𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

45 - [JM] Champers

C H A M P E R S
noun [sham-perz]

Champagne.

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You stepped into the restaurant with your husband by your side, holding your hand tightly. At the front desk he stated his name for the reservation he had made last week. You were having dinner with another couple, one of your husband's friends from back home who is visiting.

"Isn't this place too fancy?" You leaned towards him and whispered, making him chuckle.

"No I don't think so-"

"I feel under dressed," You expressed, glancing down at the plain black pants and white dress shirt tucked in, and frowned.

James stopped and turned to look at you deeply. "You look lovely," He kissed your cheek, "Just relax, it'll be alright. Your nervousness is transferring onto me."

You walked towards an empty table with four seats and as you were about to sit down, you heard someone call out yours and your husband's names.

You turned to look and found that the other couple was making their way towards the table.

"Hi James! Hey [y/n]!" The woman, Hilary greeted and you smiled softly. Walking up to her and she gave you a tight hug, which caused you to grimace. Your body ached.

You then stepped to her husband Howard and greeted him. The group of four walked to the table and took their seats, each couple sitting opposite of each other.

*****

Even though you were having a good time socialising with the other people present at the table, you felt uncomfortable. You were a little under the weather and you didn't feel like eating anything, even though everything looked extremely tempting. Your stomach wasn't giving you an easy time.

You rubbed your forehead then poured yourself a glass of water to settle your queasiness.

"So what plans do the two of your have for the near future?" Howard asked and James raises his eyebrows, swallowing the piece of meat that he was chewing in his mouth.

"Well my agent has hooked me up with two roles that are completely different from each other. Personally, I want to try to do roles that are diverse and avoid repetitiveness," James explains, "You've got something new too..."

Their voices faded away slowly from the centre of your attention. You suddenly felt a wave of sickness flood through your body and you clenched the side of the chair you were seated-

"What about you [y/n]?" Hilary questioned and your attention diverted back to the conversation at the table from your body.

"Wh-What..." You glanced to James with confusion.

Hilary raised an eyebrow and asked, "How's work going [y/n]."

"Work is... g-good. Nothing much happ-"

You got up all of a sudden and excused yourself from the table. You rushed to the washroom and entered into a stall, locking the door behind you.