Your POV
"I'll have a double martini with a vodka chaser."
The bartender shot me a questionable look the moment after I yelled my order over the pounding music, which made my brain feel beyond the capacity of my skull.
Chris's face twisted the same way; eyebrows raised and eyes flickering with disapproval.
"Is that strong enough for you, Y/n?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck uncertainly. "I'm not sure how I feel about having to carry you all the way home when you're too drunk to stand." He forced a smile, but the undeniable crease in his forehead told me that he hadn't forgotten how much of a lightweight I was.
"I've had a rough week." I defended, taking my drinks from the bar and completely downing the shot of vodka, wincing as the scratchy liquid slid unpleasantly down my throat. "And I can get picked up by someone else if it's that much trouble for you." I choked out, laughing slightly.
Chris's eyebrow cocked up further curiously. "Picked up by who?"
"A girl called Alara." I shrugged dismissively, suddenly realising that I'd need her to cover for me if Jason became suspicious. The thought of me lying to him settled a faint nauseous feeling in my stomach, but I quickly brushed it off and pushed the thought to the back of my mind.
"Alara?" Chris asked quizzically, tilting his head slightly and taking a sip of his own drink. "Is that who you've been staying with?"
Given the fact that I hadn't consumed any alcohol in over a year, I started to feel the effect straight away, and the truth slipped out my mouth before I could stop it. "No, I've been staying with my boyfriend: Jason."
Chris instantly stiffened and physically winced at the sound of his name. His eyebrows knitted together and his disturbed eyes found mine, a sudden pain pooling within them. "Jason McCann?" He begged for confirmation, his lips parting slightly.
"Yeah." I picked up my martini and took a big gulp to try and avoid the burning stare that Chris held on me. "He's been a dick these past few days though. Hasn't said a word to me." I shrugged, my words suddenly spilling out like I had no control what-so-ever.
"Your boyfriend is Jason McCann?" Chris repeated, his eyes wide and confused, matching his puzzled tone of voice.
"Yeah." I continued, silently begging myself to stop talking.
Chris fell quiet for a moment, until he sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Oh." He mumbled with a slight nod. I fidgeted uncomfortably at his audible disappointment, and leant up against the bar to try and steady myself. Awkwardness surrounded us, until Chris cleared his throat and looked back up at me. "And he's, um... He's cool with you being here... with me?" He said unsurely.
"Actually, he doesn't know." I informed, feeling the alcohol become more and more effective by the second. "But that's a good thing, right? It means me and you can hang out again." I grinned, beginning to feel overly giddy.
"Yeah." Chris nodded, pulling his lower lip into his mouth restlessly. "And I'm so grateful for that... But I don't think Jason will be if he finds out about this."
"He's not gonna find out." I shook my head and stumbled closer to him, before literally pouring the whole of my drink into my mouth and swallowing it difficultly. I spluttered after and squeezed my eyes shut. "Oh my god." I heaved, gripping onto the side of the bar whilst my legs became unsteady.
"Hey, hey." Chris inched forward and gripped my waist gently to try and hold me up. "Why did you do that, huh? You'll pass out if you're not careful."
I giggled and grabbed his shoulders. "Get me another one." I slurred slightly, tilting my head when I realised his features were no longer as clear as they were a few minutes ago.
"No." Chris disagreed, tightening his grasp to make sure I didn't fall. "You don't need another one, Y/n."
"Please." I pouted. "I haven't been drunk since me and you were at that halloween party last year when Ellie ended up fucking Harriet's boyfriend." I giggled. "Oh my god, do you remember that?"
"Yeah, and that was the night when I ended up carrying you home and staying awake all night to make sure you didn't vomit in your sleep and choke to death." He rolled his eyes. "Just sit down for a sec, okay?"
"Did you know that Ellie is a fucking backstabber?" I ignored his requests, falling against his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck. He sighed heavily and tried his best to gently pull me away.
