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Elsa knocks on the door not too scarcely, but is a bit hesitant. Eugene opens the door slowly, his grin dies when he sees Elsa, his features become disturbed.
"Hey, Elsa! What a delightful surprise!" he greets her with a strained grin on his face, his voice is a bit shaky.
"Hey, Eugene." Elsa greets him back with a polite, small smile.
For a moment, they just stand still, both of them are waiting for each other to do something. "May I come in?" eventually, Elsa invites herself in while Eugene is facepalming at his stupidity.
"Ah, yes of course!" he cries out as he opens the door fully, lets Elsa in.
"Do you want a cup of coffee or tea?" he offers kindly while Elsa is heading directly to the living room.
"No, thank you... Is Rapunzel at home?"
"No, she has a lesson." Eugene manages to answer and gulps in horror as he prepares himself for falling victim to Elsa's wrath.
Elsa halts in the middle of the living room, does not sit down, instead, she rivets her eyes on Eugene carefully. Eugene swallows thickly, his throat feels too dry therefore he can't suggest her to sit down.
For the next few minutes, they don't talk, just glance at each other. Neither of them wants to be the one who talks first.
Eventually, Eugene simply gives up and sighs in defeat. "I am sorry that I told Jack where your new workplace is without your permission. It wasn't cool." he apologizes for his behavior while he is rubbing the back of his neck with guilt.
Elsa's features relax, her eyes soften. She suddenly acknowledges that she seemed angry. "Apology accepted." she murmurs quietly.
Eugene inhales and finally loosens up. "Do you wanna sit down? Rapunzel has made her famous cinnamon cookies!" he politely proposes as a warm grin spreads over his face.
Elsa smiles weakly back in return, however, she seems still a bit uneasy. "Is something wrong?" Eugene has an urge to ask her condition.
The platinum blonde bites her bottom lip whereas she holding her one arm shyly. "I... I wanted to thank you." she stutters out.
"Why?" Eugene questions her and knits his eyebrows in confusion
"For not telling him my name, my other private information. He seems like an important friend to you but you still refused to reveal my identity. Also, you obviously didn't tell anyone that you saw me in his house, didn't spread a terrible gossip... We are not close, however, you protected me. Thank you, Eugene." Elsa answers with a hesitant tone, she is blushing so hard while her gaze locks on the floor.
A warm smile appears on the handsome brunet young man's face, he feels flattered. "That's what friends are for." he replies as he playfully punches Elsa's arm.
"Elsa! I need your help!" a familiar female voice shouts as soon as she picks up the phone.
Elsa groans and slaps on her forehead in annoyance, gets up from her bed. "I hope it is an emergency, Merida." she snarls with a sleepy tone, has already been changing her clothes.
"Yes, yes it is! A friend of Moana showed up today as a surprise so she can't go to work tonight, she wants to spend the limited time with her friend. We have been searching for someone to replace her job for a night... Could you help us?" Merida explains with a rushed tone, is obviously in a hurry.
Elsa considers it. Today is Sunday, she doesn't work today, it is her only free day. Nevertheless, she has tones of homework, projects and well, she needs to get rid of her tiredness in order to begin a brand new week. "I don't know Merida. I am exhausted. But of course, if you really need me..."
"We damn do! Come on, Els! Today's event is in a really fancy place, many rich people will attend. You can make a huge tip than you can ever do in a month!" Merida roots for her enthusiastically.
Elsa sighs as she massages her forehead. "Alright... What do I do?"
"Now, that's the main reason why I insist on you... You are gonna be a bartender!"
Elsa drops her phone, luckily it does not break.
She is holding a swab, however does not wipe the bar table. It has already been shining, definitely the shiniest table that Elsa has ever glimpsed.
"A mojito, please." a woman orders. Elsa doesn't even peek at the woman, she silently prepares her order.
