Running Wolf

7: drunken tongues

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The adrenaline pumping through Katya felt weird. Not like the nauseating feeling or on a verge of a migraine. It felt like the endurance tests Uncle Andrew would set up for her. She always knew what was coming but it never stopped her heart from picking up speed.

Charlie must've felt the same way. Eyes going from the strobe lights to the large crowds of people and back. His face broke out into a smile, eyes bright and mischievous. "Let's get fucked uuuup!" He hollered dragging Katya over to the bar.

Charlie sat right in front of the bartender that was wiping down the counter. Charlie seemed to already know him by the way his eyes lit up when they made eyes contact. His tight shirt and vest making him muscles puff out. A tattoo, two parallel lines with a dragon and flowers wrapped around them made his arms seem larger and toned. His skin a beautiful shade of brown. A few shades darker than Elijah's.

Katya quickly averted my eyes. It was odd to be noticing other men like this. Mostly thinking about that damn Elijah. Although he was unnecessarily rude, she had to admit he was beautiful. Milk chocolate skin and even darker eyes. And she's always had a thing for dreads.

But with Duncan she couldn't even think about how someone looked. She'd never dare hold her head up when talking to men, which wasn't much anyway. Katya make sure to only do it out of respect.

He isn't here anymore. He's gone.

I guess old habits die hard then.

"And what would you like?" Another thing about Duncan is that she couldn't drinks. Apparently too many times where she's been a sloppy drunk, whining and begging for his attention. She shakes head at the thought.

"Uh, whiskey right now." she mumbled, looking towards her hands.

Charlie whistle, bringing what looks like vodka to his lips. He has the other shot glasses on the table as well.

"What?" She pressed her lips together as the bitter taste burns all the way down.

"Ah, you don't really look like the type to drink something hard like that." He smirks around his glass, throwing his head back and pressing his lips together, eyes shut.

"Really now?" Katya didn't wait for his reply, taking his shots, looking into them glass hesitantly. She nearly inhaled all of them, the heat settling in her chest. Her eyes were slightly teary but she blinks them back. "Refreshing." She coughs out.

Charlie smiles his goofy smile and the unnamed bartender gives to more drinks. "Cheers!" He nearly shouts over the music.

"Cheers."

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Time seems non-existent as of right now. She's something between tipsy and drunk and Charlie is swearing there's three Evans, our very sexy bartender, in a doorman's suit so he's pissed out of his mind.

"Hey, how are you and Kai? That boy you like?"

With Mr. Sexy being on the job he couldn't drink if though she promised she wouldn't tell. She is really good at keeping secrets.

Charlie's face scrunched up to one of anger. "That good for nothing piece of shit! Don't even say his name! He- after you left, wouldn't even look at me! He drove them to the shop and didn't even greet me. I mean looooook at meee. I deserve to be looked at, right? Right Evs?" Charlie eyes looked like they were tearing up, but his face was too blurry for me to see clearly."

She took a long sip of her now more fruity and soft drink. It was a super pretty blue and had the sour tang of lemon.

"Definitely, Charlie." If Katya was a little more somber she'd probably tease Charlie right now. Laugh as he'd get all pink cheeked her was getting and how dehydrated he looked. That little theist boy.