Redemption

6 - Fuzzy Feeling

Chapter 6 ~ Fuzzy Feeling

The first sip of alcohol almost triggers my gag reflex but I push through it like Harry did with his own drink.

Tyler and Giselle gasp as I suck it dry, making sure not to leave one drop. I hand it back to Tyler, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I look in the mirror, satisfied with how I still look pretty decent, considering the wind is blowing terribly on the patio.

I open the bathroom door, leaving them to talk all they want about me. I can already feel the alcohol burning in my empty stomach, getting ready to pump through the my veins.

My heels don't effect the way I walk, it's just who I see. Harry is standing at the inside bar, talking a girl. She may be with friends but the way her body is angled and the look of her face all tells me that she has bigger plans in store for her and Harry.

Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's the raw jealousy burning in my stomach as I storm over to the bar. It's a young man who probably goes to the U.

"Can I have a water?" I ask him innocently, leaning against the counter for support. He blushes and nods, obviously seeing my cleavage that is being exposed. I don't even have to look, I can feel his eyes on me, watching me move. He's on the opposite side of the bar with a perfect view of me, and I have a perfect view of him.

The bartender comes back with my water. I thank him, taking a tiny sip. Was that vodka? I haven't drank enough in my life to know alcohol by blind taste.

I steal a look at Harry but he's gone, leaving that girl all alone once again. I pout, sitting down on the chair and staring at the ice cubes float in my water.

"I hope you like steak," Harry says. I jump, my eyes landing on his face. He sits down next to me, waving the bartender over.

The young man scurries over, giving his attention to him. Harry orders another Jack Daniels then turns his attention back to me.

"Well," he raises his eyebrows, "do you?"

I stare at him with a blank look, the alcohol already affecting my brain. "Do you like steak?" Harry repeats for the third time.

I sigh, shrugging my shoulders while I look back at my water. "I don't know if I can eat right now."

Harry smiles slightly, looking back to the door of the women's restroom. "Did you eat something else while you were in there?"

My eyes widen at the dirty remark. "You're fucking gross. I drank a flask clean, and now I don't feel so good."

"You've been drinking?" Harry asks, clearly surprised by my information. I proudly nod my head, telling myself that I proved him wrong in some way. The restaurant slowly starts to fill, making us have to raise our voices a little louder to hear each other.

"Yes, sir," I do a mock salute that makes a small smile dance on Harry's lips but it disappears as soon as his glass of Jack Daniels is set down in front of him. He stares at it for a second before sliding it over to me.

"I don't believe you," he pushes, his voice dropping to a level where I know he's challenging me. I look at him, squinting my eyes at him with annoyance. He thinks I won't. I quickly check to see that the bartender is occupied before I let the putrid liquid glide down my throat smoothly. In one gulp, it's gone.

I silently thank Jas for all the practice. Since she was one of the most popular girls in our high school class, I have seen my fair share of parties along with all the shots. A couple years ago I never would of seen myself drinking because of the deep hatred I have for my mom but I soon discovered that alcohol will numb any feelings I have in general.