Playing Matchmaker

Chapter 2

The air was a little too bitter for me. I hadn't bothered to bring my coat with me after work had ended, so now I was cold, in a sinfully short dress, and a drunk man hung on my arm like a coat, which I sorely lacked. I looked over at the man I had just rescued. He was standing straight, staring at me in the eyes. We were about the same height. More or less. When had he grabbed his glasses and put them on? Their square frames seemed to fit perfectly on his face. "Are you awake now?" I asked gently. He nodded, then looked down at his feet. "What just happened in there...?" I took in a sharp breath, a vague smile on my face. "I happen to see the young lady back there slip you a roofie. I'm a little sad that I had to leave my own drink there, but I suppose it's fine. I didn't pay for it either way." I shrugged. "Now, the more pressing question, is where you live and if I need to holler a taxi to get you there."
"I have my car with me here."
"That's a terrible idea." My smile never failed to shine on my face
"Right?..." I thought carefully, looking off into the sky. "Then I'll have to catch a cab. Shall we go?"

I managed to get the cab, but he lived very far out of town. I made sure my smile remained, even though I was very drunk and so was he. The taxi driver made friendly conversation, and I made sure to engage him. He was impressed by my fluent Korean. I am a citizen. Not a lot of people know that (or believe it). I know my words sometimes slurred, but I continued to talk politely. After nearly an hour, cutting out the other hour dedicated to traffic, the car stopped at his call. "Right here is fine, thank you." He said in a silent voice. The taxi pulled up, and he popped open his door. Now, it is important to understand that I was going to leave him to his devices, because I was ready to go home and collapse. But once he was out of the car, he staggered, fell to his knees and puked all over the pathway.
Needless to say, I wasn't going home to collapse just yet.

"Ok, ok. You're gonna be dandy. Wait. Hold on! Goddamn it!" I was staggering around with the guy. He seemed sober enough on the ride here, but now he was crying, shouting at non-existent persons. He was also screaming binary at the walls. I staggered to a large, metal door that resembled a gate. "What the heck...uh, excuse me? Do you have your key?"
Very unexpectedly, a voice ordered, "Please say, "I love cats" in Arabic." I was startled to say the least, because that voice came from the door in front of me. I stood there, very shocked and my mind muddled, when the door demanded again, "Please say, "I love cats" in Arabic."
"Urgh, ok. Ummm... انا احب القطط!! (Ana oheb al quetat)" I said. I hadn't spoken Arabic in years. The need never arose, but shockingly enough, here we were. "Thank you." The door said, then opened up. By now, I was having a stress headache. When I stumbled into his house, I nearly tripped on a pair of jeans, and knocked over a stack of empty PhD. Pepper cans. "What the hell...this place is a mess! Excuse me, excuse me!!" Bringing the slumping guy to a stand, I shook his shoulders to wake him up. "Luciel Choi!" he suddenly screamed, standing like a soldier. I blinked twice, a little shocked at his sudden posture, but he didn't give me any time to recover. He immediately melted to the floor.

"Luciel! Luciel Choi??" the voice was very distant as of now. His vision was beginning to go black, but there was movement in the encroaching darkness. He could barely feel anything, but he felt like someone was hoisting him up. Then he was down on something very soft. He felt relaxed very suddenly, like a river was flowing through him. What was this feeling? This feeling of needed rest. Someone was still moving, taking off his jacket maybe? He opted to open his eyes, and the honey woman was taking off his jacket. Oh yeah, he had puked earlier, maybe some had gotten on it. She was also talking to him in a smooth, unhurried voice. He couldn't think of what she was saying to him, but she kept repeating it over and over. 괜찮아요, 괜찮아요. It's ok, It's ok.
It's not ok. It was definitely not ok. MC...she wasn't here with him. She was with someone else, and there was nothing he or anyone he knew could do about it. Luciel felt his eyes sting, and soon, tears were running down his face into his hair. He didn't know how to stop, because it wouldn't be ok. Through his blurring tears, he saw the woman look at him, constantly asking why he was crying. She should leave now. There was nothing she could do for him.
But he felt himself enveloped in a foreign warmth. Her skin was cold, no doubt from the bite of the outside, but it was still ...warm. "괜찮아요, 괜찮아요." It's ok, It's ok. Why? What benefit did she gain by treating him so kindly? Although Luciel didn't think to do it, he hugged her back. This warmth, this kindness. It was too similar. They were the same. "MC." He whispered.

Uhg. So angsty. I hate angst. But it is needed in this stuff. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! TODAY WAS CHRIST, VIKTOR NIKIFOROV AND LEVI ACKERMAN'S BIRTHDAY GUYS!!! IT WAS A SPECIAL ASS DAY!! THAT'S WHY I'M GIVING YOU A CHAPTER TODAY. I'll give you a chapter every day till we catch up to the word document so far lol.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed today, and will enjoy tomorrow.