Chapter 4 ~ Alcohol Happiness

{Ciril’s POV}

I didn’t stop running until my surroundings became virgin to my eyes.

I slowed down my pace now and uttered a groan as my heart now seemed to be burning up in my chest. I was far away from the place of my distress but the hurt seemed to have followed me.

Luckily, I caught sight of a Pub House on the side of the muddy road and I smiled knowing relief was in there. I could go over there to rest and even better, drown my pain in alcohol.

I didn’t know how to drink but that didn’t freaking matter now.  

That’s where I’ll go! I’ll go over there and drown my sorrows in liquor and Negroni cocktails.

I let out a weak smile and began trailing my way toward the Pub. 

After much staggering and cursing, I finally found myself inside the Pub, seated before the counter. Fortunately, I still had some of the coins Feryt had given me a day before, so I was going to use it to order.

All of it!

“Hey, can I…” I waved to the Barkeeper, calling his attention to the only miserable girl in the party house. 

Great Irony, don’t you think?

“Can I get something very alcoholic? I mean, something that can take my head for a deadly spin after a few sips?” I quizzed him and he grew a brighter smile which he shone at me. I didn’t know what it meant and I didn’t care.

“We have beers and some bottles of Palmos Spirytus. Which do you want?” He asked, still wearing his wooing smile. 

Who’s this dude?

“Why not bring both.” I said with a weird beam and he retreated to get them after a slight hesitation.

Once he was back with the bottles, I poured out the first glass— which was a very big glass jug, and downed its contents in an instant gulp. At once, my face muscles squeezed up without my permission as the liquid trailed its way into my stomach. I heard the bartender laugh— obviously at my reaction. 

“Do you drink?” He asked me and I grew a scowl at once.

“Do you breathe?!” I returned harshly and the poor lad smiled in his embarrassment and dismissed himself.

“One glass down, a dozen more to go!” I mumbled to myself and was already gulping down another bottle when I was interrupted by a subtle voice.

“May I join you?” It said and I swerved my hazy stare to see who it was. I stared from toe to head.

The man had a worn-out denim jacket slung over his shoulder while a grey T-shirt clung to his toned frame. A pair of retro jeans and scuffed shoes completed his casual ensemble. It was a nice fit but when I drove my gaze to his face, everything became nicer.

I looked up at his face and the only word that could describe what I was looking at was, “Wow”. 

He was… Beautiful.

So beautiful. 

The room seemed to grow hotter. 

The more I stared, the word ‘beautiful’ seemed to not be able to sufficiently describe what I was staring at.

His face was sculpted to apt perfection. It adorned with ocean-blue siren eyes and lips that looked so pink and so soft that I could almost feel its texture. His features were so defined that he looked unreal.

I couldn't stop staring. 

It was like my brain function had been overridden.

He was effortlessly stunning and I had to remind myself to breathe while staring at him. With a strong sexy frame and a pronounced aura, he looked like he was created by three gods and not one.

No, he looked like a god himself with his strong—

Okay, Ciril, stop. Control yourself.

“Sh.. sure. You can sit.” I replied immediately, trying to understand why he had chosen to sit beside visibly-miserable me out of all the other girls in the Pub. 

I wanted to dismiss him just like I had dismissed the barkeeper boy who was trying to hit on me. I really wanted to be alone, but something about the guy wasn’t permitting me to do so. 

Maybe it was his calling appearance or the way he looked at me like I was more than just a girl… or maybe it was my profound loneliness and tipsiness. Either way, I found myself considering entertaining his presence.

It was not like I was going to become friends with him or anything. Besides, he was not smiling stupidly like that Barkeeper had been doing. 

The stunning stranger placed himself gently on the counter stool beside me and I couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through my skin when his arm grazed mine. I noticed how clear his skin was and I stared at him creepily for a while before I finally ripped my gaze away. The alcohol was already making me begin to misbehave.

He also had a Spirytus bottle in his grip and its contents were already lowered to a great level. And noticing this, I promptly took mine beside my Jug and dumped the remnants into my mouth, making sure the bottle was empty before returning it back on the counter.

“Wow! That’s kinda aggressive for a fair lady such as yourself.” The dishy stranger said with a slight chortle and I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself.

Or stop myself from blushing. 

His voice…

I didn’t know if it was just my drunk self or if he had the deepest and sexiest voice I had ever heard. 

“What can I say?” I started to say with a shaky giggle. “My problems are mighty.” I said and he immediately turned to look at me, but in a rubbernecked kind of way.

This dude’s drunk already?

“You think your problems are mighty? Well, listen to mine.” He gestured his hands in the air to help with his following explanation. “By the next full moon, which is only three days away, if I don’t find my mate at the Mating Ball, my father will force me to get married to someone I don’t even love because he’s been waiting for years for me to find my mate and is now tired of waiting.” He said and took a mighty gulp from his bottle.

