In A World Like This

Meeting

○○4 hours later●●

**Mark's POV**

"I-I gottta go to tha bathrooomm.. I'll be right back." Christie giggled. I kissed her nose and let her up. I made sure she walked into the bathroom before finishing my conversation with my buddy, Nathan.

"Yo. Mark?" He called. I looked at him. His wife, Mazie, was already passed out in his arms and I had a feeling Christie was going to soon.

"Have you told her, yet?" He asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. "About the gang." He said softly. "If you can call it that."

Yeah. I used to be in a gang. The leader, to be exact. Until I found out about the stomach cancer. After that news, I left the gang to Nathan. He's taken great care of it but he's going to start recruiting soon, seeing as there's only 20 people in the gang. There should be more considering it's a huge city.

"It's a thing of the past. I don't want to scare her off. She makes me strong." I said, looking towards the bathroom. She was still in there.

"Yeah, I heard about you being in remission. Good job." He said, raising his beer.

We talked a little and I got a weird feeling when Christie didn't come out of the bathroom in ten minutes. I went to check on her and found her passed out with her head in the toilet. The smell of vomit heavy in the air. I smiled at her and flushed the toilet, which caused her to stir almost hitting the floor. I picked her up and carried her out of the stall setting her on the counter with her head on my chest. A woman wearing a way too short dress and way too high heels stumbled in and paused, seeing me.

"Well you don't belong in here." She slurred, trying to be drunkenly provocative.

I politely smiled at her and cleaned up Christie's face and chest from the sweat and sick. I carried her out of the bathroom and called a cab. I met Nathan at the booth.

"Time to go." I said.

"Both of them?" He questioned. I nodded.

"Wait," he said. "She only had 4 shots. How did she get so drunk?"

"What?" I asked.

"She only had 4 shots. Now unless they were tequila shots, which still wouldn't make her that drunk, someone put something in her drinks."

"You've only seen her drunk four shots. I kept an eye on her. She was dipping tequila like it was going out of style." I said, opening the bar doors. He was stumbling too and burst out laughing my ass off at how drunk he was trying to carry Mazie to the car.

"Dude. You're going to drop her. Hand her here." I said, putting Christie on my hip with her head safely tucked into my neck. I put Mazie the same way and tucked them into the cab. I turned to look for Nate. He was throwing up in a bush.

"Come on. You and Mazie can stay at our place tonight." I laughed helping him into the back as well. I got in the front, telling the driver my address. Once everyone was safely in bed and comfy, I locked up the house and went to bed myself, holding Christie close.