8

"Hmm.. so the person you'd take a bullet for ended up being the one behind the gun, heh?"

Helen shook her head in agreement. "Yes! Can you believe- GH!- that?"

She wiped her eyes that were still wet from the time she said "... and they were together in bed...", then realized the angry stare coming from the other customer next to her, and put back the napkin under his plate. Neighbour watched the way the other customer took the paper with disgust, so he lanced an apologetical glance at him before drawing back to her.

"I am a good person - snif - I don't know where I failed."

"Helen, I believe this is terrible and your husband is a hell of an uninteresting man, but you don't pour your tears because of people who don't deserve your femininity."

"What does my femininity has to do with it?"

"Well, because your husband is an asshole and assholes don't deserve to marry nice women. The best he could get was a mundane girlfriend and an apartment in Vegas, but not a nice woman like you."

The words delayed to get to her brain. "Asshole." She repeated quietly. It was the first time Helen called someone an asshole and really meant it, specially her own husband. "Asshole."

Neighbor arched an eyebrow at that.

"Asshole", she said again, and then louder,"asshole!"

He smirked. "He was a dick fuck shit licker."

"Yes!" She screamed.

"A hoser."

"Yes!"

"A hammer head."

"Yes!"

He started laughing loads. "Holly guacamole..! You are crazy, woman."

She felt that this comment was supposed to get her humiliated, but didn't give a crap about it. There was still a drop of hope and another drop of the thing he had ordered last in her cup. It was the blue again, and as beautiful as before. The sea came in thought.

"Have you ever experienced beach?"

"Yes, Emily Edwards by the way gives you free popcorn at the end of each session." He laughed himself off. "No, never mind... I've never been to the beach."

She went back on the chair because realized she was almost falling on him. Her eyes widened, they couldn't be more awakened. Was it 1 in the morning or 7 in the afternoon? She couldn't tell. Neighbour said he didn't get the kick of going to the beach, he preferred the cold weather, and she had to disagree fervently at that. Being Mexican had some advantages, for example not caring for spicy food, but mostly being Mexican opened a lot of doors to enjoy sunny days - especially on the beach.

It then passed a long time. Not that the Famous Warehouse had stopped receiving more and more guests, or Neighbor had stopped giving Helen drinks. Each final gulp would be replaced by another, and he was admired of how much that woman could take.

"Yeah, I am fooled around a whole night talking to a stranger in a bar, I hate myself, I surely have spent more money than I gain in a month and of course I will regret, but you said that I am beautiful and nice, so guess who's the real winner? hu, everybody?", she made cheers with invisible cups once more, "Yes. Me."

Neighbour smiled broadly. Helen was unconscious of the effect she was producing on him, being so talkative and drunk. He crossed his leg. "I don't think you should regret by talking to me, bae."

"Oh, yes; oh yes I should. Just the way you call me bae is enough to get me going back to my apartment." Helen took one more gulp while he laughed, defending himself saying that was not true, his bae was meant to be adorable, and showed loveliness. When the barman approached them with more doses of tequila he blocked the bottle with his arm.

"Speaking of apartment, you have never seen my place, heh?" He helped her to leave the seat and payed the barman a bill of a hundred dollars. To head themselves to the door in a proper way he had to stead her waist with his hands. It was cold outside. "By the way, my name is Octavian. Octavian Gardner."

Vote if worthy ❤️