Their Songstress, Menage à Trois

five | partners

| partners [part·​ners] |

(n.) a person who shares or is associated with another in some action or endeavor; sharer; associate.

It took another ten minutes before I built enough strength to return to the lounge. With Elsie on my arm it felt slightly easier, but even then my feet felt as if they were weighed down with cinderblocks. I didn't want to leave the employee lounge but when Elsie suggested a drink to get my spirits up, I couldn't refuse. I needed to finish the night on a high note or else I knew my mind would go into a frenzy of regret.

In that short amount of time spent inside our own lounge, Laguna had managed to squeeze in more guests as the bar was completely filled. No seat was left unattended, putting a frown to my face as I knew mine and Elsie's seats were most likely taken. It was exhausting enough having to walk back inside, now I had to try to enjoy my drink without my bum planted on a leather cushioned seat.

I sighed as Elsie led the way to the bar, securing a secluded corner closest to the stage. She knew I wanted privacy and the least amount of human interaction as possible, hence why she ordered my drink and her usual Cosmo, letting my spare my breath. I smiled at her gratefully as I leant against the velvet covered walls, enjoying the soft surface that laid across my back.

A few minutes later one of the new girls had managed to bring us our drinks with a smile before tending back to the guests. I glanced at the alcohol, my own matching Elsie's as she ordered us both Cosmopolitans. She knew my arrangement with Bennett, practically everyone did.

I sipped on the drink that burned the back of my throat slowly, savoring the taste and waiting for the buzz to kick in. It was either that or a swift kick up the ass to get me in the mood for the rest of the night.

"Feeling any better?" Elsie asked.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, tired honestly."

"Sounds like you need fireball." She suggested with a wink.

Last time one of my episodes occurred in Laguna was six months ago and to cure it Elsie bought me two shots of fireball. It was immediate regret that followed me, chugging the liquid as I had to resist the urge to throw up the entire set. I hated liquor by itself, but being naïve and my emotions running high, I stupidly let myself dive into the bottle.