"So can you come with us to the karaoke bar tonight?" I talk on my phone as I put my black heeled boots on.
"Not tonight, Ellie," Angel replies. "Got another hot date tonight."
"I haven't hung out with you in over a week…" I pout.
"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you. Just go out and have fun with Smiles."
"We'll see how that goes," I mutter.
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"That night at the business dinner almost a week ago."
"Oh when he got all jealous?"
"I don't know if it was jealousy…"
"It sounded like straight up jealousy to me."
"Maybe he doesn't like to share his business partner?"
"That's a load'a shit!" Angel laughs. "I know when a guy is jealous. And believe me, he was."
"That's so weird," I shake my head. "Why would he be jealous?"
"Beats me. The guy says he's not into anyone, so I have no fuckin' clue what his deal is."
"Ugh, I hope it's not awkward tonight…"
"Just have some drinks and you'll be fine."
"I hope so…"
"Good luck!"
We hang up the call and I see it's 8:45pm.
"I hope he got my message to meet tonight…" I say to myself as I remember leaving a note on Alastor's front door earlier today. "It's really hard to get a hold of him when he doesn't have a cell phone or a landline that can receive voicemails."
I finish getting myself ready and look myself over in the tall mirror. My royal blue faux jeans rise up to my waist with my long sleeve black shirt tucked in. The shirt has a v-neck that goes just above my cleavage, not that my boobs are that big. My hips are wider and give me a curvy look with my nicely rounded butt. I check my maroon matte lipstick and my smokey eye makeup. Everything looks fine.
"Hopefully I don't party alone," I say. "Even so, I'll still have my fun! I deserve it after a long ass week of working!"
I take one last look at myself in the mirror before heading out for my Friday night.
I arrive at the karaoke bar, heading straight to the bar counter through the crowd.
"Two shots of tequila, please," I tell Husk.
"Coming right up!" He replies.
I lean on the bar counter, glancing around the crowd.
'No sign of Alastor…' I think to myself.
I let out a sigh as Husk sets the shot glasses of tequila down in front of me.
"Rough week?" He asks.
"I guess you can say that," I reply before taking my first shot. "But it won't stop me from having a good night!"
I continue to lean on the counter, staring up at the television behind the bar. The headline reads Return of Infamous Overlord? as the news anchors discuss something but it's muted. The channel then changes to a boxing match.
"Hey there," a guy interrupts my thoughts. "What's a beautiful gal like you doing alone on a night like this?"
"Oh she's not alone," that radio voice says from behind me.
I turn in surprise to see Alastor standing behind me, his elbow on the counter as he leans closer to me.
"She's got all the company she needs," Alastor gives the guy that reassured smile of his.
The guy backs off and disappears into the crowd.
"I was afraid you wouldn't make it," I turn to Alastor.
"I was caught up with some things…" he replies.
"As long as you're here!" I smile.
I take my second shot.
"Two more shots please!" I tell Husk.
"Make that four," Alastor says.
Husk sets the shots on the counter. Alastor downs both of them back to back.
"Whoa, someone's having a bad night…." I take my first shot.
"Two more," Alastor tells Husk.
As soon as he gets the shots, he gulps them down.
"What the hell is up with you?" I raise a brow.
"It's been a...troubling week…" he says.
"Tell me about it," I drink my second shot. "We've had a rough week, so let's drink the night away! Two more shots, Husk!"
Husk pours us our shots.
"On the count of three," I tell Alastor. "We down them. One...two...three!"
We both gulp the shots like champs.
"Aha ha!" I chuckle to myself, on the verge of being tipsy. "I'm gonna have a great night."
Alastor stares down at the counter in thought, a small smile on his face.
"Let me see a bigger smile!" I turn to him as I point to my rosy cheeks. "We're going to have a great night!"
Alastor sees my smile and can't help but smile even more.
"Right you are!" He exclaims. "What better way to do so by drinking! And drink the night away we shall!"
"There's the Alastor I know!" I slap my hand on the counter.
I stumble out the bar, nearly tripping but manage to catch myself. Alastor also stumbles behind me, a drunken smile across his face.
