The cold wind rushed past me, and sent shivers down my spine. My legs grew weaker and weaker, and tears couldn't stop dropping from my eyes. I looked up, and saw a sign saying "Alona's Pub". I knew I wasn't a drinker but right now, I couldn't care less.
I opened the door and the smell of cigars overwhelmed me. I sat on the stool infront of the bartender and he looked at me as if I was the first human he'd seen in a while.
I grabbed my compact mirror and to my horror my mascara was running down to my chin. I threw it on the floor, smashing it into pieces. I continued to sob, and the bartender leaned over, "rough day?".
I nodded. "Give me the strongest shit you've got in this place." I groan.
"Are you sure miss? I don't think that would do you any good. How 'bout a couple of shots? Vodka okay?" He suggests.
I nod, not caring what went into me at that point. After a couple of minutes, he comes back with a tray of mini-cups filled with liquid that looked like water. I grabbed one and chugged it down. It felt like a trail of fire in my throat but spread a smile on my face. I grabbed two more, then three, then four, and then everything after that was un-countable. After 3 trays, the bartender asks me if I wanted more.
"Shut up and gimme more you fool" I manage to stutter. "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to stop drinking....." His voice disapears and I remember an appointment I made with a blondie in bio.
I open my eyes and the bartender is shaking my elbow telling me to leave before I pass out. Wow, great service. I run out, barely concious, attempting to find Brad's condo. I can't miss this. I glance at the time, 5:00.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" I swear under my breath. I search the streets until I reach a glass covered condominium building, and I run inside. I take the elevator and soon enough I was at his doorsteps, breathless. I felt like to pass out, my head was banging and my heart was beating. The door swings open and Brad stood there, shirtless.
Damn, I thought, he's sexy. "Lawson! You're really late y'know. I was thinking-" I pass out on his doorstep, and instead of falling onto the floor, I fall into his arms.
Blackness. Black.
"I know you might not feel the same way, Ana, but I love you."
"James! I love you too"
"I can't believe it, I'll never let you go."
"NO! NO! YOU LIAR YOU LIAR!" I scream, waving my hands and kicking my legs frantically. I was in a bed, a warm, soft bed.
"Anastasia!" Brad runs inside the room.
"What am I doing here?" I ask, feeling nervous.
"You passed out on my doorstep, and you smell like cigars and alcohol." He said, father like.
"I.....thank you." I manage to say.
"No worries. Do you want to tell me what's up?" He asks calmly.
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