Tempting - Chapter 25: Drunk in the Night

He looks over at me in a way of him asking if I'd like one too. I nod, thinking why the heck not?

I'm not good at talking in general, but I've never really gotten drunk enough to know if I'm a

good conversationalist while under the influence.

I have to say, drinking on a empty stomach is probably not the best idea, especially since I hardly

drink in general. Once the hard liquor hits my stomach and warms my throat, it also thaws the

barrier keeping my thoughts in.

"I'm sorry Calvin, but if you don't think Hannah Montana is the best childhood show ever, then we can't be friends."

"Its just not my thing. I liked power rangers growing up." I giggle, feeling a slight drawl

on my lips.

"Only wimps like that."

"And only geeks like p-power rangers... Shoot, I mean Hannah Montana!"

"Ha ha! You can't take it back!" Coldren parades as I sigh heavily.

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Switched P.O.V

My hire has been watching the little mushroom since Friday, and commendably he has attained

information on were he lives (a shambled apartment building). However, what I can do with this

information has not yet been clear to me. I sit at my divine isle in the middle of my living room

, staring at the flat screen tv that almost takes up most of my wall when my phone goes off on

the counter. Darkness stretches across the sky through my window. I have to find some way to

get information from that man, but how I'll do so is still unknown.

I answer the call abruptly.

"What?"

"Sir, he's on the move." My heart skips a beat.

"He is? Where is he going?"

"He's going on a bus right now, I'm following it."

"Well make sure to not lose him!" Silence ascends on the other line as the remote hum of his car

fills the space. A few moments go by before I let the itching in my mind take over.

"Well? Is the bus going anywhere near Mr. Malone's home? Can you make a inference of where he might be going yet?"

"Not yet, but he missed the exit to go to Mr. Malone's street. I think he might be... going back to his work? Or somewhere close to there."

"Hmm, I wonder what he might be up to. Text me the address once you've gotten it. I think its time to handle this problem head on."

I end the call as I place both my hands on the isle, my golden opportunity finally surfacing.

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Calvin POV

An hour or so goes by, or at least I think. The slow thump of the music integrates into my mind as

I slump over the bar counter. My head

throbs as I let my mouth hang open. I feel 80% hammered, just on that threshold of staying

awake and completely passing out.

I rub my fingers on my temple as Coldren downs yet another shot, but I can tell he has become

uninterested with furthering anymore conversations.

He hiccups slightly as he rubs a hand over his scarlet face, looking back at the other table now

and again. Specifically at Elizabeth. I press a hand against his arm, wanting his attention. Even

though I'm drunk within a inch of my life, I still have something dangling in my mind.

"Coldren..." I blurb, trying to down the acid threatening to climb my throat.

"Do you k-know anything else about D-David?"

"David? Which... Which David... Malone?"

"Yeah."

"There's a lota things that I know about him, why do you want to know so bad*hiccup* badly?"

"I j-just want to know." Again my mind flares in a bothersome headache.

"What specifically?"

"Has h-he ever been with anyone?"

"Recently? Well I'm not so sure but there's thing *hiccup* with Ms. Collete." My heart drops into

the pits of my stomach as her name hits me. My throat closes and my vision fogs slightly, but I

believe Coldren is too drunk to notice.

"What do you m-mean?"

"Don't you remember the press thing we did?... Oh wait you ran late. Basically we had to *hiccup* cover up something that got leaked to the press, managing and paying websites, stuff like that. It was being spread that Mr. Malone had a new girlfriend, with the name Jazimine Collete. Mr. Malone hasn't really disclosed that much information on it yet but... Hey where are you going?" He

asks as I shake my head profusely, standing up from the black bar chair. I try to talk but the

lump in my throat coaxes me otherwise, so I grab my bag and leave, without another word. I

should've known. I grab my head as I walk outside, the cool air blanketing me. A thought comes

forward in the jumbled mess that makes up my mind right now. What did I expect? I'm just his

employee. He's probably been with lodes of people like me.

I shake my head, a small tear running down my cheek as it falls off the base of my chin. I wipe

away at it angrily as I reach the bus stop, the clouded night sky making everything solemn.

I sway a little. I've never been this drunk before. Clutching on to the strap of my bag, I try to hold

back a sob battling to break through. What made me think I was special enough? No

wonder he decided to stay with her. Of course he was too good to be true.

Another tear slips from my eye, then another. And soon they were sliding down from both my

eyes, soaking the collar of my shirt.

*SMALL TRIGGER WARNING (Nothing happens here, but it still can be triggering for some viewers.)

"Why you crying?" I hear from behind me as I stumble and turn around sharply. A man with a

black shirt and dark denim jeans stands before me. He has black hair and dark intimidating

eyes.

"What? You not going to answer my question?"

"I-I, I'm just waiting for my bus."

"You're waiting for your bus?" I swallow as I take a small step back, trying not to make eye contact.

"Are you drunk? You seem really drunk."

"N-No, I'm just w-waiting."

"You shouldn't be waiting outside by yourself like this, especially if you're drunk." He snakes as

my eyes dart for any familiar faces that may be around, but I see no one. How long have I been in

that bar? I feel so sluggish that even standing is a challenge.

"I have a house down the block-" He points down the street,

"that I can take you back to. You know to wait for the bus."

"I-I'm alright. Please, I just want to take the bu-"

"What? You think you're too good to wait at my house, chubs?" He takes a step forward, those

daunting eyes slicing through me. I shake my head as I clutch on to my strap tighter.

"No, p-please I didn't mean it that way."

"Then what's stopping you from coming with me?"

"I just want to go h-home." Suddenly he grabs my wrist, yanking me forward. The smell of sweat

and something else inconceivable wafts into my nose and for a second I can't breath.

"You're coming with me-"

"No he's not." My head snaps towards the familiar voice and I almost throw up from surprise.

The strange man instantly lets me go as a tall figure with a suit comes walking forward, his hands

in fists.

Wow, talk about dangerous. Calvin should be fine, but who's this mysterious man who had came down from the heavens for his rescue? Find out in the next chapter! ;)