Apparently, tonight, some bunch of wealthy people is celebrating a bachelorette party. Elsa would never accept Merida's offer if she knew that. She hates rich people, she hates stupidly insane bachelorette parties. Most of all, she hates the fact she has to stand there for the rest of the night and bear the people who act like they own the place just because it is closed to the public for one night. At least, they aren't many men in the club, most of the population consists of women so Elsa supposes she won't be harassed by a drunk douche bag.
"May I have a whiskey neat?"
Elsa stops readying the mojito and stares at the person, whom the familiar voice belongs to. Of course, out of all the people, Jack Frost has to stay in front of her.
His eyes aren't on her, he is watching the bar table with a bored and vexer face, he is clearly in the doldrums.
Elsa gives the mojito to the woman, then glances at Jack surreptitiously. She has considered hiding... But that is such childish behavior and she is definitely not a coward. So, she simply approaches him and puts a glass of water on the bar table.
"What the-Oh." Jack is about to curse, but halts when he sees her. He seems surprised, but not shocked.
"Hi, Jack." Elsa calls him by his first name for the first time. Honestly, at this point, it would be weird to call him 'Mr'. Besides, he is probably only a couple of years older than her.
"Hi, Elsa... Have I ever told you that your name is beautiful, just like you?" he tastes her name for the first time too as he tries to curry favor by complimenting her.
"You are not getting any drink unless it is nonalcoholic." Elsa states with a poker face, her voice is monotone.
Jack sighs tiredly. "Look, we can play this game another time... Tonight, I need to get drunk more than ever." he argues instantly while he is massaging his forehead.
"There no game between us. I won't give you any drinks." Elsa hisses seriously.
"Honestly, how old are you?" he mocks her in annoyance.
"You know what? For a moment, I really believed that you would listen to my advice and cease yourself from this bad habit." Elsa snaps in return, feels rather disappointed.
"What did you expect? That I would change for a woman who I don't even know?" he reasons with a harsh tone, his attractive eyebrows knit together.
Elsa steps away from him while she is shaking her head with a crestfallen way. "No. I hoped you would change for yourself." she whispers to herself whereas Jack is ordering his precious whiskey neat from another bartender. Elsa doesn't intervene, she doesn't care anymore.
If he wants to die, so be it.
A tap. Then, another tap and so on.
Even though rowdy, disastrous music is everywhere around the club, she can feel his fingers tapping on the bar table. As always, that unique rhythm soothes her while his fingers are moving quickly.
"Elsa~" he calls her name with a singing voice and a jovial grin on his face.
She ignores him.
"I want another whiskey neat~" he sings again.
Elsa sighs in exhaustion and walks next to him. She doesn't have the energy to deal with him, he is drunk and she has a job to do, besides she has a serious lack of sleep.
"You really are an alcoholic." she doesn't make eye contact as she mutters to Jack with a pitiful tone... She truly pities him.
Elsa catches the glimpse of mischief on his blue eyes. "Well, if you wanna date with an alcoholic, I am always available."
"Are you seriously flirting with me in this condition?"
Jack leans on her, his breath, which smells terribly alcohol, tingles her face. "Oh, definitely." he replies smoothly as he sends her a flirtatious wink.
Elsa pushes him back gently with her right hand. Then she rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Really? You couldn't find a better one? That's really poor of you." she comments with an uninterested tone.
Jack let out a low chuckle and offers her a flirtatious smirk. "How can I find something better when I have already been looking at the best thing in the world?"
Elsa groans in annoyance, however, a deep blush spreads to her cheeks. "Okay, you are definitely drunk if you hit on a bartender." she taunts him, is actually telling the truth.
It is weird to see him flirting... He has never flirted with anyone before and yet, he has chosen to flirt with her tonight.
This man will be the death of her.
"Jackson Overland Frost! There you are!" a voice shouts out of blue and suddenly, a middle-aged woman, who is probably in her late forties approaches next to the young handsome man. She is wearing a purple, decollete dress. She looks much younger than her age, her physical appearance is totally rocking. She has chestnut brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hi... mother."
