Thin Line

14. Are you in a celebratory mood?

"I think we need to celebrate!" Luke exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

"Celebrate what?" Hunter said, refusing to share the same enthusiasm as Luke.

"Celebrate tonight," He replied, in an 'duh' kind of tone.

"Shut up man, we're still short on cash and time. There's nothing to celebrate."

I was expecting Luke's mood to take a dip but that boy was adamant to have some fun. "Fuck it Hunter, if we really are running out of time then I don't want my last few days to be like this. Let me get drunk and fuck a bitch while I still can."

Hunter didn't respond immediately, he looked into the rear view mirror and made eye contact with me. "Are you in a celebratory mood?" He asked, mocking Luke almost.

Was I in a celebratory mood? I mean, we were still far from home and we didn't make enough money. Not to mention, they just spoke about running out of days to live like it was a casual conversation. What was there to celebrate?

"My feet hurt." I replied. Not the answer either one of them was expecting but it was true. The pain was starting to kick in from the tight heels.

"A drink will take that pain away," Luke spoke up, pushing his agenda forward.

"I don't drink," I stated firmly. I had done so before and I absolutely hated it.

Luke twisted his body to turn and look at me, a dead expression over his face, "I bet you also don't steal people's money and run away with people you barely know, but hey, new changes are upon us."

It wasn't until Hunter parked the car that Luke finally stopped talking, I looked ahead to see a green neon light boldly displaying 'Daniels Bar'. Looked like we were celebrating after all.

"Just an hour Luke," Hunter clearly expressed, cutting off the engine. Luke was apparently too excited to even protest the short time frame, he exited the car immediately and made his way to the entrance.

I, on the other hand, had trouble standing upright. I also had trouble walking the short distance to the bar. Rather than helping me, Hunter rolled his eyes at my small steps and told me to get a move on.

The smell of beer and the sound of trashy white music hit me instantly as we entered the place. The bar was old school. It was almost out of a movie, like the diner we had first gone to. There was a long wooden table separating the customers and bartenders, a pool table on the far end of the place, seats ranging from booths to tables and people of all ages.

It was odd, I hadn't ever seen bikies and young hipsters mingle before.

We caught sight of Luke at the bar, he was looking around the place with a drink in his hand, no doubt trying to find a 'bitch to fuck.'

"Come on," Hunter said. I followed him to a booth at the end of the place, next to the pool table. He sat down first.

"You're not ordering a drink?" I asked, sliding in across him.

"Nah, watch, the dumbass is going to drink enough for all three of us." I followed his gaze to Luke who was now ordering another round of drinks, this time it was for him and a girl.

"That was quick," I muttered. I had forgotten how attractive the boys were, obviously it wouldn't take them long to find interested females.

Was it wrong that I felt sort of annoyed? Had he only been dropping flirty comments the last two days because I was the only girl around him?

"I'm going to get a drink," I announced, getting up from my spot. I wasn't going to get upset over that, my feelings were already all over the place because of one dumbass, I didn't want to make it two for myself.