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Chapter Thirty-Six: An Accidental...

Coming to an excited halt in front of the movie shelf, Connie searched through the dusty columns of rather old movies; looking for the one she wanted. Her hazel eyes brightened when her finger went over the one she sought after, and she quickly pulled it out. 'The Phantom of the Opera', was the movie she picked, she was rather fond of the movie, and one could say it was one of her favourites, but the real reason she wanted to watch it now, was because she wanted to sing.

Walking over to the TV now, she crouched down to the floor and turned on the DVD player under the TV on a shelf below. While she waited for the thing to turn on, she swept her eyes up to the TV screen and turned on its black screen as well. Giggling slightly at the little welcome sound her DVD player made when it was turned on, she immediately went to putting the movie on, anticipation ever present on her slightly flushed face.

When the main menu for the movie came up, she quickly pressed play and skipped away over to the couch, taking notice that Altair was on the other couch once again. When she sat down she looked over to him and noticed how bored his expression was...how...this was the phantom of the opera! How could he not lik- oh, he didn't even know what it was, how foolish of her.

Her face completely contrasted his as she was all smiles as the movie progressed, it had only just begun but Connie was still excited. She wasn't aware that Altair had no clue at all what the people in the film were speaking about; it seemed she was completely oblivious to everything in her current state.

Her eyes casually shifted to the bottle beside her on the table...before glancing slowly towards Altair; he wasn't looking. She slowly started reaching for the bottle while keeping her eyes on the screen.

"It seems you have no concept of a deal?" stated Altair as her hand was inches from the bottle. Her head quickly snapped towards him and she pouted with her lips, retracting her hand from the bottle.

"You're no fun." She commented, eyes looking back to the screen as music started.

"You have stated so already." He replied with a smirk.

A thought then occurred to Connie...she didn't want to miss the movie though...

It was worth it she decided.

Getting up slowly, she was determined to leave but Altair grabbed her hand as she walked by and gave her a questioning glance.

"And where are you going?" he inquired as she narrowed her hazel eyes at him.

"To the bathroom, are you going to follow me there too?" she asked with some mirth in her voice.

He shook his head and let go of her, she glanced at the screen again and an idea occurred through her slightly dazed mind. She walked over to the TV and turned it up loud enough for her to hear when she left, this wasn't the only reason however; she didn't want him to hear her walking around...

Skipping with a smile out of the room she headed to the bathroom, Altair watching her leave. She didn't actually have to use it, but it was a good excuse, she had had a lot to drink after all. Tiptoeing out of the room after a few moments, she headed to the kitchen where she knew all her alcohol bottles were. She knew herself that she was getting a little out of control with the drinking, but she felt she had a justified reason, one that she couldn't remember at the moment however...

It was a good thing she had more than one Amaro Lucano bottle in her cabinet. Quickly pulling it out, she ran to the bathroom again being as silent as she could; the loud music from the living room was welcome as she dashed to her destination however.

In the bright white bathroom now, she shut the door and sat on the ledge of the bathtub before opening up the bottle. She didn't care that she didn't have a glass, she could drink out of the bottle, it wasn't like anyone else was going to have drinks with her, and there was no way Altair would.

Pulling the bottle to her mouth, she quickly smelt it before smiling and taking a nice swig of the bottle. there was no way to measure how much she was drinking each time, that was fine though, as she only stopped drinking when she was close to throwing up. Otherwise she just kept at it; one was never drunk enough until that point.

She felt herself sliding into the tub, but didn't bother to do anything about it; she was too wrapped up in the effects the drink brought. Before long, she was laying in the tub with her head against one side and her legs hanging out the other side bottle in hand.

Whatever knowledge of time she once had was completely gone, to her it wasn't relevant and the only thing that mattered at the moment was the bottle in her hand. She took another swig.

Altair was watching the screen go on and listening to the music, which was probably the only thing he was enjoying from the movie, he didn't understand anything and it was now starting to frustrate him greatly.

That wasn't the only thing that was frustrating him, Connie had been gone for quite some time and he was quite positive it didn't take an hour to go to the bathroom. He could guess what she was doing and he was irritated he didn't realise it from the start. He had never realised how immature Connie could get, but it seemed this was it, he only hoped this occurrence wasn't going to be a frequent one. Getting off the couch, he headed to the bathroom determined to find out what Connie had been up to, he was sure he wouldn't be surprised.

Opening the door the first thing he saw were legs sticking out over the side of the tub, Connie's bare feet moving with her toes wiggling. Small giggling was heard and he walked into the bathroom now, stopping right in front of her legs and staring at the sight before him.

Connie lay in the tub with her head hanging back over the rim of the tub, completely unaware of his presence right before her with the evident bottle of alcohol in her hand; she giggled once again before speaking.

"Everything's more interesting upside-down..." she muttered rolling her head slightly.

Altair then saw her lifting the bottle up along with her head; her eyes met his quickly as she noticed him.

"Oh fuck." She stated hazel eyes widening, hugging the bottle to her chest to keep him from stealing it from her.

"Is it that complicated to cease drinking for an hour?" He asked with a sigh, lifting his hand to his head and shaking it in disappointment.

"Dude, you don't make deals with drunken people. Besides, it's been more than an hour! I waited and just started now!" she answered, grabbing the side of the tub with her free hand and lifting herself enough so that her feet were on the floor and she had enough leverage to pull herself out of the tub. When did she get in there anyways? Altair was shaking his head at her, he knew she was lying about just starting to drink; the bottle was more than just started.

