Chapter 6

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"Hello? Jazzy, where are you?", Mavis answered her phone sluggishly. She was awaken by Jasmine's call. It was around 5:30 early Saturday morning and she had only slept for a few hours due to some papers she forced to finish the night before.

"Hello. Is this Jasmine's friend? She told me to call you and ask you to pick her up.", a man's voice answered on the other line. "Your friend is really drunk right now so you might want to hurry."

Mavis shook her head and took a deep breath. "Where is she?"

Mavis is used to these kinds of situations with Jasmine. She never missed going out to different parties almost every Friday night. Sometimes, she'll come home late or the next day on her own or with someone...random guys. There were also times when she'd just completely let herself go, not being able to even dial a number on her own phone, let alone come home—times like this.

Still probably half-asleep, Mavis got out of bed, went to the washroom for a few minutes and got dressed. She took her phone and slid it into her pocket. She then grabbed her wallet and went straight outside their apartment to call for a cab. After about 30 minutes, she arrived by a place called Naisho, one of the many clubs Jasmine would always go to. The club wasn't the usual noisy and crowded ones she always thought of it to be like. It was rather decent, with only instrumental music playing on the background. Each table is lit by a wonderfully arranged set of candles. The place looked classy. She looked around and found Jasmine by the bar with her head resting on the bar table.

"Jazzy! Are you okay? Come on! Let's go!", said Mavis as she placed Jasmine's arm over her shoulder. She could hardly mumble a word. "5 mi...nutes...just..5..min...". She was a mess.

"You must be Mavis? I was the one who called you earlier.", said a man standing on the other side of the bar. He must be the bartender. A man, probably in his late-20s, about 5'11 in height with blonde hair and deep-seated blue eyes was holding a glass of water and then placed it gently right next to Jasmine. "She was asking for it earlier. You must be worried."

Mavis decided to stay for a little longer and just wait for Jasmine to somehow regain a little bit of her consciousness. She grabbed the glass of water and took one big gulp.

"Thanks for looking out for her.", said Mavis who still looked sleepy.

"It's okay. Jasmine's a regular here so most of us know her. I'm Troy by the way.", he held out his hand. Mavis did the same. "Mavis.", she said. He looked like a decent guy and she does not really have that much energy to do a thorough character analysis. "Would you like to drink something else?", asked Troy. Mavis shook her head and just took another sip of water.

"She always talks about you.", said Troy who was in the middle of polishing shot glasses. "She would always say how you usually drive away all the devils she's meeting like a guardian angel. She must have met quite a bunch of unlucky ones, huh."

Mavis just smiled at him quite amused to hear what he just said.

"Are all of them just jerks though? There should at least be one that somehow gained your approval.", he said while pouring some more water in her now empty glass. Mavis just stared at Jasmine for a while.

"There was one.", and then she turned to look at the bubbles rising in the glass full of water that now have a good slice of lemon submerged at the bottom.

(6 years ago...)

The entire end-of-semester break for Mavis was quite an unusual one. Instead of having all the time to stay up late at night and then wake up late morning, she would wake up even much earlier than when she did during school days. Around 4 in the morning, she would put on her comfortable jogging pants and sweaters, then she'd wear a pair of sneakers, tie her hair in a ponytail and head out for the door.

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