Resurgent

Chapter 8

My car zooms down the road, as I increase its speed to a hundred and ten miles per hour. Adrenaline rushes through me and I feel like the old Tobias again. Tris is with me, what more can I ask for? But my conscience seems confused and thinks that this isn't Tris. That's not possible, because this is Tris, I'm a hundred percent sure.
I let that bulging part of my conscience get covered by the new sense of joy I have acquired again after Tris has come back.

She is wearing a blood red dress that extends upto her knees. She looks stunning. God, she's so beautiful!

Within minutes we reach the place I planned to take her to. The neon lights come into zoom as the car pulls up closer. I notice many people dressed up wildly, in animal print with really odd hair. But I don't mind, because for one night, maybe being someone we aren't isn't that difficult. The sign says Tortiro Bar.
This has been the one place that I always wanted to take Tris to. When I shifted here and discovered this place, I really wanted to go there. But I decided never to go there without the love of my life.
"Wow," she gasps, awestruck.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"It's awesome,"she says. Her voice is so melodious and yet it has the touch of that Dauntless patch of coarse voice. It combines with her smooth singsong voice and BOOM! We have the voice of the century.
"When did you find this?"
"When I was grieving over you."
"Who was she?" She tries to tease me, but I can sense the hint of envy in her voice.
"Hey! I would never go here except with you!"

We park the car and get off. I look around and see all people of our age. Most of them look like the kind that come here often. Some looked new to this place, just like us.
We get in. The air is heavy with the smell of beer and the music is loud and rough. But that's what I like. People are dancing around like crazy to the beats of the music that I somehow don't recognise but sounds good to the ears. It's not soothing, it's wild and brimming with energy.
We get to a table and Tris looks at me with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Who's more capable of having more shots?"
"Whoa, you're gonna lose."
"Only time will tell." We ask the waiter to get us tequila shots. I down one within the time she has two. Boy, she is fast. I push one down my throat, then another, and then another. But, Tris is like The Flash with this stuff- she's having more than she probably should. But maybe one night won't destroy us. Hopefully.

But I don't care because I am in my favourite bar with my favourite person on my favourite day. Wow, could the timing be better? No way, it was already too good. My throat feels on fire as if it's screaming out to me stop!! But I don't, because seeing Tris having that many shots I feel like I should, too. This is what youth feels like. Being wild and arrogant and adamant and foolish.

I pour another shot down my throat, and now I cannot bear it. My throat is on fire and I know I have reached my limit. Somehow, I don't feel in control of my senses. And I know why. Because I had a little too much of those shots and now I'm drunk.
"Tris," I say, my voice sounding funny,"Stop it."
She is still having more of those. She's going on and on, not stopping, just downing those tequila shots mercilessly and I know that she's going to be so drunk.
"Stop it? Why?" She starts laughing hysterically and I don't even have enough control over my body at the moment, to be able to stop her. I know she's having too much, she shouldn't be doing this.

"We should leave.." I'm still able to think a little clearly, but I'm having problems controlling my senses. All of a sudden, I feel funny. My head starts spinning. My stomach feels weird and I know this feeling. I know I'm badly drunk, even though I've experienced this feeling only once before. I pull Tris by her wrist and say, her face blurring before my eyes,"We should go."
"Why so early?!" She sounds like that haunted toy from a kids' horror movie when that toy is trying to scare the kid. Her voice is very squeaky.
"'Cause you're drunk."
"So are yoooouuuu!!"
My head starts spinning violently. It's as if the entire bar is revolving around my head. My eyes feel heavy. Then, I hear a voice yell,"Tobias!"

I know for sure that it's Tris. I try to keep my eyes open, but I know I'm failing. Somehow, before my eyes close, I see Tris, a hand being placed on her mouth, muffling her scream. Her eyes are wide with shock and she looks at me with a horrified expression.

"Tris.." I try to say, but my voice fades. I know what's happening. Our shots were drugged.
Her muffled scream is the last thing I hear before I fall unconscious.

I feel myself fall into the wooden floor with a slight thud.