• AdiYa FF ~ The Hookup •

• Chapter 4(A) •

Oh eff it.

She wiped the slight traces of tears and headed straight towards the bar. She sat herself down on the high chair and ordered for a round of vodka shots. So, she was probably going to look like a filmy heroine after a heartbreak gulping these shots of basically water but this time, it was going to be vodka and she was going to get wasted if that's what it was going to take to erase the memory of this pathetic night. The bartender too, gave her an odd look, possibly because of her well put together traditional attire but she didn't care as long as she got some alcohol in her system.

One. Two. Three. Four. Fi-

"I'll take a margarita, please. Geez, woman. If you want to get drunk, at least do it in style."

Zoya paused her session of chugging and looked at the man who had just sat down beside her and made a snarky comment.
"...and you are?" She scoffed. She was already irritated to the bone and was finally starting to feel a little intoxicated and his presence and sarcastic comment were not helping.
The man beside her drank the margarita, without a rush, and extended his hand towards her. She noticed he was wearing a pilot's uniform and almost wanted to question him but let it slide because it was the least of her concerns in that moment.

"Aditya Hooda, also the man whose anniversary party you're at and it's honestly astonishing that you don't know me, considering that fact."

Zoya smiled, feeling a little embarrassed and shook his hand. It was warm and it felt like a pillow or maybe it was just the alcohol doing its job.

"I'm Zoya, Pooja's friend. This is the first time we're meeting and I promise I'm usually in a better state than this."

Aditya laughed at that as he ordered for another margarita. This woman who had just happened to be sitting at the bar desperately trying to get drunk, obviously, was the only company he was probably going to have that night. His wife had bailed on him on their anniversary so his margarita would keep him from calling the party off and sending all these people home. The one person who mattered hadn't come so what was the point of anybody else being there?

"And Ms. Vodka Shots, I'm also the man who is paying for this free bar." He saw her laugh and felt an odd happiness. Perhaps, it was the happiness of making someone else laugh when his night was doomed.

"In the spirit of all of these drinks being on me, let's get you a margarita. Three drinks, if you're an amateur and six, if you're a pro and you'll basically be out of your senses for the rest of the night."

He saw her make an almost, bring it on' face and he smirked as the bartender gave them both margaritas. Before Aditya reached out to pick his glass from the table, Zoya already had one down.
"Did that feel good?" He laughed.

"Great! One more, kind Sir!" Zoya's excitement was clearly visible on her face and especially when she had called the bartender, "kind Sir" and Aditya just smiled knowing that they were both just trying to push away confronting their problems with a glass of margaritas.

"Why aren't you enjoying your own party? That's just dumb." Her alcohol was kicking in for sure and even though Aditya would be reserved in front of someone who was practically a stranger, he knew that neither of them would probably remember it the next day.

"My wife and your friend, Pooja, is stuck in Goa dealing with some conflict among the hosts of her exhibition. It's too late now and her flight got cancelled. You know what the worst part is? Today is our anniversary and I did all of this for her and I've only spoken to her for ten minutes during the entire day. Those ten minutes, too, were just her complaining about what was happening and how she couldn't make it..."