Elsa's eyes grow bigger as she realizes that this fine-looking woman is his mother. She quietly retreats, stars to clean a random glass, pretending as if she doesn't listen to them. Normally, she never sticks her nose into someone else's business... Nonetheless, this is an exception.
"Have you seen Tooth? My God, she looks incredibly beautiful as always!" the woman squeaks in excitement like she is a teenage girl.
"Mom, for the last time, I am not interested in her. Moreover, she is in love with someone else." Jack dismisses the idea that his mother hints.
"Real mature of you. You should find a successful, rich and pretty woman before they marry!.. Bartender, give me gin and tonic!" she responses to Jack, then yells to Elsa.
"Have it really crossed your mind that maybe, maybe I don't want to marry a socialite woman, who I don't love? Why do you always have to carry about money?" Jack hisses to his mother, anger becomes visible on his features.
Elsa hands over her drink and returns to her another task, although her attention is still on them.
"What's left to value? You?" the woman asks bitterly, then lets out a humorless laugh. "I have lost everything that I care for thanks to you. You owe me, son."
The platinum blonde drops the glass which she has been holding. It breaks and shatters when it hits the floor. A few people, including Jack and his mother discern that, however, she ignores them, crouches down and begins to clean the mess.
"I don't owe you anything." Jack growls furiously, Elsa can feel it from his tone.
While Elsa is busy with the glass pieces, the woman looks around then have Elsa in her sights. "Look at her, Jack. Do you want to be like her? Cleaning someone else's puke, following people's orders like a dog, willing to do anything just for a few bucks... She is absolutely pathetic, miserable."
Pathetic. Miserable.
Those two words echo in Elsa's mind over and over... Until she stands up. Before she knows, she has already been facing Jack's mother. Jack opens his mouth to speak but Elsa raises her index finger to shush him.
She is certainly fuming and ready to explode. So, uncharacteristically, she simply lets it go: "Excuse me. If taking the bit in my teeth, exerting myself to death, working for hours and hours with honesty makes me pathetic and miserable, then yes, I am indeed pathetic and miserable."
The rest is predictable: A horrified expression appears in the woman's face. Elsa storms off without saying anything else, without caring about her job anymore.
She has never felt that much humiliated before. That horrendous thought occurs her mind while she is sitting on a sidewalk. It is raining, the rain is not too heavy but also not too light. The cars splash water on her when they pass. She doesn't care that she is wet, extremely cold and the fact that she has forgotten her coat.
She simply watches the street, watches the cars, the people and the buildings.
She feels a piece of fabric on her shoulders, now, her back is covered by a coat. She realizes it is her own coat when the sleeve of the coat brushes her arm.
She doesn't thank to him, but doesn't shoo him away when he sits next to her.
"I am sorry."
She does not respond.
"I am so terribly sorry that you had to hear that. My mother is awful. I also apologize for my behavior from earlier. I do not wish to hurt you... As you said before, I am just really an alcoholic."
Again, silence greets him.
Feeling bold, Jack grabs her right hand and begins to caress it, his beautiful ocean eyes are depressed and sad. "I am such a loser, aren't I?" he mumbles, his gaze drops on the wet ground with despair.
He shieds away a little when he feels Elsa left hand on his cheek, stroking it tenderly. "You are not a loser. You are just lost." the platinum blonde responds truthfully.
"Do you mean it?"
Elsa tilts her head toward down to make eye contact. Reluctantly, Jack raises his heads and stares at the young woman. She has a soft, loving smile on her pure face. "Of course I do."
The young man presses his cheek to her hand, is still drawing circles with his thumb on her other hand.
"Let's take you back to your apartment." Elsa mumbles, then she retreats, breaks the contact between them but immediately after, she extends her right hand when she stands up.
Jack gladly accepts her hand, a faint blush spreads to his face when he realizes that they are holding hands. "Thank you, Elsa."
And they begin to walk to his apartment side by side. They are holding hands while raindrops are dancing harmoniously, are touching them delicately.
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