“Wow!” I exclaimed louder than I intended to. Seems I was already a bit tipsy myself. “That’s fucked up but hear mine, hear mine. While in your case, you’re being forced to marry someone you don’t love, in mine, I was forced to let go of someone that ‘is’ totally mine—” I paused with a frown. 

“— was mine.” I corrected myself and then we both broke out laughing. It wasn’t that funny but it felt like it didn’t need to be. Alcohol happiness. 

I felt less pain laughing so I continued until I fell off the counter Stool. But then, Mr. Handsome lazily caught me before I could hit the ground. His touch was comforting.

“You catch me when you’re not steady yourself.” I slurred my words and we both chortled at my statement. Again, it didn’t need to be funny to make us laugh.

I broke away from Mr. Handsome’s lazy grasp now and began swaying to the Pub music while the handsome hunk just stared at me. I circled around and stared back at him. I just couldn’t tear my gaze off his lips.

He joined in swaying but apparently, he wasn’t as good a dancer as I was as he immediately lost his footing and motioned to fall. It was my turn to save him so I caught him from falling— clumsily though; we still almost fell.

“I think I like your aggressiveness.” He mouthed in his intoxication as we struggled to steady ourselves from falling. We were completely ratted now. Alcohol overdose.

Is there something like that?

“You think that was aggressive?” I tied my grip around the collar of his denim jacket with a mischievous smile now playing on my lips. I stared at his lips with deep desire. I didn’t know what I was doing but at the same time, I was conscious of my actions. 

“…then tell me what you think of this!” I said and immediately pulled him into a rough smooch. 

I kissed him passionately and roughly

— I kissed him like I was pouring all my pain into him, and when I finally broke out of it, I noticed the bloke looked even more hot. 

How is that even possible?

I started laughing now— again even when nothing was funny, but then I stopped when I noticed how he was looking at me.

“What?” I said, smiling and not expecting the response he was about to give.

“You’re beautiful.” He said softly. 

“Really beautiful.”

I tensed.

My cheeks flushed red. 

He continued talking. “I don’t know who hurt you this way but what I know is that an angel body like you didn’t deserve it. You’re so pretty and innocent that it’s crazy.” He laughed briefly. 

“But then what I’m about to say might sound crazier.” He said and took a sip of his bottle before looking back at me. “You know, I’ve always dreamed of spending my life with someone.. someone like you— someone so simple yet so interesting, beautiful yet so humble— I don’t think you know how dazzling you are.” He said and turned his gaze to his almost-empty bottle while I felt my cheeks heat up intensely once again. 

His words, even though he slurred them a bit, had a weird effect on me— and I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or really me tha fancied it, but I smiled either way.

“Or how stunning this bottle is.” He added and we both laughed loudly at that. It persisted for a happy moment and then we went quiet and just stared at each other. 

The Alcohol was clearly in charge of both our systems now.

I caught myself smiling— smiling too much.

He had complimented me when he was the most beautiful living thing I had seen. 

We kept on making this strange eye contact and soon I noticed he was beginning to look at my body in a way that was sexually suggestive… and for some strange reason, I didn’t mind.

— I.. I liked it. 

I smiled widely at him as he trailed his hand around my waist while I rested mine on his shoulder. Soon we were wobbling our way out of the Pub to god-knows-where… and some minutes later, we were alone in a random quiet room.

We both rushed to the bed, connecting ourselves with wild kisses and caressing. We fell onto the bed and I immediately straddled him before tearing open my dress to expose my breasts to this handsome stranger’s gaze. 

He smiled and cupped them, blessing my skin and sensitive nipples with the warmth of his hand before he switched sides with me, placing me on the bed and hovering his broad and sexy frame over me. 

“Your body is… it’s amazing!” He muttered in the rush.

He immediately tore my legs open and I assisted him by pulling off my underwear hastily. While I did, I was oblivious to the fact that he was also undressing himself— taking off his pants, and when I looked back at him, I saw something that made my blood pressure rise and my eyes stretch widely apart. 

I saw his thick and veiny length. It was beautiful.

I tensed and then I gulped but then, almost immediately, I grew a wild desire so that I spread my legs again and called on him.

“Fuck me!” I voiced with gnashed teeth and he wasted no time in dumping his throbbing length into me. It was immediate and it was sensational. My chest arched up 

My gaze tore widely open and I gasped as he filled me. 

I clawed my fingers on the sheets and drove my gaze to the ceiling as the raw bliss filled me. He began stroking deep inside of me and I responded by grinding my hips against his and moaning loudly. 

Again, I didn’t know what I was doing but I was conscious of my actions.