The Abyss of War, Book One

First Date?

We had left the Academy several minutes before, Dylan had insisted we wear our uniforms, apparently we were going to a "high class" bar. Alcohol wasn't my thing, even though it was free for all military personnel. As we walked down one of the cities many streets, the neon glow from thousands of lights cast multicolored shifting shadows across our path. Soon after taking a questionable side street, we emerged into one of the richer, well lit districts of the city. 

"Are we there yet? I have advanced tactics in the morning and I'd rather not be out all night. My instructor is a bitch and I don't have the energy to fight with him over the fact my pen isn't in it's assigned spot." 

Dylan just looked over at me, smirked, and continued walking. At this point, I was stuck to grinding my teeth in frustration. I swear, he enjoys pissing me off, it must be his hobby or something. 

We finally reached the bar, and were stopped at the door by a man who towered over the both of us. He was about 6'3 and pretty damn muscled if I do say so myself. His frame took up most of the doorway, the only thing I could make out was the glint of his night vision sunglasses.

My hand subconsciously reached for my pistol before I realized I didn't have my gear with me. Dylan of course, maintained a bored expression as the man lowered his hand and stepped aside. Dylan motioned for me to follow him as he disappeared through the doorway. Sighing, I quickened my pace to put as much distance between me and the behemoth at the door as possible. 

As I entered the bar, several Holo-screens were displaying the local and national news, most of the programming was either propaganda or about the war. Dylan found us a spot in a darkened corner of the bar, the only light came from a small lamp sitting on the table. I sat down with a soft sigh, just as Dylan slid easily into the opposite seat. He then pressed a button on the side of a table and a waitress suddenly appeared. 

"House special, make it a large glass." 

The waitress nodded before heading back towards the bar. I eyed with with a wary look, 

"You're insane if you're planning on sleeping that off." 

Flashing me another smirk he said, 

"Maybe the point of this was for me to get smashed."

I rolled my eyes and sighed before continuing to glower across the table. 

"I didn't agree to come here tonight so that I could drag your drunk ass back to the academy." He raised an eyebrow before saying "I assure you that I can handle my drink. You on the other hand, I'm not so sure, you're too..what's the word..delicate, to drink with me." 

My disdainful look hardened into a glare, Dylan noticed as his relaxed mood seemed to change into one of wariness. 

"I can handle my alcohol just fine thank you very much. I don't appreciate being called delicate by someone like you." 

He scoffed, "Well, then I guess you'll have to prove me wrong won't you?" 

I glared at him before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, 

"I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work." 

His smirk turned into a grin before he opened his mouth and crossed a line, 

"Weak, delicate, soft, inadequate, girly, submissive, bottom.

" With each word my left eye twitched until I was grinding my teeth in an attempt to restrain myself from lunging across the table and gutting him in full view of the public.

The waitress returned just as I was considering the pros and cons of the use of a fork as a deadly weapon. An expensive looking bottle was set in the center of the table, and two shot classes were placed in front of each of us. 

"That's a pretty large bottle..why?" 

I asked while eyeing the bottle. 

"Glad you asked! First one to pass out loses, and also has to admit that they're incompetent in front of the entire class.." 

Dylan said with a smile that seemed a bit too genuine. 

"What are you, five?" 

I said while rolling my eyes, 

"I'll take this bet just to shut you up and prove you wrong." 

Dylan smirked and grabbed the bottle. Filling both of our shot glasses, he raised his and said 

"To the Emperor." 

Then downed his glass in one gulp without a change of facial expression. I looked down at the shot glass in my hand and then thought "I'm so fucked tomorrow." I then put the glass to my lips and drank the liquid in the glass.

It burned like a bitch as it went down and Dylan just there with a knowing smile on his face as he poured me another glass. We ended up doing four rounds before my vision was truly fucked up. He tried pouring me another glass but I pushed the drink away and attempted to stand, not my best idea of the night. 

The room immediately did a barrel roll and I started to tip backwards. Just as I was sure I'd die by cracking my head open in some backstreet bar I stopped falling. It took me several seconds to realize Dylan had somehow managed to get out of his seat and catch me. 

"I think it's time we went back before you get yourself killed, yeah?"

 I just put my hand up to my head and groaned softly. Dylan laughed and picked me up bridal style and began to carry me out of the bar.

"Why the fuck are you carrying me? I can walk you bastard!" 

Dylan just smirked and continued walking. I attempted to slap Dylan across the face, but with my impairments, I missed by a lot and ended up nearly taking out some guy walking next to us. Eventually Dylan managed to get us back to the Academy. I was set down on a bed somewhere, I was too drunk and too tired to care. The minute my back hit the mattress my eyes shut and I slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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