Fairies are Pretty: Fairy Dust Series

Chapter 7: Hangover Breakfast

Opening eyes was an achievement as far as Dirac was concerned. He felt like his brain was slicing his skull looking for an escape. Now he remembered why he had stopped drinking all those years ago.

He looked around. This was definitely not his bed room, or any room he recognised. Did he pick up some man in Fairy Dust last night?

He had done it before... three times before. He had been with three brown men (not to be racist) hoping to replace a certain brown man. Boy did that not work. It only left him regrets and a realisation that try as he may, he can never replace Dalais Euless in his life. But...

Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe he liked you. That maybe he was hanging around her to get closer to you?

He remembered those words, the words Euless had said to him last night. Or maybe the words he had dreamt Euless saying or maybe... he was so confused he decided to sneak out before who ever the owner of this house was, comes back.

On the table next to him was a tray of pills, a glass of some brownish green stuff and a note. He picked up the note.

Hey Double Dee

Take one pill and drink up the smoothie. You'll feel better. I've run the bath for you in my bathroom because you started to stir when I left. If it's cold... run a new one. Meet me in the kitchen at 10:30 for breakfast. Be there or I'll come get you.

Euless

Everything came back in halt and Dirac wanted to disappear. What had he done? The hell was he thinking when he said all those things? Maybe he should drink all these painkillers and die or maybe he should drown in that bath.

Dirac was done with his bath feeling like a brand new person. If this was the way hangovers were treated in this house he should probably opt for being an alcoholic.

He looked at the watch on the nightstand on his way out saying 10:20, meaning he had been in that tub for more than an hour.

It was no wonder he took that long. Dirac was super dumbfounded when he stepped into a very large bathroom with a very large tub filled with bubbles. The bathroom smelled like sanitizer and for some reason flowers which he guessed came from whatever was in that tub.

The water was hot, and if it hadn't gotten cold, Dirac was pretty sure he would have stayed in there a while.

As he walked down the stairs, the smell of bacon welcomed him, along with humming and clicking of plates.

He leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen, mesmerized by the view of an oblivious Dalais, happily distracted with what he was doing.

Remembering part of what happened last night made him hesitate to go in so he just stood there. It didn't take long for Dalais to turn to him, though. His smile shown so bright, Dirac found it hard not to return it.

"Exactly what happened last night?" Part of him was scared to know the answer but he had to ask.

"How much do you remember?" Dalais was teasing and Dirac could tell.

"It's in pieces. I remember going to some bar downtown, full of Russians. Had a few drinks and decided to leave. I guess I was drunk because from there I remember taking shots with some guy at Fairy Dust. Then another blank, and I remember being in your car. That's it."

"You remember what we talked about in my car?"

"I guess."

"Then you remember pretty much everything." Dalais put a plate in front of him. "Waffles, Toast or Pancakes?"

"You've already put toasts."

"I was going to take it out if you didn't want it. Maybe you've grown out of it"

"I never actually liked toasts." Dirac noted as he took a huge bite of his toast. Dalais stopped on his tracks and bore eyes into Dirac. "You used to like making them and I couldn't say no."

"But you've said no to Ally making you food all the time."

"That's because Ally can't cook."

"But you didn't like toast."

"Yah, but I liked you." As soon as those words escaped, Dirac wished he could catch them.

"You didn't like Ally?"

"There's no 'like' between siblings. Just tolerance and uncontrollable love. You don't like Jasmine,right?"

"Not a little."

"But there's that annoying little thing that makes you care about her. That's love. I liked my sister a little bit... and I loved her a whole lot. I want someone who's going to like me a whole lot and love me just enough."

"You've got plans today?"

"Yah I have a meeting in three hours."

"Is it binding?"

"Not really but..."

"Postpone it. And cancel everything else." Anticipation ran through Dirac's  veins when Dalais said those words. "Today I'm going to show you what you should've done all those years ago. Instead of bitching like a little girl now." Dalais laughed making Dirac blush.

"What should I wear?"

"Just be pretty."