GCR Drabbles

Lies and Petals Part 3

The club was bringing back painful memories that he didn't really want to think about, but his brother had his hand firmly on his shoulder to push him through the small crowd. 

This club was much more moderate, bigger, and much more calmer than... the one back in Ireland. 

The bar had golden lighting and it had a more rustic, old-fashioned style to it. 

"Esc-" Devotee began in a groan, running a hand through his still slightly messy hair. "What are we doing here?"

"Getting you some help," Escapee huffed in response. 

Oh, God no. 

Sitting at the bar were two familiar faces that he didn't really want to confront at the moment. 

When the two brothers reached the bar, Devotee opened his mouth to greet them but he was cut off. 

Serqet had hopped off the barstool and slapped him. Hard. 

"That was for breaking Poi's heart."

His head whipped to the side slightly but he couldn't even recover when the next slap met his other cheek, and he stumbled for a moment. 

"And that was for not coming to us for help," Amen claimed fiercely, taking a step back and flexing his fingers of his hand he had used to slap Devotee.

When Devotee lifted his gaze up to meet theirs, he blinked. 

"I..." he trailed off, then let his shoulders droop. "I'm sorry."

He saw in the corner in his eye Escapee wave off the concerned looking bartender that had been watching the scene. 

Amen suddenly patted him on the shoulder, sadness beaming in his dark eyes. "We just wish you went to us sooner, Dev," he sighed. 

Escapee and Amen guided him to sit on one of the barstools and they all joined him by sitting on the stools to his left. 

"We're going to help you, Dev," Escapee told him, waving the bartender over for drinks. 

Devotee dragged a hand over his face, slumping his arms on the wooden counter. "Yes, yes, you've told me. My question is: how?"

 "This is going to be a lot to take in, okay?" Escapee sighed, straightening his form slightly. "So ask questions after we're done explaining."

Devotee raised a brow in inquiry but nodded. 

"Okay so, two weeks ago, at the bar..." Escapee cleared his throat. "Well, you know what happened."

Devotee glared at him but Escapee continued. 

"Well, Amen and I did a bit of digging in the security of that bar, and it turns out that... you didn't get drunk."

Devotee clenched his fists. "I tol-"

"You were drugged."

Devotee blinked, letting this new information settle into his mind. "W-what?"

"There's this infamous lady that's known to get what she always wants, and apparently, she wanted you so she had the bartender spike up your last drink," Amen clarified.

"With my help," Serqet butted in. "You'll probably be able to sue her and the bar, if you want." 

Devotee had almost forgotten she had graduated law school a couple months ago. 

"I-... really?" He blinked again. 

All three of them nodded.

"Now here comes the tricky part," Serqet spoke up, grimacing slightly. "Telling Poi about this."