Being Enthralling

70. The well hidden tavern

ISSAC'S POV

Taking a left turn I finally found a parking spot.

Silence engulfed swiftly as the engine of car fades. I looked around for Blake's car, it was of no use. For a moment I thought I had gone blind, the road was plunged in a pitch dark night.

My phone chimed with a message from Blake.

I'll be there in 5.

I tossed the phone on the passenger seat.

 I shrugged out the shirt and put on a Hoodie and top of it the brown leather jacket which was lying on the back seat. Turning on the dome light, I glanced at the rear mirror. I tousled my hair so that the front strands fell over my forehead. I put on the hood of the hoodie over my head, half of my face is covered now.

Seeing my pathetic attempt of disguise made me think of Diana, I smiled thinking about her and her ridiculous wig collections. 

I closed my eyes and sighed as I bear in mind the hurtful expression of her's when I confronted her three weeks ago. 

A car pulled over in the parking lot and I get out of the car, taking the invitation from the glove compartment.

Blake emerged out of it. He looked up and down, probably thinking about my appearance. "You were lost in Anna's closet?"

I scoffed and flipped him off the finger, but then I stopped in my tracks as something strikes through my mind. He hasn't been on the campus since Diana started dressing like a hipster.

"You are keeping tabs on her." I stated without any doubts.

He visibly went tensed. "I desire to survive till my sixties, Please let's keep this within us."

What a lovesick puppy and a wuss. 

The silence of the street was daunting and uncanny. I looked around to see if anyone is following us, convinced otherwise we started to walk to the well hidden tavern. The silence soon faded with the muffled music.

"Sir, Invitations?" The bouncer asked. I shoved the invitation on his face irritated by the stupid rules implemented by that moron Derek. The rules were, bringing smartphones, digital camera, recorder an any other electronic device is forbidden inside the tavern. However, bringing drugs is permitted.

After the security scanning I pushed back the irritation, reminding myself I'm doing this for a reason.

The stench of booze and smoke mixed with other intoxicating substances hit me the moment we set the foot inside the old tavern. Far in back, it was visible a group of people were snorting drugs. 

"There he is." Blake pointed, I immediately spotted him.

Derek was sprawled on a rustic wine barrel chair slurping something and laughing like a bloody meshuggener. "He seems to be floating above the earth's surface." I commented, noticing the condition of the fella.

Blake beside me chuckles, "Diana is rubbing off on you." 

I smiled at that. Oh, she is. 

Derek no longer sited and babbling bullshit alone. Today he has brought a company.

"It seems like our pal has brought The witch as his chauffeur today." 

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The place was dimly lit except for the bar.

We sat at the corner table diagonal to Derek's, parched and hungry. Normally I wouldn't have minded because by this time we would have been by Derek's side, listening and collecting information by his constant ranting, but the witch hasn't left his side.

Diana has always referred to her as witch and since I don't remember her real name and now that she has made this work difficult for us I don't intend to know her name.

"Should we at least order water?" I asked Blake slumping back in the chair.

"We can't risk getting baked, Devitt. Everything in this place reeks of drugs. If we get our drinks spiked then we won't be able to obtain any information." 

Irked, I glanced at him. "Make that leech go away."

He runs his hand in hair and sighed. "At this point, we need to think like Diana."

Confused, I raised my brow.

"What she would have suggested or done in this situation." He added.

Without thinking I answered."She would have run away."

Blake gave me terrorized look. "Never ever say this in front of Anna, if you want your limbs to stay intact." He said, without any hint of humor.

I shuddered as I remember the things I have said to her. 

"I did." I muttered and looked at my hands, guiltily. Her sad face flashed in front of my eyes for the hundredth time! 

"Oh, this makes sense." He nodded smirking at me. "She scratched your face, didn't she?" He asked out of nowhere.

"Huh?" 

"She must have scratched your forehead that's you are covering half your face." He snickered. 

"No, she didn't scratch my face." I said. "In fact, she said nothing." Guilt consumed me at the end as once again her dejected face flashed in front my eyes. 

"She didn't even yell?" Blake asked seriously. I shook my head. 

"This is bad." He utters under his breath, but I heard it. 

"How exactly bad is it?" Curious, I asked. Three weeks have gone since I have heard from her and now, I'm starting to lose my patience. 

"She might ignore your existence for a month or two." He says. 

"So she slips into your character when she is mad?" 

He gave me deadpanned look along with a glare that made me feel like a jerk. 

"Have you taken an oath to insult whoever comes in your eye sight?" 

I grimaced at his question."My intention was not to insult."

He nods in understanding, "It's okay pal. Right now the most important task is to make that leech disappear and I have an idea." He wickedly smirked and raise his hand a female server approached our table. 

 The server's eyes lingered on me and then she directed her attention to Blake.

Blake looked at her name tag, "Ursulina." He said and smiled at her in a way which made her blush. My eyebrows must have shot upwards in the sky as this is the first time I'm going to witness this guy flirting.

"Yes, how can help you..." She whispers breathlessly and in return his smirk widened.

Blake shifted in his seat to face her, "That's a sexy Puerto Rican accent I heard in ages."

The girl was now red like the glass of wine, she was carrying in the tray."What time do you get off?" Blake asks her bluntly, without beating around the bush. The girl smiled shyly. "Whenever you want me to."

My eyes widened in shock as I saw how smoothly this guy shoot his shot.

Blake slides out of the chair and he takes off with her.

I sat there flabbergasted, as I watched them.