Trouvaille

The Dryland

It was nice to get drunk sometimes, to drown yourself with alcohol. Because that's the only time you can innocently, honestly and boldly express the true you to the world. Without fear of what's going to happen after and without regrets not until you wake up with hangover.

"Jacques? Jacques had a serious relationship?" I asked dryly, deep inside I couldn't believe what I just heard.

Hera nodded and smirked after refiling her empty glass.

Alcohol seemed to get into me that I feel so hot inside. I wanted to take my top of, or at least take off what's covering my arms but I feel so drained, I'm too tired to do so.

"He...he did nothing when Helena left with Jacques." She added talking about her husband.

"Why? I mean, if it's not too much to ask."

She shook her head and laugh lightly.

"Well he told me this already, and I believe him."

"He said, it's not because of Helena." She said reminiscing, looking at the glass she's holding like she's looking at the different side of it but very close to what she's talking about.

"Then, who?" I asked.

She fired another shot of liquor to her throat before answering.

"Jacques...Matthias valued their friendship more than his feelings to Helena. And he already met me that time." She said, winking at me at the end of her statement.

I drank another glass of liquor and closed my eyes after I felt the burning of my throat. This ale sure is so wild and strong for a lady.

She laughed at my reaction and stood quickly from her seat. Her balance is completely unstable and her gracefulness was long gone.

"You know, we... we should call this for a night." She mumbled almost muffled.

I closed my eyes for a moment when everything I could see sways hard. After I opened my eyes I heard loud noises coming inside where we are. Noises and rants, loud steps and groans.

"Now we're doom." Hera said before she half rested her head to the table.

I couldn't contain my balance from my seat that I almost plunged flatly and hard into the floor if someone with his familiar scent did not catch me with his strong arms and rough hands.

"Oh you woman. Stubborn, Stubborn woman!" The last thing I heard before I saw another familiar someone carrying Hera out from the room.

"Oh, it's the Sparrow! My ever so hairy bunny." Hera mumbled drunkenly.

"Shut up, you sneaky drunkard." I heard the sparrows said, his voice getting little as they ventures forth away from the room.

I forced myself to stand even when I could not really maintain my stance. But it was all wasted, my strength was worn out when the familiar man put his arms behind my knee hole and seconds after, I felt my body rise, with my full weight on his arms, he carried me away from the room. I growled from his hold and wriggled for protest.

"Stop moving." He said as authoritative as he is. His voice made me move and protest more, I don't even know why I'm protesting. I just feel like it. Blame it all to the alcohol.

"Why would I? Huh? As if...oh look at that cute beard." I touched his growing beard and traced his jaw. I couldn't suppress my smile and laughter after I touched his jaw, there was this great satisfaction after I did it.

He did not thwart away from my hold and even stared at me intensely. His intense gaze made me even more drunk than the alcohol. I fixed my eyes to his orbs, the black orbs that could lead you to many things. May it be in complete darkness or in gray.