A/N; I own none of the Yogscast. At all. They are entirely their own. Ari, however, is my OC. Thank you to SpiritedandLoyal and ImDefinitelySane for all of their amazing help! Be sure to check them out! Peace.
-Ash
"CREEPER, ON THE ROOF, LA LA LA LA LA! CREEPER, ON THE ROOF, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA! CREEPER ON THE ROOF..." Honeydew, Lalna, and Sips were singing the creeper song. Again. Do they ever stop? I ask myself, looking over at the drunken trio. This is the day she died. I know it's also Treaty Day, but still, can they show some respect? I lean back against the bar, my purple eyes once again unconsciously scanning the crowd for a face my conscious mind knew I would never see again. I turn back to the bar, hiding the fact that my eyes are watering by coughing, then asking Ravs for another round. He complies, passing down a mug of beer. I nod my head in thanks. We've been able to communicate like this, silently, since she... Since the nuke blew up.
Then all of a sudden I'm remembering the last time I was at a party like this.
*flashback*
"Hey, Rythi! Wanna dance?" It was Zoeya; she stood before me clad in a brilliant red gown, looking so beautiful, my breath hitched in my throat for a second, then exhaled on a barely audible "wow".
"Sure," I replied, "Once I finish my drink." She pouted a bit, but then sat down next to me and flicked her hand towards the barman, forming an "o" with her fingers. The barman passed a mug full of yellow liquid down the bar. Zoeya nodded, and kicked the whole drink back in one go. I stared at her in astonishment. "I didn't know you could do that! Last time I remember, all you could take was sips!"
"She's been practicing." says a voice next to me.
"Nilesy!" I say, overjoyed at the sight of him. I envelop him in a hug.
"She's been at the bar a lot lately," says the barkeep, a Scot named Ravs, and one of my best friends. "I swear, I'm going to run out of Zero at this rate!" As I drink down the last dregs of beer, Zoeya grabs me by the hand and leads me to the dance floor as a slow song starts to play. I wrap my hands around her waist, and she throws hers behind my neck. As the band Hats Off takes the stage and begins a nice, slow song, she leans her head into my chest, and I lay my forehead down on the top of her fiery red hair.
So happy, so perfectly happy...
Why couldn't it have lasted?
