She needs another drink (or fifteen).
Oggetto
| saying that my tongue was too loud to trust |
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Drinks with girlfriends are expected, that much she knows.
But she doesn't mind, not really. Alcohol makes it easier, especially when all her friends seem to talk about are boyfriends, wedding plans, future kids and early retirement.
She drinks the cocktails like they are juice, so much that they flow through her veins, flush her skin pink and make her chest feel fuzzy. She's not drunk enough to forget her name, but not sober enough to walk a straight line if someone asked her to.
"So, Eden…" One of her friend slurs easily. "What's new with you?"
"Nothing much." There's a seventeen year old mass murderer with an angel face who spends most afternoons in her apartment with his Shinigami pet. "Work, mostly."
"It's always work with you." Another one, who displays the shiny ring on her left finger by brushing her hair back even if it wasn't necessary. "You really need to find a boyfriend."
"I could set you up with one of my brother's friend." The third one, who spends most of her time on her phone. "He's gorgeous and from a good family and studying to be doctor. Isn't your sister a doctor? They would get along."
"I think Eden hardly has trouble finding a man." The fourth, the one she's closest with, offers coolly. "There's more to life than men, ladies."
"We know Eden doesn't have trouble finding a man. She's so pretty." The first one chimes in, already on another glass of wine. "But pretty doesn't last forever, she needs to enjoy it while she can, find a good one now."
It's when they start arguing that she tunes them out, concentrates on anything else other than them. Her eyes roam all over the bar, trail past some couples and friend groups, business men who had a little too much and then –
Her eyes narrow.
Ryuk offers a mock salute, two sharp, bony fingers going up his forehead and then a grin, horrific, wicked. He floats, unsuspected, over some girl with a sliced apple in what appears to be an empty martini glass.
And she knows, she just knows. The alcohol may make her slower than usual, but it does not make her hallucinate Shinigamis in bars hovering over goddamn apple drinks.
"Excuse me for a second." She doesn't wait for an answer and fishes out her cellphone from her purse, trying not to trip over her own two feet as she makes her way outside.
It's only when she's out the door, early February cold slapping her cheeks red, that she opens the phone and presses number seven on speed dial. He picks up after two rings.
"How many fucking apples did you bribe Ryuk with to follow me around?"
"A week's worth." He's truthful at least. She still wants to throw something sharp at him.
"You have some nerve." Her patience is thinner than usual. "I'm telling him to leave, now."
She wants to hang up, she almost hangs up.
"You sound like you've been drinking. I'll come pick you up." She freezes and looks around the streets in front of her, like she thinks he will magically appear from a dark corner.
"You don't even know where I am…"
"Please, Eden…" He snorts. "Don't underestimate me. You're better than that." And he has the gall to hang up on her – stupid prick.
She needs another drink (or fifteen).
a/n : Poor Eden, I don't think she realizes how much trouble she's in. Next up, more Light meeting Eden's friends. Thank you for reading, drop a line to tell me what you thought and I hope you enjoyed. It's good to be able to write again.