"I fucking hit my shin on the way out!" I grunt as I hunch over but crack up in laughter.
"You're too drunk to even walk," Alastor points and laughs as he catches himself with his cane.
"My shin…my shin…" I laugh as I hold my shin.
I totter with Alastor over to my car that's a block away. We get in and I clumsily start the car.
"Are you in any condition to drive?" Alastor grins.
"Pft! Since when do you care about shit like that?" I laugh. "Besides, I'm experienced when it comes to driving in this condition. Seat belts!" I put mine on and Alastor does so as well.
I begin to drive off.
"Where to?" I ask but quickly answer. "Let's head to your place," I slur at Alastor. "So I can go steal your whiskey."
"That's not very angelic of you," he shakes a finger at me.
"I'm half angel, remember?" I clarify. "I'm a fuckin half-breed!" I fake cry but laugh.
I continue to drive down the road toward the other side of town.
"I need some bread…" I say.
"Bread?" Alastor can't help but laugh. "For what?"
"To eat, genius. I want bread."
"I have some at my estate."
"Oh yeah. I like your bread. I'll steal that too!"
I fumble to turn my radio on and shuffle the music on my phone. I keep the music at a moderate volume.
Uno por pobre y feo pero antojao
Tengo la camisa negra
hoy mi amor está de luto
hoy tengo en el alma una pena
y es por culpa de tu embrujo
"Hoy sé que tu ya no me quieres," I sing along. "Y eso es lo que más me hiere, que tengo la camisa negra y una pena que me duele."
"I don't get to hear you sing in Spanish often," Alastor says.
"I'll sing to you in Spanish more if you'd like," I give him a wink and smile.
Alastor's brows rise at my charming wink and smile. He's always seen me do it to others, but this is the first time I do it to him. And he likes it. After about 15 minutes of driving, we finally reach Alastor's estate. I pull up at the front gate and input the gate code, allowing me to drive in. After driving down the cul de sac, I park my car at the front entrance and we get out.
"Race ya to the door!" I shove Alastor as I clumsily run past him.
I don't even get past some five feet when I slip on some mud, sliding into it.
"So much for your race!" Alastor smirks.
"Silence!" I chuck a wad of mud at his suit before I fall on my back. "Do not laugh at the princess of Hell!" I push myself to sit up.
Suddenly, rain begins to pour down.
"Run!" Alastor helps me get to my feet.
We fumble up the stone steps, but we manage to make it to the front door. Alastor opens the door and lets me in first, closing it after him.
"Look at yourself!" Alastor points at my clothes. "You're covered in mud!" He chuckles.
"I may be covered in mud," I hold my chin up. "But I shall not let it stop me from having a good time."
"You'll need to get yourself cleaned up first," he wanders off. "Follow me, please."
I clumsily follow after him. He leads me to a bedroom down the hall.
"Go in and bathe," he holds himself up against the door. "I shall do the same upstairs in my bedroom."
"Thank you, my good fellow," I bow to him before stumbling into the room.
He closes the door. I make my way to the bathroom and strip naked, cracking up at how much I'm toppling over. I turn the faucet on in the tub and fill it with warm water. Because my hair doesn't have mud, I tie it up in a bun. Steam fills the bathroom and I turn off the faucet once it's full, climbing in.
"Time for some bubbles!" I squeeze a shit ton of shampoo into my hand.
I sing to myself as I lather my body. After about five minutes, I finish bathing and manage to stumble out of the tub and drain it. I crack up at myself as I grab a beige towel to dry my body. Once I'm done, I slip on the red robe and stagger out of the bathroom. I take a moment to glance at myself in a mirror, letting my hair down. I see my eye makeup and hair is messy but looks pretty sexy.
"I look like some runaway hooker," I chortle.
After laughing at myself in the mirror for a minute, I finally decide to leave the bedroom.
"Now, to find the whiskey…" I continue to stagger down the hallway.
I make it to the living area and scan the room. Some feet to the right of the fireplace I spot a collection of whiskey bottles on a wooden table.
"Jackpot…" I mutter as I smirk.
I take the top off on a whiskey bottle and pour some into two glasses. I turn and see Alastor approaching. He's wearing nothing but a red robe as well.
