Mated to the Wizard

Weird Atmosphere - 19

Everest's P.O.V

There's a smell of alcohol in the air. Strong poison; like neat vodka or tequila.

I don't remember a lot of last night. After Avery told me to bite her neck I freaked out. Got cold feet, you might say. For some reason, that fear landed me in a sketchy looking hotel somewhere in Holland. There were heroine brownies on entrance, which I took without a lot of deliberation. That high led me to the bar, where I did shots with an old dude with black hair pulled back in a slick pony tail and a red 'YOLO' shirt on. I remember him getting in a fight with the barman and being chucked out, but then I drank even more and I don't know what happened after that.

I open my eyes and groan from the headache. It takes a lot to get a wizard or werewolf drunk, so I must have had a lot last night. Rolling over, I have to stop myself from killing the other figure in the bed. I didn't know she was there. I don't remember fucking anyone.

It's a woman. The smell shows she's human.

Shit.

Slowly, I stand from the bed and hobble over to her side to see if I can identify the face, but the blonde hair and smudged make up don't ring a bell. I look down to see I'm naked, and looking at her leg sticking out from under the cheap white covers of the hotel bed, I can tell she is too.

I consider just dumping her outside the hotel room and doing a runner, but I decide I'm better than that. My jeans are thrown across the floor and I pull them on along with my shirt, of which the buttons are in various places scattered from the door to the pillows of the bed.

A lump in my throat starts to form and I rake a hand through my hair, trying to figure out what the fuck to do. What fucking day is it again? I count back to figure it out for a few seconds... it's Tuesday morning now. No, actually, it's one in the afternoon. Five and a half days to mark her.

The girl on the bed stirs, her hair flopping over her face as she stretches.

"Morning." She yawns, a sleepy smile on her face. It soon turns to a grimace and she clutches her forehead. "Have you made coffee yet? This shit hurts." She asks, letting herself fall back onto the pillows.

"No. I'll get on that." I reply. I realise I should've said no and thrown her out, but by head is also killing me and I need to figure out what we did or did not do. The tacky kettle looks like a fire waiting to happen, but I don't pay it any mind as I fill it with water and plug it in. Waiting.

"Sorry, I forget your name..." I hear her voice from the bed again. When I turn to face her, she's pulled her dress back on and is fluffing her bed hair around her head. I'm glad she can't remember my name. It means there's no expectation for me to know hers, and it means there are no strings attached.

"Everest. You?" I reply, switching off the kettle as the water finishes boiling and making the coffee up in two mugs. She chuckles.

"Bianca." She sighs, picking up the coffee before I can put milk in it and taking a large sip. I take a gulp of my own drink and sit back down on the bed.

"Sorry, Bianca, I have to ask; did we do anything last night?" I question, watching her face carefully.

"Wow, that stung. Am I really that forgettable?" she chuckles playfully, nudging my shoulder.

"I think I had a few to many pot brownies." I mutter in response.

"You and I both, Ev." She pauses, fiddling with the edge of the bed sheet. "And yes, we did. Quite a few times actually. I'm guessing you were angry at something; either that or you really like it rough." She speaks lightly. I groan.