar counter.
"My sister's employee is asking me to go home, and I love and value my sister the most-even that woman is nuts," Olivine smiled.
"Don't dare to smile in front of me, Miss Ferguson," Aiden started to lose himself.
"Your a demon," he started acting out; he even sniffed those bottles and shot glasses, checking if it's real alcohol like Katarina did.
"No, I'm not. I'm a dead person. Aiden can't even get drunk," Olivine smirked.
"You asked me to meet here, honoring my words. And I showed up, then what now?" Olivine continued.
Aiden swayed his body, putting his face on his palms and leaning forward against the bar counter. His friend arrived and took him assisting. Carrying him when he tried to walk, holding him tight to get away from the place.
"Wait," Aiden said, still swaying.
"Do you like my wife Olivine?" Aiden asked out of nowhere.
Katarina was stunned by what he said, looking at him; she even let go of Olivine's hand, and she took a step back away from her. Olivine took the bottle and finished it in front of everyone.
"A dead person is grieving for her dead wife, Mr. Aiden." Olivine took his three remaining shot glasses in front of him.
"To be fair to you, yes, I like your wife." Olivine placed calmly those three glasses in front of him and his friend.
"Hey, hey! buddy, that's enough; you had enough; have you never heard the word of the streets? Don't mess with the F word; come on, let's go." The two huge men and a bouncer on the place carried him out along with his friend.
"Don't mess with dead people," Olivine whispered and stood up, pushing gently the high chair back on its place. People start cheering and clapping on her. Olivine stood up, and she had a little swing on her body. Katarina quickly held her shoulders, but Olivine remains emotionless, walking slowly towards the exit. Katarina is assisting her.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
