Chapter 93
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My face was tensing up by each feeble step that I took as I supported Cher out of the restroom. Her arm was looped around my shoulder and my arm was wrapped around her waist supporting her weight. Because of our height difference Cher's legs were basically being dragged over the floor.
"It's time to lay off on those cakes Cher." I grunted as I pulled her along. Cher only mumbled something under her breath in response before dozing off again.
I was finally arriving at our table and from the corner of my eyes I could see that many of our colleagues were passed out on their chair or on the table, their faces resting in the bowl of snacks. The rest of the colleagues who were better drinkers all gathered themselves around Mark.
'Wow they sure became really comfortable around him.' I thought until seeing one of the male colleague slinging his arm around Mark's shoulder roughly and using his other arm to hoist his glass of beer up in the air. Some of the beer sloshed out of the glass on to the table.
'Or they are just really drunk.' I quickly changed my mind after watching that. Mark's eyes flickered to me and I flinched seeing those clear globes. He gave me a quick one over before nodding at Cher, wondering what I am going to do with her.
"Too drunk. Brandon." I mouthed curtly in response, hoping that he was able to interpret the situation from that. He gave me a weariful look before diverting his attention from me to his whisky glass.
'I guess he understood?' Well, he can always contact me with the phone if something happens. He can even locate me with it if he wants to. 'Whatever.' I shrugged and started to toddle again.
Reaching the entrance, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Brandon standing there with his car behind him. When he saw me the skin at the corner of his eyes started to crinkle and his hand flew to his mouth, trying to contain back his laughter as his body was shaking.
He removed his hand from his hand and used it to wave at me. "H-Hey April." He snorted with a wobbly smile.
I glowered at him. "If you're done laughing at my misery then I would truly appreciate it if you would take this corpse from me." I said between elaborated breathes as I pointed at Cher who by now was laying on top of my back. I could feel my bended legs quacking under the heavy weight and the sweat were starting to leek from my pores.
"Sure." Brandon laughed and with ease hoisted Cher up in his arms. As if she knew who was holding her she started to snuggle closer to his chest, her lips curling up into a smile.
Leaning my hands on my knees I took a few big breathes. Brandon chuckles lightly. "You good?"
Still catching my breath, I could only stick out my thumb upward, nodding my head.
"Do you need a lift?" He queried.
"Nah." I shook my head before straightening my back, placing my hands on my hips as a support. "Mr. Moore is here too, so I will go with him."
Brandon nodded and placed the sleeping Cher carefully in the car before taking his own place in the driving seat. He starts the car and then rolled down the window, sticking his head out. "You know where to find us if you need help."
I laughed. "I even know how to spell your address backwards, go already before she starts to vomit again." I urged him with my hands, shooing him away.
He threw back his head letting out a heartfelt laughter- waving goodbye before he pulled out of the parking lot. I kept watching at the direction where he drove off until the fuming gas of the car dissipated into thin air.
My body started to shiver feeling the cold evening air grazing my skin. "Shit, I forgot my jacket." I cursed as I embraced myself, stroking my hands up and down my arms vehemently to ample some heat.
I was about to turn around and go back inside until my eyes caught a glimpse of the Manhattan riverside. "Wow." I gasped in amazement at the view.
The soft light of the waning moon speared down from above, bathing the surface in silver. The stars of the galaxy were reflected like a mirror on it, like a thousand diamonds blessed with an inner ice. The soft ripples of the calming stream were like a siren song- bewitching me and pulling me to it, forcing my noodle like legs to start moving. My vision started to get disorientated and I could feel my body swaying left to right.
Now that I think of it, I am pretty wasted myself- despite Mark interfering with my alcohol intake. Whenever I would ask for a certain drink and if that drink had a high alcohol dosage Mark's face would then scrunch up in distaste, shaking his head; refusing to buy it for me. He would only buy me the weak alcoholic drinks. I was so pissed that I just decided to let him get me a bunch of those weak alcoholic drinks and then to drink them all, so that I somehow still can get wasted. And I guess that worked.
The streets were now filled with people who were hopping from bar to bar, like vampires enjoying the night life. You could smell the harsh scent of drink of them but also from me. I know it, and so does everyone else. They can see me struggling to keep my balance, and I know I'm struggling to keep it. It was like an outer body experience. My brain was sending signals to my body to move properly, but whether or not my body was obeying was a different story.
But I didn't care I was only focused to go were the siren song let me to. Or was that all in my head and am I not hearing a song at all? But that can't be, such beautiful song must belong to a siren.
'Hmm?' I looked up unfocused, squinting my eyes at the traffic light. Is it green? Can I go? The colors on the traffic light kept flickering and swirling around, transforming themselves into a hug ball of colorful clump.
The funny figure brought giggles to my face and I started strode again as the figure became completely green. The magical river was now closer to me as I entered the park
"Wow." My eyes were twinkling with wonder as I gasp, pivoting as the trees that were scattered around the park were enclosing on me. I kept on squealing and giggling when suddenly a hand shot out, yanking me behind one of those giant trees. I yelped, suddenly confronted with Mark's cold eyes and angry expression.
