Remi-niscent

Chapter 50:

I take a long sip from the generous pour of Pinot Noir that almost overflows the rim of my wine glass, the usually repellent taste for me no longer making me grimace. Instead the cool liquid slips easily down my throat as if I were a seasoned drinker and not the greenhorn I really am. The empty bottle lies on the ground next to me, material proof of my deepening state of inebriation.

"God? Why is it that Pinot Noir only tastes good when I'm literally drunk off my face?" I slur, my head tilted back and up towards the heavens, or more technically speaking - The roof. "And also who thought it would be a good idea to leave me in a room with it in the first place?"

"Hmm, well I would say that would be because you're so drunk right now that I bet you can't even tell your left from your right mi bella dama... and to answer your second question, I'm wondering precisely the same thing right now."

Annoyed the voice for pointing out my shortcomings I try to defend myself, "Ha! I can't even do that when I'm sober so the jokes on you." I mumble incoherently before suddenly realising that the voice that had just spoken is deep and dangerous sounding and most definitely not the deity in question that my query had been directed to. Unfortunately for me, the sudden shock of the interruption is enough to somewhat startle me out of my drunken stupor. "Wait who's there!" I cry out in alarm and make an attempt to jump to my feet. "Show yourself!" However it seems as though lady luck isn't on my side as the quick movement causes the room to start spinning dangerously before my eyes, and my stomach to lurch unpleasantly. Then to add insult to injury, the next thing I know, my legs give out from under me and I crumple ungracefully to the floor.

"That was real smooth." The voice comments, the owner of which is annoyingly still hidden from me in the shadows.

"You can't be in here you know, this is a restricted area and I've been told that I have had it booked for me for the rest of the day." Embarrassingly my voice is petulant like a naughty child being scolded.

"But here I am," The voice agrees, before proceeding to ignore my argument completely, "So what are you going to do about it?"

I frown as I take a moment to ponder his question before coming up short, "Well I don't know," and then wince when I hear the whiny tone of my voice echo through the otherwise empty space. 

The talking isn't helping to reduce the spinning in my head and I have to press my head inbetween my knees and wait for it to pass. It helps for a moment but then when I hear footsteps come closer in my direction, I look back up suspiciously, squinting when I see a shadowy figure materialising out of the darkness. As he comes closer suddenly I find myself needing to swallow hard, because whoever this guy is - Whether he is a friend or foe is yet to be determined - But he is an absolutely giant human being. 

My guess is that if I were standing he be towering over me by almost an entire foot, making my stature suddenly seem very small in comparison. Still sitting on the ground which doesn't make the size difference any better, I try to slowly start push myself backwards. However the empty bottle of Rosé halts my escape, a clumsy push sending it rolling away and clattering loudly into the stainless steel leg of the stool beside me.

"You planning on going somewhere mi bella?" It's like he's a cat that's just toying with his prey, which unfortunately in this case seems to be me. And while shadows hide most of his features from me, I can still make out the smirk that is etched across his face.

So even though that had been precisely what I was doing, I retort with a sharp "Nooo?" But to my dismay I find myself drawing out the vowel as if asking a question instead making a statement.