"She's your best friend, Y/n. You're just drunk."
"She's dead." I laughed, falling into a series of hysterics. "She basically betrayed me but it's too hard to explain. But it doesn't matter because now she's in hell." I grinned, watching as Chris's face twisted in horror.
"Y/n, stop it." He mumbled, carefully urging me towards a bar stool and pushing me down slowly. "You shouldn't say things like that, it's not you."
"Oh," I patted his shoulder like an excited child, remembering all the things I wanted to gossip about... the same things that my sober-self would be ashamed to say out-loud. "I'm also a murderer now. I shot this guy who tried to kill Jason, but it didn't end very well because I fell into a huge ditch full of razor wire and scared all my legs." I explained, gesturing wildly with my hands. "Let me show you." I hooked my fingers around the waist band of my jeans, but Chris's hands flew down and grabbed my wrists frantically, preventing me from exposing myself in front of hundreds of dancing sweaty bodies; and probably a few drunken perverts as well.
"No, it's okay." Chris said quickly, sliding into the seat next to me and turning to the same bartender that had served me only a few minutes ago, who's face was coloured with concern. "Can you get her a glass of water please?" He mumbled.
"He means vodka." I corrected, smiling widely and trying my best to appear flattering, but really, I was probably just embarrassing myself.
"I mean water." Chris glanced at me in disapproval, sighing heavily.
The bartender nodded and didn't hesitate to pour me a glass of clear liquid, and he pushed it in front of me with a kind smile. "Here's one glass of vodka." He promised, before turning to Chris and nodding reassuringly.
After I took a sip, I spat it out dramatically, spraying my drink all over the counter. "This is water!" I hissed in disgust, feeling betrayed and upset. "This is disgraceful." I stood up from my seat and slammed my hands against the bar, but realised that I had made a huge mistake when my legs almost gave way from under me. "W-Where's the manager?"
"Y/n," Chris stood up as well and pulled me towards him. "Calm down, you don't need to speak to the manager." He cooed, wrapping his arms around my waist comfortingly, and my anger instantly died down like magic.
"You're right." I nodded, suddenly feeling tears prick the back of my eyes. "I'm such a horrible person, I shouldn't have screamed like that. I need to apologise." I ranted, before violently pulling away from his grip and losing my balance, I felt myself falling, until my side hit the cold marble floor, but I was too numb to feel any pain.
The next thing I knew, multiple pairs of hands were grasping on to me, trying to help me up from the ground. I was surrounded by strange people, all of them undoubtedly concerned.
Though if I had realised that they were trying to help me sooner, I wouldn't have reacted the way I did.
"GET OFF ME." I screamed, panic striking through me as unnecessary visions of Angelo filled my mind. I couldn't move from the floor, and something in my head believed that I was tied down, but in reality, I was just far too drunk. "JASON! HELP ME."
"Shh, listen to me. You're alright, miss." A hardly-recognisable face looked down on me. "We're just trying to help you stand." It didn't take me long to remember him as the bartender who had literally just served me, and I searched the many faces crowding around me until I saw Chris's, and I was suddenly filled with relief.
My vision completely blurred when I was lifted, and when it refocused, I was back on the bar-stool, with Chris clutching my hands tightly in his. "Maybe this was a bad idea." He mumbled, biting down on his lip.
"No!" I disagreed and grinned. "I'm having fun."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "You were literally just on the floor screaming. You're hardly having fun, Y/n."
"I'm having fun because I'm here with you." I smiled sweetly, returning his tight squeeze. "Can I give you my number so we don't become strangers again, I mean, nothing more than friends because I'm in love with Jason." I began to babble. "But I've still missed you."
He forced a smile and hesitated, but then nodded and pulled out his phone.
"Alright."
Although when I took my own phone out, four missed calls from Jason spread across the screen, and the blurred digits showing the time read way past ten.
He was definitely suspicious.
And I was late home.
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i feel like this chapter was confusing
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