Blood and Bourbon

7

I saw a phone call coming from Brian and hit ignore. I'm not in the mood to talk on the phone right now. I gestured for the bartender to bring me another drink, and groaned as the jukebox- yes, an actual jukebox - changed to a twangy country song. I let out a loud sigh as I pushed my empty glass away, and but my head in my hand, pouting. I'm not in the mood for this. Damon was leaned back in the chair across from me, looking ever comfortable, even in the rock hard chair that matched mine.

"Why the long face, Belle?" He smiled that half smile of his and leaned his chair back, seemingly ignoring the annoying squeak it makes every time he does it. Just then, the bartender dropped my drink in front of me, without a glance. I've been coming here for months now, and Damon is around just about every single time. I guess he's finally taking a hint and moving on to some other poor girls cleavage.

"My father is getting married." I stated, pulling a long drink from my glass. He rocked forward and furrowed his brows. "Is that bad? I thought your parents had been broken up since you were a kid."
I sighed. "They have. I'm not upset that he's getting married. I'm upset that I have to go back home to Forks."

"Ahh... Back to Forks, no wonder you're upset. I'd be upset if I had to go to some fumpy town called Forks too." Shooting him a dirty look, I said "I left a lot behind in Forks. It'll be great to see my dad again, but there are a lot of memories I don't want to be reminded of there."

Reaching forward, he squeezed my knee in comfort. "I'm sure it won't be so bad. You'll be busy meeting your new step mom and visiting your dad, you won't even think about that asshole ex of yours, or his family."

I had told him about the person I fell in love with who suddenly disappeared and took a whole family with him when I was hammered about a week ago. This is becoming a pattern for me. Luckily, I didn't spill anything about what the Cullen's are this time. I'd gotten incredibly lucky when I told Brian, I couldn't get lucky enough that another man I'm close to just happens to know about the supernatural when I drunkenly blurt out secrets that could get me killed to them again.

"Oh. You were with Damon." I heard Brian say over the phone. He wasn't very fond of Damon, I swear he's more worried about me getting my heart broken again than I am.

Ignoring his distasteful tone, I replied "Yeah, I needed to vent a little and have a drink to calm my nerves about going back in a few weeks."
"Bella, you'll be fine! And while you're here you'll get to see little ole me" he let his southern twang come out in full force. Giggling, I said "I guess you're right, it can't be that bad if I can see you. Speaking of, wanna be my plus one to the wedding?"
He cleared his throat and shakily said "Well, actually, ummm... I've been seeing a girl from the reservation and I've already agreed to be her date. If you need me to bail just let me know, Bella, you know I wouldn't just disappoint you like that, I-"
"Shut up, Bri, it's fine!" He let out a big sigh. "I can go with out one, it won't be the end of the world. Besides, I'm in the wedding party, which practically means my date will be provided to me."
Brian laughed, and said "wooh. Thank god you're cool, Bella. I really like this girl. And I wouldn't want to risk your dad remembering me as the guy serving his underaged daughter alcohol AND having him see you hang off my arm." We talked for awhile longer, before we hung up and I went to sleep.

It was early the next morning when I ran into Damon, I was walking into a diner to get breakfast when I saw him, sitting casually at a booth. I almost made it over to join him when a tall, skinny, beautiful brunette sat down across from him. I quickly ducked into a booth a few tables down from them, suddenly wishing I was anywhere else.
I rushed out an order to the waitress that came up to my table, and burying my head in my hands. I was stupid, I shouldn't be feeling like this. It's not like he's cheating on me! I don't even want him! Just because we've been flirting and hanging out for the past couple of months doesn't mean we're together. It doesn't.