Idas eyes burned blurry lines. She barely could keep her feet on the ground in her drunken state. But with her arms around Caspian and Caspians lips on hers, she couldn't find herself caring.
"Cas, man!" Someone shouted behind the swaying couple.
Caspian immediately pulled his lips from Idas, earning him a frown on her side. She continued to lean into his touch as they both looked behind to see Drew, Caspians best friend grinning at them.
"Hey, dude. What're you doing here?" Caspian asked, voice clear and steady unlike Idas slur.
Drew lifted a shoulder in a sly shrug, "Havin' a good time, 'course." He chuckled and so did Caspian. It made Ida feel invisible and left out on some type of inside joke.
So to retaliate, she tugged on his collar and poked her lips out on his shoulder blade.
"Ades! Come on, knock it off." He told her in a small voice like she was a child getting reprimanded and he averted his eyes back to Drew.
Ida rolled her eyes, pushing herself off of him, he didn't even blink.
With a huff, she trekked towards the bar. Suddenly incredibly thirsty for a refill and maybe some attention. Once she reached the bar, she steadied her wobbly knees against the bottom edge of his bar table, and pursued the bartender—whom had his back facing her—with her elbows craned on the countertop.
She cat-whistled playfully and laughed when the bartenders head tilted up in an irritated manner. Which only made her choke and cough on her aching laughter.
"Vodka, please!" She sang out, crying it—like a whimpering kid who wanted a toy. Her eyes watched the man's back muscles tense at her voice but soon began working, still not bothering to turn to face her nor talk.
"Damn, honey." Someone howled beside her and when she turned to look, stood a middle aged man with subtle facial hair.
Ida scoffed, but the side of her that is filled with alcohol fluttered her eyes and flashed the man a seductive grin.
The bartender cleared his throat, harshly slamming her drink onto the table.
She rolled her eyes, turning her sight from the man down towards her drink. Just as she curled the glass around her fingers, a voice, a snarled heavy voice spoke.
"I suggest you leave her the fuck alone before I kick your ass."
Suddenly all of Idas attention snapped away from her drink. She no longer was under the influence, sobering up right as she heard the voice. That familiar voice that she trusted so deeply until it crumbled into nothing and everything at the same time.
Brown eyes connected blue and the world seemed to stop moving.
But he wasn't looking at her. No, he was looking, strikingly, at the middle aged man who suggestively commented at Ida.
"Oh, yeah? You sure about that, kid?" Beard gurgled with a stutter in his words, wobbling in his legs as his alcohol consumption showed itself. A glare flashing his features.
"Oliver." Ida spoke just as her ex-boyfriend—the bartender—raised his hand over the counter, fisting his knuckles to punch the man.
Oliver shifted his eyes back to Ida. A lifetime of emotions and memories running through one ear and out the other. The room was hot and becoming smaller by the second. It felt like it was only just the two of them. Even though there was a bar separating the twos body, she could feel the warmth of his hot skin. The heated streaks of tongue and kisses he's left on her veins.
"I'm sorry..h-he's my brother and he's stupid in the head." Ida explained, lying to the middle aged man.
He grumbled a couple curses before turning his body away from them and talking to an older lady whom was dressed like a prostitution in a tight cheetah print dress.
"Ida." He said her name and it took everything in Ida to not slap him in the face and sob and sob, at the same time she felt the urge to hug him. For him to hug her. For him to kiss her. Tell her he made a mistake. She wanted him to beg for forgiveness more than anything, though.
"I-I can't believe.." He trailed off, narrowing his eyes as he took her in. His neck bobbing when he swallowed the lump built up in his throat.
"Why are you here?" She asked, regaining her voice finally, although it still felt cracked.
"Um." He gulped once more. "The exchange program is over. So I'm back..I'm back for good, Ida." He told her, tilting his head down and efficiently losing eye contact with her.
"Oh." She said curtly, nodding her head in a friendly gesture. Wanting to end this conversation before it could get any farther, she shoved her hands into her side purse and pulled out money to pay for her drink.
"No, please," He started, looking down at her extended hand that held the dollar bills in. "It's on the house." He finished, flashing her a fake smile that most people would believe but Ida wasn't most people. And Ida could see right through him.
"Thanks." She mumbled, gripping the glass with an immense force and skirting away, weaving past the crowds of people dancing. Eyes dragging around the club in search of her boyfriend. The want to get as far as possible from Oliver only growing as she walked on.
It all finally clicked now. Oliver used to live next door before he went on the foreign exchange student program. He went to Germany. He never contacted her, and it only further made it clear how much done their relationship had become. When Ida and Caspian were fooling around in the backyard the other night, people were taking at their neighbors which so possibly could've been Oliver and his family.
And if it was then Ida was ruined. If it was Oliver and his family that meant they heard or most likely heard her and Cas doing the dirty. Which is so fucked up.
Someone caught her elbow in a firm hold behind. She was so frustrated that she was about to scream and kick the person in the groin but when she turned and saw it was Caspian, her expression softened.
"Hey." He whispered, intertwining their hands.
"Can we go?" She asked, tilting her head towards the door and squeezing his hand.
"What? Why? Did someone touch you?" He asked, face hardening and eyes immediately flashing towards the bar.
Before he could get too far in detective mode, Ida grabbed his jaw in between her fingers of her free hand.
"No, I'm fine." She smiled reassuringly, squeezing his hand again, "jus' tired."
He nodded, squeezing her hand back, "Okay. Let's go." He said and kissed the top of her forehead.
The couple walked out of the club, hand in hand. Smiling and half sober-half drunk. Ida tried so, so hard to forget. To just be with her boyfriend and be happy and smiley. But as she left the club, her head looked over her shoulder, and almost as if it was meant to happen, her eyes caught onto Oliver's. Both of them staring into each other's gaze with so much bent up feelings.