Stumbling slightly as she got out she quickly ran to the living room as she heard one of her favourite songs coming on to play. She was in the living room in no time and the bottle found itself beside the other one. Altair entered the room slightly after her.

The words "A toast for the city" and "What a pity that the Phantom can't be here!" Were heard before Connie jumped on the coffee table, stretching her arms out as she shouted the words she knew would be sung next.

"Masquerade!" she dropped her arms before continuing, "Paper faces on parade!" Connie then lifted one of her legs in a mock marching pose saying the word "Masquerade!" once again.

"Hide your face, so the world will never find you!" was the next expression to follow as she actually marched this time across the dark table, as the tiny break with music broke in.

"Masquerade!" Followed once again and this time she began to actually dance, before continuing, "Every face a different shade!"

She was dancing happily on the table, not a care in the world, even Altair's expression to her antics could not stop her; she was having way to much fun.

"Masquerade! Look around -there's another mask behind you!" were what she sang next. She wasn't sure how she sounded, but she honestly didn't care one bit, this was her chance at finally having some fun.

The next part in the song was too fast for her in her current state, so she found she was just humming along as she picked up her dance on the table, jumping around and kicking her feet around on the dark table, her brown hair dancing around with her as she moved.

She saw Altair was out of his shock by now, and had seated himself on the couch he was on earlier; his expression though, was one of amusement. The course was coming again and she prepared herself for it, getting ready to fling her arms up to the words.

"Masquerade! Grinn-"was what she sung but was cut short when she whipped her hands into the air and lost balance, feeling herself falling backwards towards the floor.

However, as it was ever timely, her back was falling towards Altair and he quickly stood to catch her. There was no such luck for that however, and they both ended up falling back, landing slightly on the couch but not all the way. Altair had grunted from the landing, but he was only met with giggling from Connie as opposed to anything else; which was good.

Connie twisted over on Altair and came face to face with him, laughing now at the whole concept of landing on him. It died down however as her eyes remained locked with Altair's brown ones. She leaned closer abruptly, hazel eyes glazed over and slightly lidded, before they disappeared behind fanned brown lashes. She let out a low ragged breath, and the scent of the alcohol filled his senses, reminding him that she wasn't acting herself at the moment. His thoughts however, were halted as her rosy plump lips brushed against his, before she pressed forward with them, leaning her body closer to him as well.

With not one more rational thought, he responded to the kiss, seeking out more. Her mouth opened slightly with his, and he could taste the alcohol now. Her lips and chest hummed slightly then, and he realised she was laughing vaguely as she pulled away from him suddenly, eyes still shut in memory.

She looked like she was going to get off him then, but suddenly lost her balance again and fell off the couch. A nice smack was heard and then laughter; Altair looked over the couch at her and saw her shaking from her hilarity on the light wooden floor.

Was Connie's mind still in check? Or had she lost it all together now?

Still laughing, Connie looked up at him with slight water in her eyes from her laughing fit.

"I'll be back in a second." Was all she said before she began crawling to the kitchen, laughing the whole way there. With nothing better to do now as he didn't want to bother with her anymore, Altair watched the movie. The irritating part however, was that he couldn't understand any of it.

He hated it, how could he understand Connie but not anything else? It annoyed him greatly, especially since she could understand everything in his time but he couldn't in hers. Thoughts on Connie then slowly drifted to the kiss... Did it really matter? She probably had no idea what she was doing...

Suddenly there was a big smash from the kitchen and Altair bolted up before swiftly running to see what it was. When the kitchen came into view, he almost just walked away; did this woman not think things through at all?

He knew he was mad that she went to go drink more, but there was nothing he could do about it. He saw her with another bottle in hand (which he had no clue as to what it was) and a smashed glass right beside her, she looked like she was sleeping...what happened to her?

Walking quickly over and avoiding all the glass, he took the bottle from her hand and placed it on the counter. He then reached down and picked her up bridal style, heading out of the kitchen. He later continued walking over to the dark woodened stairs and climbing them up with Connie in his arms; her arms were hanging since she wasn't awake to hold onto him.

He quickly headed to the green bedroom once he reached the top of the stairs and quickly placed her down in the sheets, tucking her in. He subsequently stepped back; never before had he seen her so...vulnerable. She was always aware and yet, she decided to drink and put herself at risk if there was ever something to happen. Stepping out of the room he quickly headed down the stairs to turn everything off. However he didn't know how to turn the movie off, so he just shut off the TV.

He then headed upstairs and got into the relaxing bed, being very thankful for it. He turned over in the bed and came face to face with Connie, and immediately thought about the kiss... why had she decided to do that? He knew that maybe she wouldn't remember, and he would make sure he didn't bring it up, it was something he didn't want to bother with, and he was sure Connie would pretend it never happened if he brought it up. She had been drunk after all, and it didn't mean anything...why did he keep thinking about it though?

He concluded that it was best to not think about anymore, but instead calm his thoughts and actually get some sleep. His mind wondered off then, and he too drifted off into sleep.

As things seemed tranquil once more, this was not the case in other dwellings of the world. In fact, one could say it was just the beginning in some sense.

"So you're Connie's sister?"

"Yes"

"And you want us to find her?"

"Yes"

"Are you close to her?"

"No"

"Who is?"

"Jake Austin is her closest friend"

"Wonderful."

:P

hey guys! i hope all of you liked the chapter, let me know what you think! they finally kissed! too bad Connie was... drunk.

but omg! whats going to happen to Jake! :O lol, i know :P

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and the continuation for the title is " An accidental Kiss" if you didn't guess :)

i think i like asking questions at the end of chapters XD "what do you think is going to happen with Jake!" :)