Insatiable (UNDERGOING REWRITES)

Chapter 10 : Ezra Sato

I really had to find a new best friend.

Or just find different friends. Better friends. Friends that won't threaten to blackmail me and drag me out of the house when they know quite well I would rather be doing anything but sitting by myself at the bar of a raucous club. Who in their right mind would ever want to do such a thing, even for their best friend.

Maybe I'd be better off not having any friends at all. Then I'd would only be responsible for myself and have nobody nag me for just being myself. That seemed like the best of both worlds. I could also watch anything I wanted on TV without someone making snide comments in the background, trying to spoil all kinds of movies for me.

Julian Mason was far from a bad friend. He was the only one I have. Only one I probably will ever have. He's been more like family to me than the ones I was related to by blood. But he could be difficult sometimes.

A lot of the time.

That was just his charm though, or so he likes to remind me.

It was how I found myself sitting at the end of the bar at Poison, not making eye contact with anyone but the bartender. Joey, I think his name was. And I only made eye contact with him the times I needed a refill on my water. And more onion rings. Because Julian refused to let me drink. Which isn't that big of a deal as I'm not a drinker myself. Julian only drank on certain occasions when he was desperate for a lay or in dire need of clubbing. He very rarely drank at home, maybe some wine when we had guests over.

It's been three years coming up soon since I've sworn off alcohol. Those stupid years that I was practically worshiping anything that could get be drunk the fastest were the worst years of my life. I've come to terms with my previous alcoholism, and with the help of Julian, I found help of my own. The AA groups helped at first, but they weren't forever. My personal therapist, Gina, was a saint for me. I've even got her number memorized, much to Julian's amusement.

Gina French was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Our first meeting was something I will never forget and something Julian will never let me live down. I had asked him to join in the first meeting for both as support for me and to give Gina an outside perspective at her request. Julian sat next to me, humor dancing on his features as he observed me ogle Gina the entire time. I'm sure she noticed from the sly smile she gave me at the end of the meeting. And it was only then when I was shaking her hand did I see the wedding ring on her finger.

I had no chance.

It was at the second meeting that I found out she was a lesbian.

I really had no chance.

But Gina was nice and understanding. She listened to me without judgement, like all therapists. But she gave off that aura of empathy. The comforting kind of person who you could just let everything go in their presence. She always gave me tips to control myself, know my limits and such. She's even been helping me with the depression that I had no idea I had, or rather was never diagnosed with before. There were even times where she knew more about me than I knew about myself.

And it was times like these that I desperately wished I could talk with her.

The beat of the music thumped all around, even shaking a few of the bottles behind the counter. If the music were any louder, the bass any louder, all those bottles would certainly topple over.

The bar actually wasn't as crowded as it could be on a Friday night. But most people were on the dance floor, smooshed together and dancing on one another. Julian had joined the ranks some time ago, leaving me by myself at the bar. I watched the throng of people all grinding and bouncing against each other. People shouted out the lyrics to each song.