Arranged Life - On Hold

#31 - Cocktail

Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."

― Ernest Hemingway

"Bella," I said, breaking the silence between us.

She didn't enough.

"Umm, listen, about yesterday's night, I just want to say that I – I, ummmm, - "

"Look, Tyler, I want to tell you along that I am sorry, I really didn't mean it and now I want to take back all of the words that I said to you. Tyler I really don't want to fight anymore. But . . . But I get it. I am just not your type of girl. It's ok if you don't feel the same way. I get it if you don't want to apologize." she said, looking in my eyes. There was sadness in her eyes. I want to wipe away the tear that was about to come out and kiss her. I want to do whatever it take to make her happy.

"Bella, I -"

"Tyler can you just leave it like that? I really don't want to talk about it. - "

"Bella!" one of her designers exclaimed.

I made a fist.

How dare she interrupt my conversation when I am talking to Bella?

"Come here!" she exclaimed, dragging Bella away.

When she was out of sight, I sighed and rubbed my temple.

Most of the night passed by and Bella was being introduced to many people.

I walked over to the drink table and grabbed a whiskey.

I poured the whole thing in my mouth. I grabbed 2 more cups.

"Is there any water?" Bella asked, suddenly appearing by my side.

I looked at her, before realizing that it was her. I smiled, before chuckling.

"Water?" I asked, "When have you ever heard of water at a Night of Engagement party?"

"Hey! I never drank wine or beer or whatever there is before." She said, blushing.

I grinned, "There is beer, wine, whiskey and liquor here."

"What am I suppose to drink?"

"Whatever you want to drink from this table."

"Fine, is there any juice here?" she asked, peeking at all of the cups.

I smirked, "No, but there's alcohol."

"What is this?" she asked, pointing at the liquors.

"Liquors."

She took a cup and took a sip.

She made a face and her face became to have a light shade of pink.

I smiled.

"What about this?" she asked, pointing to the wine.

"Wine,"

Again, she grabbed a cup and took a sip.

"Gross! It taste FAKE! It tastes like metal!" she said, when the cup was put down.

I laughed. "That why you don't drink wine, you drink other things."

She smiled a little.

"What is this?" She pointed to sakes.

"Japanese sakes,"

She grabbed it and drinks it.

"It taste weird," she said.