Wicked Obsession

25.

Sunday, July 28

Getting in and out of ZYN Inc. was easier than I'd thought'd be. The only shitty part was I didn't find anything on me in his office. I also looked for anything on the Hunters but, nope. Nada. The only thing that caught my eye was a bunch of dates circled on his calendar. I jotted them down and we left. Easy peasy.

Darcy insisted we go back to Harry's place but... I'm tired of being cooped up in that giant apartment all the time. I need to be free to do what I want if I want to, within reason of course. This definitely falls in that category. After a little goading— and threatening to do it anyway, I convinced Darcy to go to my favorite bar, so here we are three shots, two martinis, and five beers later. My whole body is numb, my head light from the alcohol. I'm drunk. Soooo drunk. I. Feel. Fantastic. Better yet, Darcy is actually good company. We haven't said anything about demons, threats, or Hunters. I actually forgot for a minute that Darcy is a demon. We're just two girls getting wasted at a bar and it's great.

"Look at that guy over there." Darcy giggles wiggling her eyebrow suggestively.

I glance over to follow her stare. Sure enough, some older looking guy with too much gel in his hair is staring right back at me. I roll my eyes and look back at Darcy.

"What about him?"

"He's been staring at you all night."

"Ew."

I pick up my drink. Wait, is this my drink? I glance at the nearly empty glass and the fuller one next to it. No! I do not need anymore to drink. I take a sip of the emptier glass, ah gin and tonic.

"He's coming over here." Darcy informs, trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

I glance back and sure enough Mr. Too-Much-Gel is headed towards us. "Shit." I mutter. I try to get up before he reaches me but I'm too drunk and my movements are too sloppy and slow... I hit my knee on the underside of the table.

"Hello pretty ladies, what are you two fine foxes doing here alone?"

Is this guy for real?

"Fine foxes? Really?"

I turn away from him and he laughs. The chair next to me scrapes against the floor and I feel the warmth coming off of him. I jump and turn to him. His body is leaned towards me with a mocking smile on his lips. I'm shocked by his closeness and even more so when he reaches out and twirls my hair. "Your hair is so soft." He hums. I glare and swat his hand away. I shift farther away from him.

"Get lost."

Apparently what I said is hilarious. He laughs loudly and hard enough that he throws his head back and grabs his stomach. What the fuck? I look to Darcy and she's rigid. All humor from earlier is gone and she is fixed on the stranger. What the—

Grease Lightning stops suddenly and I jump, turning to face him. His smile turns sinister and he snatches my arm. Darcy growls lowly in warning but his grip on my arm only tightens. Wow, things just escalated so quickly. Can't I just have one night without being, killed, attacked, or kidnaped? I'm too wasted for this shit... What is making this worse is all I can think about is how much I want to punch this guy in the face. As if reading my mind, he smirks and tilts his head. I can't restrain myself after that. I sling my fist into his cheek and his head turns to the left but his grip remains firm. He is amused and tilts his lips as he finds my eyes again.

"I heard you were feisty." He chuckles and squeezes my arm tighter.

"Can't you just leave me the fuck alone? I haven't done anything! I just want to drink in peace." The last parts comes out kinda whiny but I don't care.