Glazed

4. Ambrosia

Ambrosia: The Food of the Gods

Above is Parker

Hello my Glaze babies! It has been a long time since I updated... haha.... like a whole year and some. 

Sorry... been going through some stuff in my life that kind of overtook everything else I did in my free time. 

But I am back and ready to write!!!

Enjoy!

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I never thought the day would come when Parker, THE Parker Adams, would get the living shit knocked out of him. I always believed his ego could drop a couple dozen notches. Not that he doesn't deserve to have confidence, but how he uses that confidence against other people is what doesn't sit right with me. He always treated people like some sludge on the bottom of his shoe. 

So seeing his face snap to the side when Reaper threw a huge punch really satisfied me. 

He didn't get knocked out fully, but he was definitely down long enough for Reaper to be declared the winner.  The second he was, screaming became the only sound pretty much anyone within a ten mile radius heard. 

After Reaper simply turned and dissappeared into the crowd, Parker was helped up and taken out of the circle as well. Within minutes two new fighters came into the circle. Then two more, and after that another two. It did not take long for Anna and I to pretty much lose interest and decide to go dancing in the club we stood behind. When I brought up that we couldn't actually drink when we were in there, her evil grin appeared as she ripped her wallet from her bra and pulled two fake ID's out of the pocket. 

A matching evil grin was on my face now. my chest filled with excitement as I was finally down to actually do something social tonight.  Snatching my ID from her hand, I raised it above my head, letting out a shriek. 

"AAAYYYYYYY WE GONNA GET DRUUUUUNKKK!!!" 

Raging alcoholic? Yes, Yes I was. 

She started shrieking alongside me as we linked arms and made our way around to the front of the club. It was time to partyyyy. 

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We were both buzzed literally an hour into the night. 

Anna and I both stood at the bar, taking shots of straight vodka, cheersing to random shit and laughing at nothing. The night was colorful and the music was loud. 

After the seventh or eighth shot, I was feeling some kind of way. The kind of feeling that said I must dance on a table somewhere to prove my moves were unmatched. 

Unfortunately there were no available tables to dance on, so instead I tried to get my best friend to dance with me in the middle of the mass of people enjoying their night in dance as well. She denied me, pouting whilst holding up her phone. 

It took a second for me to focus, but when I did I wish I hadn't. He boyfriend, a skinny piece of human trash that I clearly did not like, had messaged her like twenty times. He demanded to know when she would be home. Even though she had told him she would be out all night. 

She always just did as he told her. She was so blind in love with that asshole. I knew, that exact second that she showed me her phone, I knew she was going to go home and leave me here. 

"Go!" I shouted over the music. 

She looked surprised. "You sure?" 

I smirked at her. "You were already planning on leaving, so go home and hang out with your boyfriend. I'm just happy I'm not dealing with his grumpy ass."