Oasis

「Prologue 2 | Birthday Girl」

Lyra
February 11th, 2016 | Divine, Salem

Ever since the encounter at my suite I made it my life's mission for the evening to avoid Mr.Stick-Up-His-Ass. I didn't want run into him, so I did that one thing that I do best. I decided to blend into the background while there's so much people—which I didn't know can fit the capacity of the restaurant. Apparently today was some sort of celebration for the Ortegas—so there's family, friends and friends of families, there's plenty of them—as for me it's still my birthday but I don't have to let them know that. I'm just going to sit in my little corner and quietly celebrate it. Maybe steal a couple of champagne flutes here and there. Yeah, sounds like a plan to me.

I was seated on a stool at the bar that's located at the far left-side of it, at the end, which makes the only stool at the right-side of me empty. When one of the servers passed by I quick took two champagne flutes and downing the first one then the second one in minutes. Ahh, I forgot how tasty these bubbly alcoholic beverages can be when you're in a mood to get shitfaced. I know, I'm not of age to be drinking but I don't think anyone would care, after all this is a private party and everyone's too busy mingling with one another to notice an underage teenager is drinking at the corner of the bar getting wasted. I giggled to myself and hunching over my glass as if I'm some sort of evil villain creating a master plan to rule the world.

When another server passed me I took two more flutes and downing them too quickly making me feel a bit tipsy and a hiccup starts to form at the back of my throat. Last time I checked champagne doesn't get me tipsy as fast as it did now, There's gotta be something else mixed into these champagnes. Whatever it is I wanted more of it. Hmm, maybe some herbs, I thought to myself as I swirl the champagne in my glass flute with bits that looks like tea bits mixed into it, swimming around—I quickly down my drink.

Jumping down the stool and wobbling my way towards the closest server. I politely took the whole tray of champagne and brought it back to my little corner, on the way I've received strange looks from the people around me. What? They haven't seen someone drink before—hiccup—like what's the big deal? Or maybe they're concern—hiccup—about a minor drinking all these champagne to herself. I internally rolled my eyes, not caring what they think of me. So much for blending into the background.

I settled myself back down onto the stool while continuing to chugged down half of the champagne flutes on the tray before the asshole shows up with an amused smile on his face and his forest-ocean eyes twinkling with mischief as if he just caught someone reaching into a cookie jar and catching them on the act is amusing as hell.

"You know those are for everyone and not just for you. You can't be hogging every champagne trays passing you by. I already have some people complaining they didn't drink enough, ain't drunk enough." He teases as he arched one of his perfect brows at me, like he was mentally counting the empty champagne flutes on the bar counter beside me.

Hiccup—"I like bubbly drinks. They're so delicious,—hiccup—I just can't help myself." I slurred my words, I'm not sure if he can make out any of what I'm saying, let alone understand it.

He grins and shook his head at me reaching forward to grab one of the flutes but I slapped his hand away. Hissing at him like a feral cat, he laughs at my weird behavior and my overprotectiveness of the beverages.

"You know this is how people become alcoholics. You should stop before you got down that route." He mocked, reprimanding. I send him a glare his way and hovering over the tray. "I am not an alcoholic—hiccup—I'm am simply enjoying my life at the moment. I'm celebrating my date of birth—hiccup—Is that so much to ask? What are you guys celebrating anyways?" These drunk thoughts will be the sober thoughts I never wanted to come out of my mouth. But you know with alcohol consumption your filter goes down the drain and this is one of those instances that my words won't stop escaping my mouth. I was a babbling drunk kind of girl and I could easily talk anyone's ears out to the point blood would be spilling out from their ears.