The Power Of Cithrí - A Chaol Westfall Fanfiction

Freak pt5

The next day slipping away between lunch and dinner was easy. I raced to the stables at full speed, getting there a whole ten minutes earlier than when I was meeting Chaol. I got told my horse, given the tack and waved off to find her in the maze of stables. I turned a corner, reading off every name branded across the stable door. "You're early?" Chaol said, emerging out a stable with George all groomed and tacked up dashingly.
"So are you." I smiled.
He shrugged, fixing the stirrup lengths. "I didn't want to be late."
"Neither."
"Who you riding?"
"Nestle."
Chaol raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "She might be a bit tall for you."
I shrugged this time. "Well, guess you can help me tack her then."
He smirked and led me to her stable, standing in the doorway as I easily tacked up Nestle myself.
This ride was better than the last, the views were spectacular, the conversation flow between Chaol and I didn't hesitate for a moment, even when we were centering - we still shouted over the wind to one another. Huge grins on our faces.
We talked to the point where we were coming up with excuses to stay together. I had never had a male friend like him, certainly one that didn't give me shameful thoughts like he did. The constant reminder of his boyfriend a pain in my head.
He had to go pick his uniform up from the lifegaurd hut before heading off home for the night, I agreed to walk him along the beach. We went our seperate ways at the beach bar, I watched him until he vanished into the darkness that was kicking in from the fast setting sun. The beach bar was alive with music and lights as ever, I sighed, clapping my heels together. I had to pay Dominic a visit, it would be rude not to.

Men and women were everywhere, packed around the bar, intermingling with each other, no care for gender or society's rules. "There she is!" Dom shouted as I approached the bar, still in my riding gear, stinking of horses. He came over to me and gave me a hug, his eyes were bloodshot, and his movements were slurred. He was off it on something, that certainly wasn't alcohol. "I was just telling Jay over here how you would enjoy tonight."
Jay, the lifegaurd with long blonde hair, who has seen me sat in a water trough in my underwear crying my eyes out to Chaol gave me a small smile. "You should join us." Jay said, a beer in his hand and a cigarette of some form in the other. Dom took the cigarette and gave it a long puff. It stunk, it honestly stunk. Worse than me. They were on cannabis. Why didn't it surprise me?
"I don't think I should." I started. "I have to get back..."
"Come on! I'm sure you're abusive wife wouldn't mind if you chilled out for once." Dom said, far too loud.
I glared at him. "My wife is not abusive!" I wanted to slap some sense into him, that wasn't something he could just shout out whenever he pleased. And besides it wasn't true...
"Whatever." Dom laughed, almost falling over as he took another gulp of the cannabis. "We are going to play truth or dare, come join us."
I shook my head with a smile.
"She!" Dom clapped Jay's shoulder. "She used to be the best at this game, she would do any dare and always came up with the most wicked ones."
"That was a long time ago." I blushed, wishing Dom could just turn the volume down a fraction.
"Well you can teach me a trick or two. Personally, I am shocking." Jay said, brushing back his shoulder length hair.
I clenched my hands and groaned internally. "Fine. I'll do a few rounds, but I'm not taking any of that."
Dom smiled and grabbed me by the shoulders. "That's perfectly fine, means more for me. I'll save you a seat with me."

Dom did just that. Around the bonfire that some guys had been working on, they all sat, drank and smoked an endless amount of weed. It was continuously offered my way, but I had to refuse, being drunk was bad enough, imagine everyone's faces if they heard I had been doing drugs?! Not something I wanted to experience. There was a whole mix of sexualities here tonight, some women sat on men's lap, other's on another woman's. There were gays too, and loners like Dom, Jay and I. Everyone was masked by a cloud of smoke, I gulped, this certainly hadn't been my scene in years, maybe once when Charlotte and I were young but even she looked back on those days with a frown. I kept an eye out for Chaol, but he wasn't here. Of course he wasn't here. I had waved him off. Why did I want him to be here anyway?
"Chaol isn't coming." Dom said, reading my face perfectly.
"I'm not looking for him." I blushed.
Dom raised an eyebrow, laughed and went to scruff my hair. I dodged his lazy blow and he ended up with a face full of sand. "I know you two have been meeting up. This is the first one he hasn't come to." He pointed out, wiping the sand from his chin.
"Shut up."
He laughed, punching my shoulder before grabbing a new joint from someone.