A Drunken Mistake
1035 Words
The semester is about to end, so I decided to go out with my friends. I was sitting at the bar next to Ashley Thompson, my BFF since middle school. Ashley is 5'5", with tanned skin, soft-brown curls, and brown eyes that were heavily covered by thick, fake eyelashes. She got delicate nails that were playing by the rim of the glasses she was holding.
"Is it true that Vincent isn't coming tonight?" She said as she downed her Tequila shots.
"Yep. Vincent isn't coming."
I was about to down my shot when she took it from me.
"What the hell?"
"If Vincent is not coming, then that means you are my responsibility. Don't get me into trouble with your parents."
She put the drink down and signaled the bartender. "No more hard drink, please."
I don't know how long I was staring into the floor when I heard Ashley's voice again.
"Earth to Samantha?"
"Yeah? Were you saying something?"
"I was asking you what happened to your 'knight'?" She made a hand gesture to emphasize the word "knight".
I shrugged my shoulder and headed to the couch where our other friends were. I put some nachos in my mouth before I slouched on the sofa.
"Maybe he must be truly smitten by that woman."
Before I know it, I am already sobbing. And then the sob just turned into a cry.
Some of our friends started to notice. So I tried to fake a smile.
"Drunk. Samantha is just drunk." Ashley tried to cover for me.
"It's Vincent, isn't it?" That was Miguel Pratts, one of my male friends. Miguel, or Mike as we call him, was short, about 5'7", he has brown hair, olive-green eyes, and almost pale skin. "I noticed it has been quite a while since the dude has been here, guarding you." He let out a soft chuckle.
Ashley gave him a warning look.
"What? I have been telling you. The guy only sees you as a relative. I bet he's got into some serious relationship, right?"
I guessed Mike is telling the truth. I felt the pang of pain throbbing in my chest. I have never felt this one before. Every time Vincent falls for a girl, I am usually confident that I can always win his attention back. But this time, it's different.
And it does not help that he keeps me in the seen zone. It makes me overthink more, and the anxiousness reduces all of me to this engulfing fear of losing him.
Benjamin Connor, a 6'0", blonde, closet-gay, and the sweetest among my friends, grabs my phone from me. He keyed in my password and dialed Vincent's number.
"What are you doing?"
I tried to grab my phone from him. I tried to ask for help from either Mike or Ashley. Mike just shrugged his shoulder and took a sip from his drink. Ashley, on the other hand, was smiling like a fool.
"Do you want to have him back or what?" Benji asked me.
"What are you guys thinking?"
"Just go on with it." Ashley winked at me. And then she ordered the hesitant Mike to get some drinks from the bar.
Ashley was getting something from her purse. But before I saw it, my attention was caught by Benji. He activated a voice call on my phone. The next thing I knew, he was now using his overly done male voice with Vincent.
"Hey, Vincent. Yes, this is Benji. I'm sorry if this is a bad time, but Samantha is drunk. Will you tell her parents that she will be staying with me tonight?"
Of course! Vincent does not know that Benji is a closet gay!
Benji winked at me. And then I laughed when he winced and moved the mobile phone away from his ear. I can almost hear Vincent screaming.
"Okay, okay. We're here at Club Noveau. You know where this is, right? What time will you get here? Ten minutes? Okay. Thanks."
Benji raised one of her browse, and in a very gayly manner, he said: "Half of the problem solved."
Ashley and Benji gave each other a high five.
"Now, dear. Act drunk when Vincent gets here. Then we will let him have this drink."
"Did you put something in there? Is it some drugs? Are you out of your mind?"
She hushed me.
"No, no! Not drug, drug. But yes, it's a drug. I put a sleeping pill on it."
"No way! What if it kills him."
"It's within the safe dosage. I am studying pharmacy and on top of my class. Don't you trust me?"
Somehow I still feel that this whole plan is not right. But when I saw Vincent rushing from the entrance, I automatically acted drunker than I already am and grabbed the glass in front of me.
My vision swayed as soon as I stood up. I thought it worked to my advantage. I don't have to act too much.
God, I really missed him!
I faked a slurred speech as I put one arm on his neck. "My kniiiight!"
I heard my laughter ringing against the loud music of the bar.
He put his hand on my waist and whispered to me.
"Come, mi querida. Let me take you home."
"Ah, not yet. One more drink. Just one last!"
My lips almost touched the glass when he grabbed it from me. He put it down on the table. I grabbed it again.
"Okay, then. If you won't let me have it, will you drink it? Pleaaaassseeee?"
My lips are almost touching his neck as I put the glass close to his lips. He grabbed the drink from my hand and took it to his mouth.
I thought we need to wait it out. "I am feeling a little bit dizzy. Can we sit for a moment, Vincent?"
He guided me back to the lounge. I saw him adjusting the collar of his shirt. And then, later, he leaned the back of his head on the sofa. "What were you drinking, mi querida?.... a tu casa, mi querida...casa..."
His speaking was becoming more and more inaudible until he fell asleep.
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