wanderlust | m.m.

two.

boy was i right.

the night was barely getting started, but to me it felt like an eternity had passed. the cycle of watson doing his best to convince me to have a drink but ultimately giving up and drinking it himself had already run its course multiple times. i couldn't help but notice that each time around, it took less time for watson to decide to "take one for the team" and down the drink himself.

some team we were. a slightly grouchy, extremely sober girl and an extremely intoxicated, self declared "team leader". i'm sure we would conquer every challenge thrown our way with ease. in watson's case, the challenge seemed to be speaking without slurring his words. that liquor was really getting to him.

"n-now. youuuu," he said, wagging his pointer finger in my face before doing his best to place it on the tip of my nose, but finding my cheek instead "can go be a good ssssidekick-ck while i go dance."

"sidekick?" i questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"yyyup. pretty girls. send my way."

great, now he wasn't even speaking in full sentences. still, i understood what he was trying to say. not that i was going to fulfill his request, especially since i had been declared as the sidekick. i mean, it was obvious that he was in no condition to lead anything other than maybe a mad dash to the bathroom so he could throw up.

"okay buddy. will do. you go have your fun. i'll be sure to point you out to any pretty girls that i see."

with a slurred "you da best" watson then turned and disappeared into the mass of dancing bodies while i remained in my seat at the bar. i asked for a water and as the bartender filled up my glass, he gestured to the crowd.

"is you're friend gonna be okay?"

i looked up to meet the eyes of the bartender, then glanced back at the people behind me. i thought i could make out the top of watson's head somewhere in the middle of it all, but i wasn't sure. "oh yeah. he'll definitely feel it in the morning, but he'll be fine."

the guy nodded and placed my glass down on the bar in front of me. "yeah, i know how that goes. but in the mean time, if you need anything for either yourself or your friend, the name's ryan."

i smiled pleasantly at the guy. "thanks. i think we're all good for now, but i'll come to you if i need anything."

again, ryan nodded. he then moved on to service the others sitting at the bar. after a few more minutes of remaining at the bar, i spotted a couple sofas in one of the corners of the room. it looked as good a place as any to do some quality people watching, so i abandoned my current seat to go take one on the couch. if watson was going to enjoy his time, i might as well enjoy mine.

settling into one of the couches, it didn't take me long to categorize the different kinds of people that were around me, oblivious to my existence.

first, there were the partiers. made obvious by the name, they were the ones who drank their body weight in alcohol and danced till they dropped. watson definitely fell into this category.

next, there were the couples. i did my best to keep my eyes from lingering too long on the intense dancing - if it could even be called that - that the couples took part in. if they weren't dry humping each other on the dance floor, they were dry humping each other against the walls, their mouths often all over each other.

finally, there were the singles. technically, i fell into this category, because, well, i was alone. however, i was a completely different kind of alone. i wasn't alone and so utterly miserable with my life that i was drowning my sorrows in alcohol. instead, i was quite content watching what could only be considered mayhem unfold around me as i sipped on my water.

content with the fact that i was one of a kind in a room full of people, i let myself relax into the couch. just as i did so, something caught my attention.

there was someone making his way through the mass of people. normally, this wouldn't of caught my attention, but people were stopping their dancing to acknowledge this guy and greet him as if they knew him. but not that many people could know him, right?

although he just looked like any other guy, he had to of been someone of importance to these people, so i did my best to place him, but i couldn't. then i remembered. "if you need anything..."

and just like that, i was back down at the bar, waiting on ryan to finish mixing a drink before calling him over.

"hey. what can i do for you? another water?" he asked kindly.

"um, no actually. i just have a question."

"ok. shoot."

i pointed towards the guy that seemed to be the center of everyone's attention, mine included.

"who is that?"

he looked at me as if i were crazy. "who is that? that's blackbear."

"blackbear? what kind of name is that?"

• • •

hello again

this chapter was a tad longer than the last one. i was wondering, would you rather see short chapters or medium to long chapters?

anywho, i hope you enjoyed this chapter. ~technically~ bear was in this chapter, although we didn't actually have any interaction with him.

what would your reaction of been if luci had asked you who blackbear was?

thanks sm for reading. be sure to leave any thoughts or questions with a comment and let me know that you liked it by voting.

oh and just a fyi, i probably won't usually do two updates back to back like this, but i was in a writing mood so yeah. hopefully they aren't shit bc it's currently 3 am. oh well

lots of love,

maren