And Dreams Might Win

Chapter 13

"Get so much of this beer please. Like give me an entire bucket of this beer. These mugs look too small for my thirst." I yelled over the loud music in the bar.

"You've already had two glasses woman, don't kill yourself, I am not paying the jail another visit, thank you very much." Filip yelled back taking another sip of his third glass of beer.

"I am the only sober person so you might want to listen to me now." Wyatt looked over both of us.

"Buah! How ironical is it that you call yourself sober as you slowly sip at your half empty glass of beer and gaze at that women's butt.Answer me as ai finally gather the courage to ask you: Why did you stick your lips onto mine and never mention it like taboo.Was it that bad?"

"I am comparatively sober and I wasn't staring at her butt, I was merely looking around. As for the kiss, I didn't regret it and I did it because I wanted to.It is not important to mention everything and spoil it."

"That explains everything. You do things in the heat of the moment and it doesn't mean much." I muttered.

"Yes, I mean no. What I mean is that I do things because I want to do them and it did mean something."

"I get it. It's okay. I just have to go tinkle, excuse me." I forced a smile getting up.

"Why can't she talk like a normal person?" Wyatt asked.

"She means-

"I know what she means. It is very old fashioned and no one except for the old chaps who survived the war talk like that." Wyatt cut Filip out.

"I don't feel very good Wyatt. This beer is poisoning me." Filip spoke resting his head on Wyatt's shoulder.

"Come, let's get you some air."

"Hey, where you guys going?" I asked catching up.

"Filip needs air and a place to puke.Are you done tinkling already?That was quick."

"No,the place is horrible.I could feel the STD in the air."

You utter absolute nonsense!

What? I am exaggerating the toilet conditions but it truly was horrendous.

"This beer poisoned me, Vera!" Filip wailed.

"What? Is he-

"He is fine, don't worry. Just gets preposterous ideas when he is drunk." Wyatt reassured dragging Filip outside.

"You'll be okay Filip. Don't worry." I spoke brushing the Umber locks of hair clinging to his forehead. He opened his intoxicated grey eyes to stare at me before smiling.

"I know, I'll be fine but just keep doing that to my hair. Feels good." Filip spoke despite his drunken speech and shuttered his eyes close.

"Hey Vera, Could you please get our bags from in there?" Wyatt requested.

"Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me." I rushed in again.

Reaching the booth we occupied minutes ago, I picked up the bag packs and my bloody wheeled suitcase and headed towards the exit. Exiting the local bar filled with cheap beer smell into the crisp, thin air , I looked around to find the two gentlemen chaperoning me on this trip. Walking a little further towards the right, I saw Filip puking his guts out while Wyatt..uh he was rubbing Filip's back during which he was also trying to run away.

"What are you doing?" I indicated my question towards a weird acting Wyatt.

"I am trying to help him but I might puke if I stay close to him any longer." Wyatt's nasal voice spoke.