Disillusionment - Matthew Daddario

F i f t y O n e

"How can an after party, be an after party when the girl of the hour is sober?" Misha laughed, "Jensen isn't going to kill you for celebrating with one little drink you know.

"No, but he might strangle you for encouraging her," Kit nudged my arm and I nodded, not sure exactly how true that was.

"He wouldn't, would he?" Misha frowned, clearly lost in his own thoughts, "Ivy?"

"For encouraging me, he probably would kick your ass. If I chose to drink however, he'd laugh at me because I'm an embarrassment when I'm drunk," I paused as another thought entered my mind, "Then he'd kill me personally for being a drunken embarrassment the next morning,"

"Where is Jensen anyway? I haven't seen him in a while?" Tyler stood up for a second, glancing around the room searching the sea of faces who'd been invited to the after party.

"He did say he needed to call Daneel, check how the kids are," Sam shrugged, "Probably nipped out for a second,"

"Though speaking of Jensen, while he's not here. Do you think he'd have gone for Matt had you not have stopped him?" Shay, apparently having appeared from thin air, asked abruptly. Our table currently only had us, Kit, Sam, Tyler and Misha at, so it wasn't like the entire room would hear our conversation.

"Honestly, I don't know. That's why I stepped between them. When everything went down last year, Jensen was the one most disappointed because he'd genuinely thought Matt was it for me. He took to him like a brother and thought he was brilliant, so when everything went tits up, he was fuming and-"

"Was constantly talking about wanting to wring his little neck," Jensen finished, his shadow casting over the table as he stood behind me I realised, "I don't think I'd have swung for him though, not here where we're on camera anyway,"

"I'd have probably must of done it, just throwing it out there to the table," Misha rambled, his words now making less sense than before, "He deserves it Jensen,"

"Now you're just encouraging him," Tyler chuckled, patting Misha's back, "Though you're not wrong," he whispered.

"Guys come on, it was over a year and a half ago now and I've just had a perfectly normal and civilised conversation with him," I shook my head, "Nobody needn't be throwing punches at anyone ok?" I glanced around, shock was visible in all their expressions, tilting my head back so I could see Jensen I frowned, "That includes you mister!"

"Ivy,"

"Jensen," I mocked his condescending tone laughing.

"You wasn't the one who had to watch you crumble and self destruct after what he did though, I did," he watched me carefully, "He deserves to feel how you felt,"

"I know you did and you were the one who took care of me when I was alone and I'll forever be grateful for that but i won't stoop so low as to make sure he suffers like I did, nobody should be forced to feel that way," I shrugged, "It sucks and no one deserves to feel that way,"

"You're too kind and forgiving for this world little sister," he mumbled patting my head.

"So I've been told,"