I scoffed and waved a hand. I turned around just as one of the white doors opened. Did they really open or was I seeing things? "Can you see that?" I asked Adrian, squinting as some men walked out. Was that Darius?
Adrian swore, straightening up and placing an arm on my shoulder to pull me upright. "Hey," I protested. I liked my head on the railing.
"Shhh," he said. I gave him a confused look before turning around to see Darius walking toward us. I giggled. Darius tugged at his tie, ruining my perfect skills, and loosed it, looking irritated till he saw us.
"Hey," he said, walking up to where we were standing.
Adrian and I both lifted a hand up in a wave, keeping our heads slightly positioned to the ground. Would he be able to tell the difference? No. He looked over the railing as he loosened the tie and I frowned. I spent good time doing that tie up. Adrian ribbed me and I looked away, realising I was glaring at him. Well, it was my time, or a tie I did.
"It's cold,” Darius observed. “Where is your jacket?"
"Don't speak," whispered Adrian from beside me and I scoffed. Please, I can act like I was sober.
"Cold air hot take," I said, waving a hand and stopped. Darius stood up, raising an amused eyebrow at us as his eyes went from one to another.
"Are you drunk?"
"She did it, not me." Adrian pushed me, making me trip over yelping as my head hit the railing.
"Are you okay?" Two hands grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up. I laughed, turning around to look at Darius. Aww, poor guy looking concerned.
"Don't worry. Nothing damaged," I said as I leaned back against the railing.
"Are you okay?" he repeated, pulling me upright. I held up a finger till I stopped laughing and then looked up at him. Whoa, was he always this tall?
Were his eyes always this green?
"You have green eyes," I said the obvious.
"I know," he said. Was he smiling?
"Guess what color of eyes I have?" I said, yawning. I moved closer so I could lean my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes. Can I just sleep?
Darius spoke. "Come on. Let's get you a seat."
"I don't want a seat, like who even thought about the word ‘seat’? It is such a weird word, isn't it?"
"Sit," Darius ordered and I obliged, placing my butt on it and folding my hands on my lap. He sat on the other bar stool and I looked up and smiled as the bartender winked at me.
"Back for more?" he asked, walking toward us with two glasses.
"Enough for her," said Darius with a shake of his head. I frowned as I looked at him, making him know of my disapproval. Party killer. Did he even party?
I tapped my fingers while looking around the bar, bored. The music was loud, maybe I should go dance. I looked up at Darius who had his eyes on me, with an unhappy look on his face.
Maybe not. Something told me that he was probably not going to let me go party. After all, he was the party pooper.
I slumped in my chair thinking, can we just go? Then realising that I couldn't see a dock or pier in the distance, I resigned to the fact that it was going to be some more time before they let us go. A waiter walked by carrying a tray of alcohol and I plucked myself a glass while Darius got distracted by something else.
"Thanks," I muttered, raising the glass to my lips but Darius's hand wrapped over mine, preventing me from downing the glass.
"Hey, I was going to drink that!"
"No."
"But I am thirsty." Duh.
He signaled for the bartender and ordered something clear. Vodka?
"Drink this," he said as he gave me the glass.
Gladly.
I took the glass, gulping down half of it before I realised what it was and wrinkled my nose. "Ew."
"It's water."
"Exactly. Ew," I said. Who drinks water these days?
I leaned on my hand that was on top of the counter as I watched him type away on his phone. Does he ever go anywhere without his phone?
Sorry, three phones?
I yawned and looked around for Adrian. The party was boring without him. Where did he go?
"Dairy," I muttered, playing with a strand of my hair that came out of the bun.
"Dairy," I called out louder.
"Yes?" he said, not even glancing up from his phone. What was so important? I reached over and plucked it from his hand before he could react. I looked at the screen.
Emails? Ew.
"Ivory, I was working."
Ooooh, Ivory, so scared. I moved my hand before he could grab it and hopped off the chair.
"This is a party, so you party," I said, walking off. I could hear his footsteps as I walked toward the railing. Maybe I could just throw it over.
"Aluminium," he groaned as I leaned over the railing. Just a bit more and then it will join forces with the water. But, of course, Darius seemed to know exactly what I wanted to do and pulled me back, trying to get the phone.
"No. At a party you don't use phones."
I changed it over to my other hand and held it behind my back.
"Can I have my phone back?" he pleaded.
"Magic word."
"Please."
"No."
"I said please."
"That wasn't the magic word."
"Ivory."