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2: TWO

YOU wake up with the strongest of headaches and the faintest of memories to the sunlight streaming in through the window. You know that you are not in your home the moment you sit up in the bed. You begin to instantly wonder where you are exactly. It is not because of the fact that the bedroom looks nothing like yours or that the curtains are a bubbly yellow, or that the bed is not quite comfy, or that the sheets are lime green. But, you know because there is someone sleeping beside you. You look down at the lady who is muttering something in her sleep as she turned on her back from her side and begin to wonder how both of you had ended on this bed.

Her mouth moves again and you try to catch what she is saying. You hear nothing after two whole minutes of concentration and quietly give up on it with a shrug. You yawn softly and stretch your arms and back for a moment. You lift the covers and get out of bed and realize then that you are naked. Then, it all instantly comes back to you, every single damn thing that has left your small head.

'Damn it to hell!' the curse make you to turn around and towards the voice which belong to the lady with the jeweled purse. She has raised her head and is now looking at you. Her eyes are full of dangerous anger that you pray is not and would never be directed at you.

'Are you alright?' you ask her with unsure eyes.

'I wish I were,' she says to you in a voice that reveals the state of your heart. You smile at her then, realizing that the both of you have just had your fragile hearts broken to millions of unfixable shards.

'I wish I were too,' you say to her. She looks at you for a long time and then, she gives you a smile. That smile, it is pretty, you think. It is the kind of smile that could actually light up your world if it was not so broken and beyond irreparable.

'What shall I get you?' the voice of the bar tender interrupts the both of you from your individual thoughts. You both turn at the same time to look at him. He has a lazy smile on his hard chiseled face.

'I will have a glass of vodka,' both of you say at the say time. You both stop when you realize what you have done and turn to each other.

'Really?' you both say simultaneously once again. And then, then... you both burst into laughter.

'What is up with you?' she asks you the moment both your laughter dies down. You shrug lightly.

'Maybe we are in sync.'

'I buy that,' she says to you with that same smile, the light up my world smile that has you touched.

'Then, it is the vodka ladies?' the bar tender asks once again, interrupting the both of you.

'Vodka and rum?' you say to her. She thinks for a while and nod. 'Vodka and rum,' you repeat to the bar tender who also nods and gets to work.

'Looking for something strong are we?' she says to you.

'I just had a nasty breakup. I need to forget.'

'Is the universe timing our misfortune?' she asks you. 'I just saw my bitch down there and she gives me an invitation card and tells me she is getting married to my best friend. The fecking mother fuckers! I was shocked to my core,' she narrated with angry eyes. Your eyes light up a bit at that information. You realize that she is gay.

'Oh shit!' you say with a scoff. At least, Perpetual had only cheated on you. Hers was way way worse.

'Loads of it I say,' she says as the bar tender sets two glass of your preferred liquor combination afore you both.

'Enjoy,' he says. You silently nod at him and gently lift your glass to the lady who also does the same. Then, on a second thought, you click hers with yours. She lifts a brow at you with a small smile.

'To what?' she asks you.

'To a long night of fun?' you answer her quizzically. It is her turn to shrug. She lifts her glass to her mouth and takes a dram of the liquor. You find yourself unconsciously watching her. She is attractive, you think. But truthfully, she is. She sets her glass down and looks at you. You continue studying her face despite that.

She is very beautiful, in some sort of exotic way. She has long wavy black hair which is wild and free. Her face is slightly round with a sharp shin. Her nose is long and pointed, almost masculine than feminine. Her lips are full and red, with lipstick you suppose against her dark olive skin.

'What?' she says, the word drawing your eyes to hers. Her eyes, they are a dull green, almost bordering on sea green. Despite their dull colour and the fact that she is currently heartbroken, it is full of life. It gave away the fact that she was a person who enjoyed living.

'I am only admiring you,' you finally answer her one word question. She scoffs in amusement.

'More like checking me out rubio,' she tells you. 'By the way, do you have a name?'

'Yes.'

'Then I do not mind getting it.' It was your turn to scoff in amusement.

'It is April,' you say, leaving out your last name. You do not want her linking you to the famous Mauritian Vrgan magazine so quickly. Your name was popular.

'Jess,' she says. 'I am Jess.' Then, she downs her glass. You look away from her and empty your own glass, cringing softly as the familiar taste of alcohol graces your throat.

'That feels good,' you remark as you signal the bar tender to come over.

'Another glass or shall we get a bottle and a room?' she asks you just as the bar tender comes to your side.

'You are joking or not?' you decide to confirm because it would not be so bad to lose yourself in the arms of a stranger for just a night.

'I do not joke April. I want you and I mean it.'

'You really do not mean that, we only just met,' you say.

'Maybe I should tell you exactly how I feel this moment,' she says. 'Oh, I already did. I want you and here is what I want to do about it.' She takes a deep breath and stare at you with those eyes that brings about an emotion that you do not understand because seconds ago you were both only just mutual friends over a mutual breakup. How can you both suddenly turn into mutual partners over a mutual attraction? 'I want to take you upstairs, to a room. I want to strip you of everything and find out if the tattoo on your left cleavage reaches your belly. I want to spread your legs and show you that you are still wanted because you think that you are not.'

'How d'?' you start to say.

'You wear your emotions on your pretty face little bird.'

Her words leave you wet and horny, high and dry.

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