Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 22. The bar!

After a while of driving around we spot the bar.
We pull around to the entrance and park close. "So who should we use as the driver Hm?" Tim asks. I roll my eyes, "why not get a pick me up?" I propose. He chuckles and we get out. We approach the bar and he opens the door "ladies first." he states. "He'll yeah I'm a queen!" I state. He shakes his head and follows me in. Smoke fills the air as ciggerattes and cigars are placed in around half the mens, and some percent of the womens, mouths. I find myself used to the smell. "So, how about you buy me a drink hm?" I ask. Tim rolls his eyes and walks towards the counter, I tag along happily. I don't have much experience with alcohol, but I have enough to know my limit. Being able to see all the faces of the people around me, it feels, unusual.
Tim grins at the bartender, and immediately the man grabs vodka. I hum taking a guess and saying he come here often. "Hmm. You know, I don't know what you're into..." Tim looks at me with a questioning gaze. "Oh. I'll usually take (insert name or brand)" I answer. Tim nods and winks at the bartender who grins pouring me a glass of my usual. I pick it up and take a sip, drowning my thoughts in the flavor. I pull the glass from my lips and swish the liquid in circles a few times. A content sigh leaves my lips as I look up to the wall of beverages. "So, how is it to finally be able to see?" he Tim asks. I look over to him a second, trying to hide my shock, "what? I'm not blind." I state. Not lying...much.
Tim gives up in seconds and takes a sip of his vodka. He doesn't even bat an eye before downing the glass. So he drinks like he smokes... I return to my drink and grin slightly. "So. How's it feel to be alive again?" I ask. Tim gives me a thoughtful look before shaking his head and laughing a bit, "better. That's for sure. Being dead... Not too exciting. Its just... Black," he says bitterly. I nudge him playfully only to hear a chuckle and get a small kiss on my cheek. I chug down the last of my drink and stand up walking to the tv and karaoke machine, Tim chases after me. "Dare you." I say devilishly. Tim makes a face where he clenches his teeth in a weird frown and tilts his head widening his eyes. Then he grabs the Mic. (Name the song). "I'm not drunk enough for this shit" he growls. Tim looks at me a second before looking up the lyrics. He presses the video and the music starts immediately. After the intro he starts singing. I smile listening to his deep voice and soon enough I'm singing along with him. I'm no professional, but I have a voice. The bar quiets down and looks to us, I don't even notice as I sing along. I close my eyes swinging my hips to the beat, Tim's eyes soften as he sings with me and I can feel my face heat up a little. Damn this flustered face of mine. He must have noticed the blush on my cheeks because he smiles a little. I hum a little as the song ends and he lowers the Mic. The entire bar starts clapping which snaps me back to reality. My face heats up a bit more as a few whistles are blown and some people ask for more. I sigh looking to Timothy who shrugs a bit. I smile grabbing own Mic and pressing play on another song. This goes on for a while, and I almost wish for it yo last a little longer, but Tim and I leave and head back towards the mansion. Tonight was fun. I don't know the last time I had fun...
My mind drifts as my eyes close. The car slows down at a light or something, but I don't care to check. My vision fades in from black to bright pink. Clouds fill the air and trees dance as a soft breeze goes bye. Its peaceful. "Lers play again!" my little brother says happily throwing his hands up a second. He smiles a second closing his eyes. I smile but before I can speak he catches fire. "Why did you let this happen?" he asks crying. He burns in front of me. I scream but make no sound. I call his name over and over only to say nothing.
"(Y/n)... Wake up..." Tim says. He hands me my mask which I put on quickly. I get out groggily and shut my door. We head inside and to my room. He follows me in and I plop down on my bed.
"I feel like I have a head ache coming on..." I sigh. Tim lies down beside me and hums in agreement. A little yawn and stretch before I curl into his side. "We have to work soon..." I mention. A small groan from Tim makes me laugh. It like I'm a parent who just reminded my child school starts back tomorrow. I chuckle at the thought. "We didn't drink nearly enough. I was able to drive home safely." he protests with a slight pout. I grin a little as I kiss his cheek. "Wait right here. Lemme see what we have downstairs." I say with a smile. Tim sits up a second and looks over to me, "have you been sneaking drinks?" he asks. "Maasyyybe. Only when I feel guilty. So far, I've killed teens, adults, and 5 year olds. I think I can drown my sorrows in vodka by myself thank you." I say in a state of fact tone. Tim looks off to the side a second before nodding, I guess not everyone enjoys killing as much as they claim. Jeff, a definite psycho. Tim, not do much. Ben? What the actual hell. I don't even know. Hoodie.... He hates it. I know that for a fact. He gets home in the morning from a mission as well, so he probably won't want to be bothered for a bit.
I stand up walking to the kitchen to grab some more drinks when Tim grabs my arm, pulling me down onto the bed again. "Nope. I'm not drunk, but I'm not sober enough to let you go that easily. I want to sleep before getting a headache, otherwise tomorrow we both suffer.'' he says. I sigh knowing he's right, no matter how tempting, its gonna suck. I nod laying down and closing my eyes. He pulls me closer and I smile slightly. Soon enough we both drift off, though I couldn't tell you who went first. I can only tell you that my dreams were empty but my imagination still ran wild. Thoughts carry me through the night, though I sleep my subconscious wakes. Even though I'm not fully aware, I know that these thoughts will stick with me, when I'm on a mission, or eating my dinner, they'll echoe. He won't stay forever. You don't belong. Puppet. Proxy. Slave. Murderer. Her screams... Make them stop....I didn't want too....stop....no.....he doesn't love me....no....nothing, you control....nothing....
I snap awake to see Tim is gone, right before remembering its his turn to cook. I sigh as I sit up. A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my right cheek, my mind is a dark place ... That's for sure... And when I sleep, I think that's when it hurts the most. I think I'll stay awake tonight....

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