Terribly
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“Come on, Angel. It's getting late," Grayson says and takes my hand to lead me behind him to the others. We sit down and immediately Baxter hands Gray a bottle, "Sorry I got mad, guys. I didn't think it would be this cold in here."
"I can't feel my hands, but that's okay," Bax assures him and I think he's right because his signs are a little stiff.
"I like your deaf friend," Fiona tells me, covering her mouth again and letting out a drunken giggle. Bax bites his lip to keep from making a face and Hans just shakes his head, "I never like anyone that young, but he's really cute."
"Never tell her I'm not deaf" Bax asks me and I roll my eyes "But tell her I like her, too."
"How romantic. Everyone is coupled up and I’m alone as usual," Hans complains bitterly and takes a swig from my bottle, then hands it to me as I hold out my hand towards him.
"You should go over to Bax and hang out with him for a while, I think he likes you too," I advise Fiona, covering my mouth just for show and take a very small swig from the bottle, because even though it's relatively sweet, I don't like it enough.
And I do that for the rest of the night, while the others finish everything, I just take small gulps to pretend I liked what Gray bought me. To be honest, I didn't think after how angry Gray was that we could have a good time, but we did. We even played music on Hans' phone and danced a little. It's very entertaining to see my new friends so lost in themselves.
And it's only when I pay attention to how very drunk everyone is that I realize we have to go home at some point.
Sometime very soon because I can't stand the cold anymore. And the only person fit to be behind the wheel (me) doesn't know how to drive.
"I want to leave," Bax says and it takes me a moment to realize he spoke out loud.
"Yes, I think it's time," Gray agrees, his voice very slow. He takes his time getting up, "Everyone to the Batmobile."
"That ugly dump offends the name of the Batmobile," Hans complains and extends his hand toward Fiona to help her up. His skirt once again flies up, as I imagine mine has been doing and he lets me once again see his äss barely covered by his panties.
I don't help anyone, I just stand there watching them. I've always been very intrigued by how people behave when their mind is intoxicated. I didn't think it was that... dumb. But it is.
Fiona and Hans hug and start walking to the car swaying back and forth and singing a pop song. Gray is walking like he's a zombie and Bax is clearing his throat as he's swaying a lot, like he's going to fall over at any moment.
When we get to the car, I decide to get into the driver's seat and take the keys from Gray. If it's not wise for him to drive when he's healthy, much less so when he's in this state.
"Do you know how to drive?" asks Bax after fifteen minutes of just clearing his throat, having some difficulty pronouncing consonants.
"Midnight knows everything. She's incredibly smart," Gray replies from the passenger side and drops his head on my shoulder, "You probably know how to sail a boat, too."
Theoretically, yes, I know how to sail a boat. And theoretically I know how to drive a car, too.
"Sure," I reply, even though I know it's a lie. I don't know everything, but I know that the best way to learn something is to try. So I adjust my mirrors, put on my seat belt and start the car. I can do this. There is no room for fear inside me.
That's actually a lie. Fear is the emotion that controls our brain the most, the most intense on a psychological level and the one we live with at all times. But anyway, if I pretend that my amygdala is not being fully stimulated at this moment, I will not feel the fear. Repression is quite effective, I've been doing it all my life.
I shouldn't be afraid because that leads to a panic attack and I need to be very sane right now.
"Oh... Mid," Gray murmurs, still not lifting his face from my shoulder. In fact he moves even closer and puts his mouth on my neck, "You smell so sweet and your skin is so soft. I really want to bite you."
My breath catches in my throat as he gives me a big, wet kiss. That makes me squirm for a long second.
"Stop doing that," Hans reproaches from behind me and pushes Gray away, "I want to get there alive."
"It would be better if you didn't do that, Hans is right," I agree and help him a little so he reloads on the other side, "All right. All set. Perfect."
I tighten my hands on the old steering wheel, put my right foot on the pedal and my left on the clutch. I put my hand on the lever and take a big breath, ready to drive.
For the first time in my entire life, without any preparation, down the road, at night, for an hour and a half.
"Am I the only one who feels like she's completely immobile?" asks Fiona after a while, "Midnight? Could you drive faster? I feel like we're not moving at all."
"Uh, yeah, I'll drive faster," I promise and swallow before putting the car in first gear and stepping on the accelerator bit by bit.
"Not so fast!" complains Hans behind me and puts his hand over his mouth as if he's going to throw up. I haven't even driven more than a mile..
"Yes, faster. The smell of sweaty feet and äss is choking me," Fiona pleads and Gray growls toward her.
"Listen, you brainless asparagus,” Gray begins, turning back to make his point clearer, "That's what a real alpha smells like."
"Yeah, right," she scoffs and Hans joins in the dispute, saying he likes the smell.
"Would everyone please shut up?" I interrupt, loudly and they go completely silent immediately. Except for Bax.
"I wasn't saying anything," he defends himself.
"Isn't his voice completely adorable?" asks Gray, and the answer is: no. His voice is not adorable. It sounds like some kind of broken-down, old robot with no oil in it, but just the fact that he's talking is cute, so I nod.
"His voice is sexy and impressive for someone so deaf," Fiona murmurs, so delusional, "But I still think we should go faster."
I ask them to be quiet one more time and now they all heed me. Then I dare to walk a little faster and move the steering wheel a little. Luckily there's no one else on the road who can complain that I'm not exactly driving well.
I just hope I make it home alive.
{ Grayson }
Midnight is the smartest person I know. I don't know if she's ever driven in her life, most likely not, but I'm sure she'll somehow manage to get it right, I trust her one hundred percent. That's why I relax against my window and close my eyes.
Drinking alcohol is something I personally hate.
Not because of anything moral or whatever, I don't have a problem with alcohol in general, but because I'm an... active person, I'm always in an altered state, I guess. And I've gotten used to that, I like living like that. I've gotten used to always being moving one way or another, to always having something inside of me preventing me from being at peace. And when I have even a little bit of alcohol in my system, I shut down and I don't like that.
I don't like feeling sedated, it reminds me of my childhood, when they made me take medication all day long and I couldn't even blink properly. However, I always think that this time it will be different, that this time I'm going to have fun like everyone else does.
That never happens, I just get sluggish and depressed. More than usual.
I don't know how much time has passed, but an intense smell of alcohol brings me back to life.
"Sir, excuse me are you okay?" asks an unknown omega very close to me and shines a small lamp in my face without removing a cotton ball with alcohol from my nose. Whatever drunkenness I had left vanishes at that moment.
I'm alone in the car and that woman is wearing a paramedic uniform, this can't be right.
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