Nothing But Trouble

Chapter 4

I sat on one of the plush couches in Tanner's house while he mixed up the drinks. His house was nice. And I mean really nice. It was a modern styled house that was in the rich side of town. The layout was pretty open, which gave the whole house a light and casual feel to it. It was decorated in modern fixtures and decorations too, with modern furniture in black and white and oddly shaped lamps and weird rugs with squares and circles. 

"Here are your cocktails ladies, us men will take the real stuff." He winked at the end and handed each of us a sweet, little, fruity cocktail. I looked at the drink, then I looked back up at Tanner. I looked at the drink again and sneered my nose. I pushed the drink back into his hands and stood up.

"These ladies here might like their cocktails, but sweetie, I think I'll take some rum. Straight please." I winked at him and put my hands on my hips. His poor eyes almost popped out of his head before he turned and walked back to the bar. 

"Damn girl, hot and knows how to take the liquor straight." Nolan was looking at me in awe as he spoke. I smiled innocently at him. 

"I'm sorry, fruity drinks just aren't my thing." Tanner walked back in and handed me the rum. I took the bottle and took a long, slow drink while staring into his eyes. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, I flirt. A lot. But I can't help it. It helps me to not think about other things when I flirt. If I didn't act so sassy and flirt all the time then I would think about my life before, and I could not handle that depression. And flirting helps keep things light and easy, I wasn't sure if I wanted to get in deep with anyone after what happened the last time, I wasn't sure I was ready for that. 

Bishop walked over to me from across the room. I had drank almost the whole bottle of rum, I honestly can't understand how I'm even able to be comprehendible right now. 

"Hello gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?" I giggled flirtatiously as his sorry ass pick up line.

"Well hello, handsome I've been in hell. Waiting for you." I tossed my head back and laughed loud. After a moment of staring at me like I was the devil incarnate, Bishop threw his head back and laughed along with me. We sounded like a couple of hyenas who were hyperventilating. 

"I like this Bishop better, he's more fun and not so pervy." His eyes scanned me up and down and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Are you saying you like me Lucia?" I gave him a what the hell look and sniggered again.

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all sweetheart. I've only known you for a day, but you can dream all you want." I sashayed past him and walked out into the crisp night air. I pulled out my pack of marlboro menthols, put one in my mouth and lit it up. I inhaled the toxic smoke and breathed it out of my lungs feeling relaxed. I stared out at the night sky, awestruck by all of the stars that I could see. They were beautiful. I never got to enjoy them living in the city, but here, in the middle of nowhere, they seemed to be infinite and endless. I let out a content sigh as I continued to smoke my poison and take in the night. 

"You look like a kid on Christmas right now." I swerved to see Bishop next to me. He must have followed me. 

"For your information mister, I feel like a kid on Christmas. I never got to see the stars like this before, so I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts." I put the cigarette out and leaned against the porch to keep from falling. The alcohol is starting to really get to me. I feel warm and fuzzy. Haha, I feel good.

"And where are you from Lucia?" I sucked in a breath. Why did he want to talk to me about these things? Before I could stop myself, my drunken self spilled it out.

"Los Angeles. I miss it, but I like stars. I think I like it here a little better now." Ugh, why alcohol must you make me seem so carefree? I am definitely the opposite of carefree.