"Good news," I spill a bit of whiskey as I pour into the glasses. "I found the whiskey."
"As if I wouldn't have found it in my own home," Alastor scoffs.
"Whatever, just drink!" I hand him a glass of whiskey.
He and I make our way to the red sofa across the fireplace as Alastor lights the fire with a snap of his fingers. He and I sit about a foot away from each other.
"This is some good whiskey!" I say in a southern accent after taking a long sip.
"If I didn't know any better," Alastor says after drinking from his glass. "I would think you're mocking me with that accent."
"Pfft! What? How?"
"I'm from the south. New Orleans."
"Oh yes! I forgot!" I'm surprised. "New Orleans. Considered to be the birthplace of jazz."
"I'm surprised you know this."
"Come on! I listen to and perform music! Of course I know!" I take another sip of whiskey. "I hope I didn't offend you with my southern accent."
"On the contrary, I'm intrigued by it."
"You make me laugh!" I giggle.
"Would you like me to make you laugh even more?"
"You're more than welcome to, sir. Humor me!"
"What do you call a fat psychic?"
"Hm. What?"
"A four-chin teller!"
I spit the whiskey out of my mouth a bit, trying to cover my mouth as Alastor cracks up.
"You're into dad jokes?" I exclaim as I put my glass down on the coffee table. "My dad gets a kick out of those! He loves cracking them!"
"Your father is a humorous man," Alastor compliments as he also puts his glass down.
"Another!"
"I bought some shoes from a drug dealer," he says. "I don't know what he laced them with, but I was tripping all day!"
"Yes, keep'em coming!" I crack up with him.
"Why did the invisible man turn down the job offer? He couldn't see himself doing it!"
"Another!" I continue to crack up.
"How do you make holy water?"
"Ooo! I know this one!"
"You boil the hell out of it!" He and I say in unison as we lean toward each other's faces.
We both cackle while our faces are still inches away from each other. After a few seconds of our drunken laughing, I stare into his eyes as I stop laughing before planting a kiss on his mouth. He's surprised but doesn't pull back. I quickly break the kiss and back away.
"I'm… I'm so sorry, Alastor…" I feel bad as I shake my head. "I shouldn't have done that without your consent…"
He cuts me off by planting a kiss on my mouth. This takes me by surprise but I continue to kiss him back. I barely notice that like me, he's just wearing a red robe. He slowly climbs on top of me, laying me on the long red sofa as we continue to kiss. He spreads my legs open to allow him to get closer to me, pressing his warm body against mine. He grinds his crotch between my legs, his bare dick hardening against the opening of my vagina.
'What am I doing?' Alastor's thoughts are racing. 'Why am I feeling like this?'
I feel myself get wet as his hands untie our robes, our naked bodies generating more heat together. As I kiss his neck, I notice scars scattered from his neck down the rest of his body, not fazed by them. Alastor's hands explore my body as we continue to make out, all new territory to him. Instinctively, he grabs his hard shaft and drives himself inside me, causing me to moan. The sound of my moan just drives him more into a frenzy. He thrusts in and out roughly, using his left hand to hold my hip for leverage. It's rough but it turns me on even more, likewise for him. His right hand reaches up to the side of my face as he caresses it, his hard thrusts getting faster. I let out moans that drive him insane. He thrusts harder and faster. I feel his hot breath on my skin as he breathes hard into my ear, his deep groans turning me on. He feels himself approaching a release, something he's not at all familiar with. Something so primal. All those years of untapped sex drive, releasing now with every hard and fast thrust. The sound of his deep groans right next to my ear as he kisses my neck helps me further reach my climax.
"Alastor," I moan as I orgasm, digging my nails into his back.
Hearing me moan his name is what makes him explode inside me. He lets out a deep groan as he gives a few more slow thrusts before coming to a halt. The only sound we hear is our heavy panting and the crackling fire. Alastor breathes hard as he supports himself over me, his face next to mine. He then gently holds my face and looks deep into my eyes, wondering what the hell just happened between us. Our exhausted gazes break when he collapses on top of me. I too fall asleep, our bodies entwined.
(Song Camisa Negra by Juanes)
