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I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off, “Before you even say anything; I plan to get you drunk as hell.”

“I have a meeting tomorrow.”

“Tipsy then, but you’re drinking.” Her tone left no room for discussion so I sighed and nodded. She squealed and clapped her hands in glee, “It is going to be so much fun.”

Euphoria was a huge night club downtown and one of Olivia’s favorite place to unwind after a long week so by extension, it had become mine as well.

The outside was all white marble with tinted glass lining every inch of the building, there was a huge neon purple sign hanging above the front door that spelled out the name in perfect cursive.

The club was soundproof, so you wouldn’t hear the ear shattering music until you walked in through the doors.

The inside was somehow even better, with the same neon purple lights flashing at every corner, clean tables and chairs lined up everywhere, and a centre stage with two cages suspended over it.

They usually had strippers in every Friday.

“Two tequila shots please.” Olivia said as we made our way to the bar.

“One tequila shot and one martini actually.”

The bartender gave me a curt nod and left. Olivia turned to me with a frown. “I thought you were going to get drunk with me.”

“I will,” I assured her, “I just value my liver and my social status enough to not go straight into tequila shots.”

“Your loss,”

It was her loss actually because two hours later, she was already drunk while I was barely buzzed. The DJ started to play a new song and she turned to me with wide eyes.

“I love this song,” she began, “Let’s go dance.”

“I think you need to take a break.” I gave her a mock pat on her head, “Wait here, I’ll get you some water. ”

She muttered something under her breath that I think was her protests but then again, I couldn’t hear her well so she could have been talking about a damn mountain and I wouldn’t know.

I made sure she was sitting securely on the bar stool and I debated leaving the purse with her. At the last minute, I decided to take it with me.

Olivia’s a very friendly drunk and she’d most likely give the purse to someone who she thought needed it more.

“I need you to sit here,” I told her, “I’ll be back in two minutes.”

“I want to come with you,” she whined.

“You can barely stand.” She pouted but didn’t say anything, “Now stay still, I’ll be back in a second.”

I made sure to cast glances at her while I made my way over to the bartender to get her water.

I didn’t look before I turned around because someone bumped into me and spilled their drink all over my top and jacket.

“Two times in one day,” I muttered as I took off my jacket, “This has to be some kind of messed up record.”

“I just think you need to be more attentive when you walk.”

I recognize that voice.

I looked up. Lo and behold, it was the same guy from earlier who spilled his coffee all over me.

He was wearing a form fitted black shirt and washed out jeans. He had an empty glass in his hand and an amused smirk on his face.

“Are you stalking me or something?” I asked, “Because I’m sure the probabilities of getting a drink spilled on me twice in a day by the same person is very low. ”

“I would do the math but thanks to you, I have to get a new drink. You should really start paying attention to your surroundings.”

He turned to leave and I was absolutely shocked, I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out the next sentence if I tried,

“You’re not even going to apologize?”

He stopped and turned to me with a confused expression, “Why would I apologize? If anything, you should be apologizing for your poor attention skills.”

“You spilled your drink on me, twice, in one day.”

“You are a walking hazard.”

I forced deep breaths into my nose and out through my mouth, “There’s this thing, they’re called manners. They’re available to everyone for free. You should look it up sometime.”

“There are these things, they’re called eyes; they are given to everyone at birth, you should use them sometime.” He quipped

I was so stunned that I couldn’t mutter a comeback. He gave me one last look and without another word, he was gone.

Mother fucking dick.

How dare he? First he bumped into me and then he played it off like it was my fault?

He ruined an expensive tan coat that was one of my favorites and then he spilled whatever that was on my leather jacket and top. And he’s complaining about a drink?

I’d gladly buy him a drink if he replaces my clothes.

That would have been a good comeback. Darn it, Adira.

I stalked back to where Liv was while trying to keep my annoyance at bay. Who the hell does he think he is ?

Liv was thankfully, still sitting where I left her. She took me in for a full second before asking.

“Why do you smell like beer?” she looked at me for another second, “And where’s my water?”

It was at that moment I decided I was done, I called an uber and half an hour later, we were back in my house.

It took ten minutes to get Olivia from the car to the room. She fell asleep during the ride and she was a very deep sleeper. There could be a massive explosion and she still wouldn’t wake up.

I may have bumped her head against a few doors but as long as she didn’t wake up, it didn’t matter. She’d probably think it was part of her hangover.

I finally got her up the stairs and into the bed. I changed her clothes and put her in a pair of silk pajamas that she loved then proceeded to help her clean off the makeup.

Usually she would sleep in it but I had white sheets and there was no way I was letting her get makeup on it.

It was after I finished cleaning it that she groaned and opened her eyes slightly. “Where are we?”

“Home, Liv.” I whispered, “Go to sleep.”

“He was hot,” she mumbled, then fell back asleep.

I had no idea what she was talking about and honestly, I was not ready to ask.

I pulled the blanket over her body and started with my own night time routine .

I had set my alarm and cuddled beneath the blanket when a notification popped up on my phone. I picked it up to see that it was from Marissa.

“I sent a message earlier but this is a reminder, the sketches are on your desk and you have a meeting at 8 tomorrow.”

I let out a half groan, half scream into my pillow then changed the time on my alarm,

Fuck my life.