Dea Shattered

⎈Chapter 12: Bottoms up

The bar was located on the pier, and you could hear the waves swirling around below. It was one of Nene's favorites, she often talked about going to it. Or talked about her most recent hook up in this particular bar's bathroom.

The loud music was something Sab wasn't used to. She retracted and stood out in the crowd like a sore thumb but no one noticed her strange behavior except for me.

"Looks like Sab needs a drink. I'm on it!" Nene yells out over the music, excited for another reason to go to the bar. I just forced a laugh and sat down at a tall table, as much as I did want to forget what happened it kept circling over and over in my head.

"Sab! Over here!" I called out to her and waved my arm in a come-here motion. Sab was stuck in the middle of the dance floor trying to squeeze between people and seemed to have lost us. She practically speed walks over causing her black hair to wave in every direction and her short flowy dress to wave in the air, clearly relieved to not be standing alone. Her lilac dress matched her eyes perfectly and I'm pretty sure every guy in the club stopped and stared for a moment. Sab doesn't know it but she is a ten out of ten. I tell her that all the time and she always politely says thank you, but never once has she believed it herself.

"Hey! Anthony! Can we get another round?" Nene asks the bartender, "Actually you know what? Keep my card for me, we are going to be here for a while." This is Nene's favorite club so all the staff knows her way too well.

"You got it!" The decent looking bartender responds with a chuckle. I'm pretty sure she has slept with that one before but I could be thinking of someone else.

Sab exhaled and looked around the cramped bar, the loud music, cheering, and bad karaoke mixed together to create the all too familiar noise of utter chaos that Nene and I were so used to. My eyes were drawn away as the bartender slid three glasses of some sort of liquid over to us, Nene grabbed hers and chugged it without a moment of hesitation. Sab picked her glass up and sniffed it unsurely, her face falling as she realized it was certainly not water.

"Technically I can't drink this... I don't even know how I was let in here." Sab said quietly twirling the straw in the glass. Nene clanked her cup down on the table and raised an eyebrow.

"Darling you got hundreds of years of being a siren ahead of you, just drink it. Also, you got in because I pay the right people," Nenes eyes gleamed and she waved a hand for another round.

Sab's face fell even further as she inspected her drink, but she reluctantly took a sip. I rubbed my forehead but downed my drink also, I forgot that technically Sab is eighteen. She still had the body and face of a sixteen-year-old though, and now remembering that fact I couldn't help but glare at any man that looked at her for a little too long.

Nene was oblivious and continued drowning herself in vodka and shots. I could already feel the lightness that the alcohol brought me, I didn't know how long it would last but at this point, I wanted an escape.

Round after round of drinks came and went, we downed them without a thought. Sab joined in eventually taking small sips but the magic of the alcohol was clearly working. Soon all of us were dancing and laughing, and I felt happy. I felt like I was on a cloud, with no problem in the world.

"I wanna sing!" Sab giggled, still twirling around on the dance floor. The drinks had gotten her good, making way into her system quickly. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were distant but sparkling. Nene and I were no better off.

"Karaoke bitches!" Nene shouted over the crowd raising her cup into the air. We all laughed and started making out way over to the machine, the people at it leaving to make room for us. I giggled and chose a song, and soon we were all lined up there with a microphone in our hand.

The music started out slow and we all stood there giggling and prodding each other like the drunks we were, but finally, we started singing.

I had never been a good singer when I was younger, it was a horrific experience to hear me sing. But as we all stood up there our voices matched perfectly, we hit every note. People stopped dancing and drinking and turned to us with amazement.

This only made us sing louder, and soon every other noise in the bar had stopped. Everyone's attention was focused on us standing in the karaoke corner signing the sorrow out of ourselves.

Then something changed, everyone's faces slacked and their eyes seemed to look out into the distance. I was the first to notice the change, and I felt myself suck in a breath of air.

Because now people were walking out of the bar and walking towards the railing. Walking towards the ocean.

I stopped singing and felt my face pale. Realization and logic finally pushing through the alcohol. We had just sent these people into their watery graves.

The people surged over the railing and plummeted into the clutches of the water, one after another going down. All of them taking their last breaths of air, all of them dying.

"Stop! Stop singing," I screamed and yanked on Nene's arm. Nene stopped immediately, always quicker at getting her wits while under the influence of alcohol. Soon Anthony who had been doing the dishes dunked his head in the water... and never came back up. That's when Nene really realized what was happening.

"Shit," Nene swore as she observed the chaotic crowd. Sab, on the other hand, was still focused on singing, her eyes closed. I grabbed her arm and pulled the microphone out of her hand, then I shook Sab vigorously.

She opened her eyes slowly, quieting down. Her skin lost all color, and her eyes widened as she beheld what we had done.

Nene didn't give her long to look before she grabbed Sab and I's arms and pulled us out the back door. Our heels clicked on the ground as we rushed away from the bar.

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Published: April 19, 2020, 9:55 PM

Words: 1106