Beneath The Mask

107. Because John Legend Was A Legendary Fish!

This week's 'Cliffer of the Week' title goes to amtulbaseer

And I would like to dedicate this week's chapter to khurthiana29 latalove

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Daniel's POV:

I took a sip of my small glass of martini as a stool beside me screeched, signalling the arrival of a person. From my peripheral vision, I could make out the top of voluminous black hair that matched with the slightly tanned skin of his face. "Perfect!" I hissed, and took a swing of my drink in one go.

"They say drinking causes more problems than it can actually cure."

I swung around the revolving stool to face him with a tight lipped smile that stretched inhumanely across my face. "And I thought bars were not your type of scene."

He chuckled, and leaned onto the counter facing me. "They are not, but doesn't mean that I can't tolerate them when I have to."

"What do you want, Brian?"

"I want to talk with you."

"That's surprising." I chuckled, and signalled the bartender to bring me another tray of drinks. "I thought you only spoke with my girlfriend."

He sighed, and his face turned serious. "Well, it is about her in a way." My head whipped to his side, and I glared at him.

He sighed in frustration like he was tired of explaining to a child, how chocolate was bad for his health. "Look, it's not what you think."

"Oh, now you know what I think?" I chuckled, glaring deep at him, hoping he could get the message that in no way it could be mistaken as being friendly. "Please, enlighten me. What is it that I think?"

His lips set into a grim line as he tilted his head to scan my face. I kept my eyes head on straight. In no way was I backing up, and letting him win. "You're afraid that I might take Sam away from you."

My grip on the shot glass tightened. If I pressed it anymore tighter, it would burst out in pieces, and hopefully pierce his eyes in the process. "Don't think so highly of yourself. I do not give you that much credit."

"I know." He nodded. "But I didn't mean it in that way. I meant that when I take Cathy home, you're afraid that Sam is going to leave along with her."

"What?!" My alcohol induced mind cleared up, and never have I felt so sober before. "What do you mean when you take Cath away? Nobody is taking no one anywhere."

"Daniel, she is my sister."

"That ran away from you."

His lips set into a grim line as he clenched his jaws to control his anger. "You're drunk. I advise you not to let out words about things you don't know of, and cross the line. You might regret it later."

"I crossed the line?" I laughed hysterically, not minding that I looked like a mad man. "It's you who are in involved in matters that don't concern you!"

"What matters?" He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion which made me roll my eyes.

"Really? You're gonna play dumb now? I am talking about Sam. Don't you always have something to tell her? Sammy do this, Sammy do that." I mimicked the voice of a high pitched girl. "What do you call that? She is my girlfriend, and I advise you to take that into that thick skull of yours."