Faults & Faith (Sequel - Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

3. Whiskey

Chapter 3 - Whiskey

  "A game, Victor?" She slightly shakes her head. "I'm not eighteen anymore." And for a quick second I see a beautiful but yet small smile. Then it disappears.

  "Sit." I demand, she obeys as I get back up.

  I grab a bottle of whiskey from Mike's stash. Iris looks at me suspiciously, with a sly smirk.

  "We both get to ask...hmm…two questions for a yes or no answer. And have to take a gulp of this bottle for each one." I lift the bottle with my hand to show. She nods her head but still looks so terribly confused.

  "Why can't we do this without alcohol?" She raises her perfectly waxed eyebrow. She puts her finished cigarette bud in Mike's ash tray.

   "Hmmm, then what would be the fun of the game?" I make a point. "Besides, you and I both know we need it."

  I sit down at the opposite side of the couch and take a large gulp of the drink that has a sweet burn on my throat.

"You first."

She thinks, carefully. I wonder what goes on in that chaotic mind.

  She takes the bottle out of my hand and places the glass to her red colored lips as she tips her head back letting the drink into her mouth. "Have you ever written any more songs about me?" She says after she swallows. Her expression was nothing. Her eyes are nothing but a death glare.

  "Yes." I answer truthfully. I cringe a little at the thought, actually. The years of being heartbroken and writing songs about Iris plays through my mind. It's a treacherous thought. And yet, here she is. All fucking along.

  I push my over-thinking away and take another sip. I start to think of the good questions to ask - considering I only had two.

  "Do you enjoy being a stripper?" Why can't I get the idea of her being a stripper out of mind? A fucking stripper. Innocent Iris, a stripper. What the hell...

She gives a disgustingly are-you-kidding-me look.

"Really?"

I nod.

With a monotone, she says "No."

With the bottle now in her hand, she takes out another whip of it.

"Is there a certain reason you're here in Palms Springs?" She asked.

"Yes."

The boys and I are here to record our new album that we plan to have out next year in the summer. We'll stay here for a month then get back on the road until summer to finish up the album.

  I drink the cold whiskey without hesitation. The alcohol is starting to kick into my veins. I start to feel warm and a small sensation fueling in me. I lean back into the seat, and ask another burning question. 

  "Do you have a boyfriend?" That one came out randomly and so fast I didn't realize I said it until I did. Maybe that was on the alcohol...

 Her reaction surprises me, she cringes. Why? 

  "No." She sternly says as she fixes her posture. She pulls out another cigarette. I've never really cared for them but honestly now I wanted to rip it out of Iris' hand. She shouldn't smoke, it ruins her health. Why am I freaking out over this? Mike does it so why should I care if Iris does? 

  She breathes in her cigarette. I find it only making her mysterious. She's built a strong shield, there's something about her now that I can't put my finger on. But I, Vic Fuentes will find that something.