Thwaites & Thompson

Grumpy Runaway

Thwaites

My head is heavy and I feel it weigh a ton over my shoulders.
I don't remember how many drinks have I had and I blame Billy for refilling my jug every time I emptied it.

"Enough Billy!"
"What? Do you want all your customers dead?" I quirk an eyebrow and he laughs his breathy laugh before he takes the refilled jug and walks away.

I spin myself around on the bar stool and lay my back against the bar ledge.
Watching the crowd roar.

The vibe was sick tonight.
People were dancing like there was no tomorrow.
And now that my head was lighter and my blood has started absorbing the hash, I heard the music better.

I recognize the song but I don't put a name on it.
I never remembered the titles of any songs I listened to.
I might have the lyrics memorized but never the title.

I tilt my head backwards and just before I shut my eyes, I notice Tess, standing in the porch of our cabin.

She had a faint frown on her face as she watched the party at it's full term.

She has loosened her ponytail and her hair was now freely dancing with the wind.

Why hasn't she slept yet?
I wonder why sleeping is such a big deal for her...

She looks around and then her frown deepens when she spots me.

She lifts her hand a bit and waves at me with a small smile.

At first, I doubted she was waving at me and I looked around for her friends or even Cole, but I was the only one she knew around.

She frowned when I met her gaze again and she pointed at me before she chuckled.

I chuckle before I lift my hand and nod at her.

"Go sleep..." I hold my hands beside my head, gesturing for her to go sleep.

She grins and shakes her head.

And then she does something that I don't understand.
I get too caught up with the way she moves that I disregard the meaning behind her little dance.

She wanted to dance?
I frowned.

She stopped moving and laughed before she raked through her hair and looked around again, clearly avoiding my gaze.

Should I ask her to get down here?
But I don't dance...

"Where's that bastard Cole?" I start looking around for him but then my eyes meet with Tess again.

I point a finger at her and then I point the same finger downwards.

I roll my eyes to myself.
I can't believe what I was doing right now...

God I hope no one was watching us.

She frowns a little but then she smiles down at the view.
Bet the dancefloor looked breathtaking from up above.

She glances at me again and then she nods before she dissappears.

Shit, she's coming down.

I fish for my phone and dial Cole's number.

He doesn't answer and I curse under my breath.

Looks like Miss Thompson is going to hit the dancefloor on her own.

A few minutes later after aggressively scanning the place for Cole with hopes of finding him, I spot Tess walking towards me.
She hasn't changed out of her casual clothes and she wasn't ashamed of being the only lady in jeans and sneakers.