Paris: Book 1 (Nightwing X OC X Red Hood)

Chapter 16

After staying up for more than three hours, I ended up changing into some clothes. Black Skinny jeans, a black top, my black jacket with fur trim on the hood, and my black boots. Jason turned over, still asleep. I grabbed my gloves, wallet, and keys before leaving the house. I needed to get rid of my pain just for the moment, and I'm pretty sure a bar was nearby. I turned on my phone and shut off the tracker, just in case he decides to follow me. There was a bar just north of here that sells great wings and beer.

So here I am, sitting by myself in an old ass bar with great beer and a plate of hot wings. My eyes were scanning everyone and everything; A habit I learned from Selina while I was young. I can see the gold chains, the fake diamond rings, and rusting silver on everyone's fingers. I didn't feel like stealing tonight, so I just enjoyed my beer and ate my wings. My mind was playing the same scene over and over again. He kissed her. It wasn't a peck on the lips, but a smooch. His hands were on her body, and he didn't look confused or put under a spell. I finished the rest of my beer and ordered a refill. This was my fourth cup and the buzz was starting to get to me. I needed something stronger. So I ordered some tequila and some patron bought me a very dirty martini. My senses were slowing down, and it was hard for me to focus. I was laughing at any and everything that wasn't entirely funny. I was pulling out my phone and sending random text messages to Dick and hoping I'd wake him up. It's a shame that Apollo didn't have a cell phone.

I was dancing with the other guests and taking shots of vodka with them. Enjoying my time while making sure my wallet was still in my bra. We were singing some old Irish song about whiskey in a jar, and an Irish rover.  slurring our words every so often and laughing.I was drinking a small glass of whiskey when I turned around and saw Dick standing by the door in a T-shirt and blue jeans. He looked so tired and annoyed, "Dick!"

"Dick!" The crowd greeted. Dick nervously waves at the others before shifting towards me. I was laughing while motioning him towards the bar. He takes the cup from my hand and sets it closer to him so I couldn't reach him.

"What are you doing here this late?" He asks. "Jason's been calling me over and over asking me if I've seen you."

I didn't want to hear his name. I wanted to think about nothing and feel nothing, but for some reason Jason was still there. Forged into my head and not leaving. "He said that you were there one minute and then gone the next. Why are you here?"

"Does it matter~?" I ask. reaching past him to get my drink, but Dick took my hand and held it tight. "I'm just a dumbass lookin' for a drink."

"You're not a dumbass," He insisted. "You're hurting and this isn't the way to cope yourself."

" I think it is," I explained. "I wanted to drink with a friend, not a lecture about my coping mechanisms."

"Let me take you home," He says, while standing up. "I have liquor at my place and we can drink as much as you want. I just don't like you drinking alone at a bar."

"Well no shit, that's why I called you." I remarked. which earned a dark glare from Dick. He gently pulls me from my bar and friends, just to into his car.

"What happened between you and Jason?" He asks. I was silent at first, but feeling his hand on top of mine made me feel warmer inside.

"He cheated on me with Artemis," I mutter. "I was stupid to think that I was in love with him, or that he could possibly love me."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Paris." His voice was soothing.

"I should've stepped away the moment I noticed things, but I brushed them off as insecurites. He was my first boyfriend in a very long time, and I just let him in not even thinking about the consequences and now look..." I was crying again. "Now look where I am, hurting because he loves someone else more than he has ever loved me...and now I'm drunk and crying."