Rich Girl [Pedro Pascal]

14. Weekend Part Disaster

Eve was standing behind the bar, handing internet sensations and celebrities their preferred drink. She wore a smilies dress like a few weeks ago, but instead, it was red and backless with a matching shear crop, that wrapped around her. He hair was flowing behind her, the left side covering her ear and the other she had her hair tucked behind it, revealing a gold dragon that wrapped around her ear. She smiled and made friendly conversations to those who wanted to talk or flirt but Eves mind was somewhere else. Pascal was late... he left to his hotel to change but didn't come back.

She was overthinking. What if he didn't mean what he said this morning? What if he was just trying to mess with her? What if he was really just using her for a fuck. But no. She shook the thoughts away. "Hey pretty lady." Someone greeted as they sat at the bar. "Charlie Puth, how can I be of service?"

"Something sweet, but make it manly..." Eve chuckled. "You got it boss." The girl served him some vodka and clear peach schnapps, dropping a few ice cubes in a black cristal glass. "Here you go... it's vodka with peach schnapps so it should be sweet." He took a sip and tried hiding his grimace. Eve let out a laugh, "I did not expect that..." He shook his head and smiled at her. "Shouldn't you be partying like the rest of us?" He asked her.

"Um... I invited a date, he just hasn't shown up... Not really in party mood." The singer nodded. "Can I know who he is?" Eve frowned in the tiniest way. "Pedro Pascal..." She muttered, his eyes widened. "Wow... you mean? Kingsman? And like the Mandalorian, Pedro Pascal?" The girl slowly nodded. "Wow... I was about to say he was a loser but I guess I can't.." Eve slapped his shoulder. "Ow! Hey, that's uncalled for!"

"That's my line."

Charlie sighed and dropped his head. "How about..." He rose his head up, "You and I play a little drinking game."

"What drinking game?"

"Okay so, we say something embarrassing. If it's super embarrassing we take two shots, if it's not we only take one."

Eve bit her lip, "Fine, let's do it." She agreed.

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"I think you're fairly attractive."

"Oh come on Charlie, that's one."

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"I had to go to the hospital because I got a tampon stuck in my-"

"Yup that's two!"

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"When I opened for Shawn Mendes, I had a sudden urge to kiss the man."

"Oh that's definitely one... Everyone would feel that way."

"But it's gay, so it's two."

"Fair enough."

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Charlie and Eve where probably ten shots in when she dropped her head to took three shots in a row. "Woah, what's to embarrassing that you think you can just shoot three shots?" Eve kept her head down. "I think I'm pregnant." She blurted out. Charlie's eyes widened as he took he bottle away from her hands. "Eve, what the fuck... you shouldn't even be drinking." Eve wanted to push him away but she let her head drop to her shoulder. "I'm not fucking fit to be a mom..."

"Okay, sit down, I'll get Will and Mitch."

The singer ran off to the other side of the house as he left the girl sitting down, swallowing her own thoughts. "Evergreen? Hey, Eve? You okay?" The girl looked up at the familiar voice. "Hey, Javi..." She muttered, almost falling off her seat. "Woah, hey, hey... Come on- Let's get you to your room." Javi picked up the girl bridal style as Will and Mitch catches up to him. "Is she okay? I've never seen her this drunk..." Mitch asked, opening the door for Javi, as he carries her best friend. "He didn't show up..." Will muttered to Mitch, she rose a brow. "Oh... is that why?" Will shrugged.

Javi laid Eve in her bed, pulling the hair out of her face. "What are you guys talking about?" Javi asked, turning to the two and crossing his arms. "She was-" Mitch was starting but Will interrupts her, "It's not our place to say, she was going to tell you."

"Tell me what, Will?"

"Like I said, it's not our place to say."

"Fuck that, Will, just tell him!" Mitch yelled at her redhead friend. "No! It's not our place now stop being a pain in my ass."

"Then I'll tell him!"

"Mitch-"

"She's been screwing Pedro Pascal behind your back because she didn't want you to quit and now she thinks-"

"That's enough, Mitch!" Will yelled as her, starting the tan girl. "Now leave her alone, I'll take care of her when she wakes up."

"Like hell, I'm her bodyguard."

"I don't give a shit Jav, get out. Mitch, you gotta leave- not just her room but the party... Some type of best friend you are."

"He deserves to know!"

"Bull! You just wanna screw him! Get out, Mitch!"

Mitchell huffed, stomping out of her room, slamming the door closed, startling Eve as she woke up. Will stared down Javier. The bodyguard left with a scoff. "What happened?" Eve groaned, sitting herself up.

"Give me your phone."

"What? Why?"

"Just give it to me."

Eve sighed and lifted up her dress, she had her phone wrapped around her leg with a black thigh lace. She handed it to him and Eve watched as he picked at her phone, until she heard it ring. "Who are you calling?"

"It's not Eve, it's Will... No gotta get your ass over here and apologize yourself. Bull shit, you can't. No,no, no- bullshit. She thinks she's pregnant, get here now." Eve's eyes widened as Will hung up the phone. "William, who the fuck did you just call?"

"Who do think?"