1. Drunken mistakes with shocking results

Wade

I noticed her because she was not looking at me. 

No sneaking glances, fake shy smiles, or playing hard to get like the rest of the female clientele here were doing. 

She just wasn’t interested. 

That was what caught my attention. 

She would be the first one who was not staring. Even some men were staring at me, too. 

as though they were trying to place my face where they knew me from because I look oddly familiar to them. 

They were in suits, so that could be true. 

This bar caters to the rich-working class, the directors and high-ranking staffs across different companies. So their choice of fashion, fashion, which is business casual or just straight business, seems to be right in line. 

The only odd one here is the girl who was not looking at me. She was wearing a floral sundress.

The one who was drinking whiskey like it was water. 

“She is going to get herself sick if she continues like that.” The real bartender, Allen, who was a sort of like a hybrid between my friend and employee, spoke as he came closer to me. He had a worried look on his face. 

“You know her?” I asked as I picked up another glass to continue cleaning just to present the image that I was busy and to stop another person from calling me to flirt with me. 

“Yeah, she is one of the good ones.” He nodded, then looked at me wearily. 

“What?” I stared at him too. 

“Why are you asking about her? You rarely ask about anybody since you don’t care.” 

“She seems… different,” I answered with a click of my tongue. 

“Yes, she is. I told you that she is one of the good ones,” Allen repeated, like his words makes everything come into clarity. 

When she raised her hand that moment to ask for another drink, Allen sighed as he grabbed a hold of a bottle of the brand she was drinking. 

“Thank you for getting that for me,” I said with a little smile on my face as I took the bottle from him, ignoring his hissed whisper of what I was doing. 

“Can’t you see? I am doing my job.” 

“Your job is overseeing the manager. You have nothing to do with being here or serving people.” 

“This evening, I am a bartender and besides, don’t get your boxers in a twist. I am not going to steal your customers from you. I am just going to attend to her,” I whispered back to him before turning away from him and whatever rude gesture he must have made at me. 

“It took you longer than usual to get to me Allen, you are no longer a super bartender.” She clapped her hands while smiling at me. 

Her voice was louder than usual in the seemingly quiet bar, with low soft music playing in the background. So a lot of customers turned to look at us. 

Yep, with her silly smile and loud tone, she was obviously drunk. 

Normally, this level of being drunk would make me take a step back from the person in question, but I could feel my lips inching upward in a smile. 

“Huh? You are not Allen?” She questioned me while leaning forward to peer at me as if the light were too bright. 

Yep, she was really too far gone. 

“You are right. I am not,” I whispered to her with a smile fully on my face now, as if I was sharing an enormous secret with her. 

“What are you?” She whispers back. Or I think she was trying to because her voice came out of the normal tone. 

“Peter Pan.” I blurted out the first odd name I could think of. 

“Where is tinker bell? I prefer her and do you think you can get her to sprinkle some fairy dust on me so I can fly away? I promise to treat her better than the way Wendy did.” 

She looked so serious that I was confused. 

Was she really asking for fairy dust to fly away? 

I think it is time she goes to the hospital. Hers seems more like alcohol poison than just being super drunk. 

“And I think that this is the point where you become cut off from alcohol,” I stated as I stopped pouring into her cup and took her cup from her. 

Immediately, she reached for me and grabbed my arm to prevent me from taking the cup away. 

“No, I can still take more. Alcohol is supposed to make you forget. I haven’t forgotten yet, so I need more,” she whined. Her pitch was back to being loud. 

“Okay…” I hushed her and dropped the cup back on the counter, just so she would not shout again, her own version of talking. “I would not take it away.” 

I was thinking of ways to remove her from here without causing a scene, so I stalled for more time by asking a question which I really didn’t need to know the answer to. 

“What do you want to forget?” 

“My whole life… if that is too much, then maybe just the past month, or just today. I would take any that I can get.” She pouted while trying to move the glass from my grip but I refused to allow her to. 

“Really? What happened?” 

“My sister got married last month and today I learnt that the clause my grandfather placed in his will that would make his grandchildren eligible for inheriting his company is that they should be married before their twenty-eighth birthday. My birthday is in two months and I don’t even have a serious prospect. 

“My sister and brother are married. Apparently, they were aware of the clause for years and I get to find out today. When I confronted my stepmother, she laughed and told me that I should be serious. Who would want to marry me? She is right. Who would, especially on such a short notice? I can barely get anybody to date me.”

I blinked rapidly as her word vomit settled in my head. 

Wow, and I thought that I had a bad day. 

“You need this drink indeed,” I replied as I removed my hand. 

She took the cup gratefully and led it to her mouth, only to pause and drop it down with a sigh. 

“I don’t need to be irresponsible. What I need is to face my problem and try to get a husband before two months time… would you be my husband?” she peered at me from underneath her long lashes. 

Her words sent ice down my spine. 

Of course, she was just like the rest, wanting to find a way to use me. 

I was better than this. I almost fell into her trap. 

“I think that it is time that you call a taxi to take you home.” My words were coldly delivered. I was seconds away from calling security to drag her out. 

“You are right.” She sighed again. “I have to go home and back to the real world.” She came down from her stool only for her to vomit all that she had been drinking. 

Thankfully, I was not in the direction which she let loose, but one or two droplets landed on my hands. 

My uncovered hands which was at the counter. 

A series of memories that were not mine flashed through my mind as I felt free, like a kite flying. 

My unexplained psychic power going haywire for a few moments before calming down. 

By the time it did, people had surrounded her and were leading her elsewhere. Allen was beside me and trying to get my attention. 

“Are you okay?” he demanded, looking stressed. 

I should be stressed too about how I could spin this right, but a smile blossomed on my face. 

“You are right, Allen. She is one of the good ones.” I clapped his shoulders, then I walked away from him to follow the people who were carrying her out. 

She didn’t know it, but she had just invited me into her life. 

She just provided me with a sure way of curing my boredom. 

I am so going to be under her skin that she would think that I am a stalker.

It is a good thing that she had already proposed to me because I was planning on saying yes.