Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 15

"...and I asked him: 'how am I going to explain this?' And you know what he told me?" Ren blurbed, swinging his beer around. I wouldn't be lying if I said I was a bit drunk, but no where near as trashed as what Ren was.

"He told me to blame it on aliens! Aliens, I tell ya, and at first I thought he was being absurd and then I thought about it and just, aliens made sense. So, that's what we told the guy the next morning when he found his watermelon crops all smashed." I rolled my eyes at his elaborate story, yet my mouth pulling into a drunken grin.

I sipped at my martini, glancing around the bar. It was fairly simplistic, bar none with a few serving tables, a bar with stools, and a pool table. There was a virtual gaming station, but it didn't hold more than a small corner. Looking back, I saw Ren watching me, his bottle dangling from his fingers.

"Can I ask you a dumb question?" He slurred, a stupid smirk on his face. I set my drink away, a giggle sliding out unintentionally.

"Better than anyone I know," I teased. Ren tipped the bottle of his beer towards me in a mock warning way. I sipped some more, letting the strong, cool liquid wash down my throat.

"Are you with anyone?" he questioned. I paused, watching as he chugged back the rest of his beer to avoid eye contact. I grinned, holding back a laugh.

"As single as I can be," I spewed, dipping forward.

"Whaaaat? How? You're so gorgeous!" he asked incredulously.

"All I know is: one of us is right, and the other one is you." I side-eyed him trying to hide my smile, feeling flattered. Ren signaled the bartender to head over, rocking his bottle above his head.

"I take serious offense to that!" he replied jokingly, I pressed a hand against his shoulder, giving it a small push. He laughed back at me.

"I'm sorry, would you rather I agree with you? Because then both of us would be wrong," I joked back, causing him to chortle more. The bartender came to a stop in front of us.

"Get a shot of tequila for me and the single lady," Ren announces, setting his bottle down with a sloppy smile. I giggled, taking another sip out of my martini. The bartender turned towards me, beaming.

"Single, eh?" he started off, grabbing for a bottle with an amber colored liquid. "If you're cool with it, I'd love to take you out to-" he was cut off as a beer bottle slammed into the side of his face, shattering as it hit the ground.

"Oops," Ren popped out, "the bottle slipped."

"You son of a bitch," the bartender hissed, touching the place that Lorenzo hit him with a bottle. He launched to grab Lorenzo over the bar, but he jumped out of his seat, teetering as he stood on his drunken legs. I pulled my glass away, trying to keep it from being knocked over.

"Lorenzo! Apologize for throwing the bottle," I shrieked, the bartender rounding around from behind the bar.

"Why should I if I'm not sorry?" he answered me smugly, his hands balled into fists and ready to fight.

"You're going to get it you piece of shit," the man swore, swinging at Lorenzo, he tried to duck out of the way, but stumbled, catching the throw with his cheek. He stood up straight on uneasy feet. Balling up his fist, he threw all of his weight into his punch. The bartender easily side stepped, and Ren fell into a chair.

I figured then that I was enough, getting up from seat. My vision swirled, blurring a bit. It felt like air pushed against the top of my skull. I steadied myself for a bit before making my way towards the two fighting.

"Hey, now," I called out, holding my hand out. I grabbed the shoulder of the bartender, reaching out for Ren. A cry ripped from Ren as he whipped around quickly, punching me in the side of the face. I felt myself falling, but never felt the ground before I blacked out.

That's what I get for being the cliché.

~

"Well, this is a nice change of scenery," Lorenzo broke the silence. It was the next morning, and I had a pounding headache. I kept my eyes squinted shut as we sat next to each other against the wall.

"It's a prison cell," I answered him shortly, not bothering to open my eyes. I brought my hand up, messaging my temples.

"I was being sarcastic," he snapped at me. I sighed, bowing my head and holding it between my hands. I hadn't been this hungover since my freshman year of college. I wanted to tear off my glasses so badly, but I knew as soon as I did, it would cause an even more pounding headache.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Ren asked after a bit of silence. I peeked out from my ball at him, to see him uncomfortably looking at the front of the cell.

"I have such a bad hangover, I don't know how you're acting fine."

"I've done this a lot. Hey, about last night, I'd just like to say I'm-" he paused, a mouthful of words as he looked down at his lap. "So unhappy but proud of you? I can't believe you walked right into that fight. are you stupid?"

"Y'know... That's not what an apology sounds like," I tried back, sending him a pained smile before shutting my eyes again with a groan.

I felt a tingling build up at the base of where my nose met my eyes. I let out a low whine, quickly taking my glasses off, my face screwing up in a froze pre-sneeze state.

Achoo!

"What the hell was that noise?" Ren asked in an incredulous voice. I groaned at the thrones in my skull that followed, cradling my head in my hands.

"I sneezed," my voice came out sounding muffled from my hiding.

"That was not a sneeze," Ren scoffed. With my glasses off, and my mind already pounding, I had no easy defense against the thoughts. 'That was so cute and little. How does someone sneeze like that?'

"Yes it was?"

"No, that was a pansy ass sorry excuse for what I'm assuming should be a sneeze." I chuckled at that.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what you think," I mumbled out, holding up my glasses. I heard him suck in an air full. I glanced over at him, his ears and cheeks tinted with a deep pink.

'Those dumb kids. What were they thinking getting drunk? It was probably Lorenzo's fault. Why did I choose him as her partner,'

"Incoming," I murmured, just as Director Jamison rounded the corner. I watched as Ren went rigid next to me.

"Shit," I heard him whisper, as the director crossed his arms in front of him.

"I saw the surveillance videos," he started curtly. I put my glasses back on with a sigh. "As much as I commend you for trying to stop the fight, that was a stupid decision on your part.

"As for you," his voice drop, causing me to look up as he glared heatedly at Ren. "What the hell were you thinking? I don't even want to know what you were thinking! Picking a fight with a civilian is not an okay action! Because of this, you'll need to be put on suspension, Castellano!"

A groan rose up from Ren as his head flopped forward in defeat. I had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn't the first time he had been scolded by the director. That was probably the reason why he didn't put up much of a fight about getting suspended. He knew there was no point in arguing.

"Now, let's see about getting you two hooligans out of jail."