Cyrus' Fate

Chapter Ten: Mixed POVs

Cyrus' Fate

Chapter Ten
Cyrus' POV

I decided to go to work after pushing my shift onto my friends multiple times the last few weeks. I worked as a bartender at a bar-and-grill restaurant in downtown Manhattan. It wasn't exactly my favorite job, and unfortunately, since I became noticeably pregnant, it was worse. You don't typically hear very nice comments from drunks and I had been called some vile names since I started to show. Tips went down, too. Before, I got higher tips by flirting a bit, but who wants a mother-to-be flirting with them?

"Hey! Hurry up with my drink!"

I sent a glare at the man- this being his third demand for quicker service in the seven minutes he had been there- as I finished mixing a drink for another customer. Afterwards, I grabbed the bottle of scotch and poured it into a small glass with ice. I set it in front of him, leaning against the counter.

"In case you haven't noticed, sir," I growled. "this place is a bit crowded and I'm back here alone. And, if you're twice as blind as I think you are: I am also seven months pregnant, so forgive me if I'm moving a little slow."

"I don't appreciate your attitude, sweetheart," he growled.

"Oh, you don't?" I asked with feigned regret. "Well, gosh, how could I ever make it up to you?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Listen here, sweetheart," he hissed. "I've been coming to this bar for ten years but if you don't apologize, then I'll just take my business elsewhere."

"Go ahead," I said, leaning closer to him. "And have a nice day, sweetheart."

I went back to serving other half-drunk customers. The noise of he bar and scent of alcohol had started to give me a headache and all I really wanted to do was take a nap.

"Hey," I heard.

I frowned. "If you're gonna tell me to hurry up-" I turned around and stopped mid-sentence. "Oh..."

"Is that any way to greet an old friend?" Ursula asked with an uncharacteristically kind smile.

"Sorry," I said, walking over to her. "I just didn't expect to see you here."

She shrugged. "Yeah, well, I was passing by and saw you from the window and just thought I'd stop to say hi."

I nodded slowly, unconvinced. "Uh huh... Ok, well, can I get you anything?"

"Yes, actually," she replied. "My curse."

I rolled my eyes. "I already told you that I don't have it."

She looked unconvinced. "I'm sure," she said slowly. "Well, in that case, I guess you wouldn't be interested in my proposition."

I bit my lip. "What proposition?"

"A proposition of revenge."

I shook my head slightly. "I'm not a villain anymore," I forced myself to say.

It would have been more convincing if I believed it myself.

"Right," she said, taking a breath. "I guess we'll get by without you, then."

She turned to leave, taking a few steps before curiosity got the best of me.

"Who's 'we?'" I heard myself ask.

She faced me again, smiling wickedly.

I narrowed my eyes. "They're here, too?"

She nodded.