"You have already forgotten my name and we haven't even fucked yet. That decreases the possibility of you getting laid tonight significantly." I let out a fake gasp, a smile making my way on my face.
"Shit, you are right. What name should I moan now?" He plays along, even though we both know I haven't introduced myself.
"You know what? Guys moaning is incredibly hot, so I am gonna be nice and tell you my name despite our rough start tonight. I am Aleandra Raven." I say stretching out my hand for him.
He raises an eyebrow, and his grin doesn't seem too forced anymore as he shakes my hand.
"You finding guys moaning hot, huh? I can arrange that."
"I can arrange that too. Just have to plug out my headphones tonight when my roommate is living her single life and boom... male moan's numbing my ears." I huff out playfully.
"Apropos roommate. I am here because she was invited to come." I add.
"Really? What's her name?"
"Emmabell."
"Doesn't ring a bell. What's her last name?"
"Kendrick but she just came along with Ray Wilson and Harvey Remington because they know each other from Darwin."
"Ah. Now I know who you are talking about. You are medusa's best friend."
"Don't call her that. So are you close with those guys? Wait... you said this is your building. They told me about you. Omg, you are best friends with Harvey. Kaden, right? Fuck, I forgot to ask you for your name before... but now I remember."
"He told you about me...? I hope he didn't forget to mention what a God I am in bed."
"Cocky much? But to your information... no he didn't because men who say they fuck good... are talking bullshit."
"The exception that proves the rule." He replies, a grin on his face.
I roll my eyes.
"He said some cute stuff, though."
He raises one eyebrow at me in question. "Cute stuff?... What kind of drugs was he on?"
"Oh, come on. He is your best friend. Of course, he has something nice to say about you. You could be the biggest asshole and I can guarantee, there would still be one person out there who would like you for who you are."
"How interesting. I am utterly impressed by your theory of love. Your way of expressing yourself goes far beyond my imagination." He replies, putting on a British accent.
"Oh, fuck you. I can indeed impress myself very well... I am currently writing a book."
"Ahh. What kind of book?"
With a big smile on my face, I lift my index finger mysteriously to my lips, and then a little laugh slips from my lips as another rush of adrenaline runs through my blood, and the alcohol works on my body.
I look back at Kaden and see that for the first time since I started to distract him, his gaze travels to his watch again, with a stoic expression on his face while he rubs his finger along his jaw.
"You know what? We are gonna get to know each other now." I say, shoving him out of his thoughts.
"Huh? We know each other. I don't remember the last time I talked with someone for so long."
"We don't know each other... but we will. We probably won't even see each other ever again besides maybe one party but who gives a shit? Isn't it great to find out more about others? It's like puzzles." I say, even though he gives me an annoyed look.
I am gonna pretend I saw the corner of his lips twitching at my enthusiasm.
"Can I have a cigarette?" I ask, holding out my hand.
"Ah, now you're asking." He mocks me as he pulls the pack out.
"See, you already taught me manners. We are amazing for each other."
When I want to grab one of the cigarettes he already lifts one to my lips.
"Open your mouth."
"Oh fuck off," I say, knowing what he is thinking because of the grin he flashes me.
I still do as he says and he puts it between my lips. The next thing I know is him lightening on my cigarette and feeling the smoke entering my lungs.
"You smoking lung?" He states after taking another gulp of his gin.
"Yeah, why are you surprised?"
"Because most party-smokers don't." he shrugs.
"Well, I do and now don't distract me... we have to get to know each other."
"First of all, I didn't distract you... I just asked a question and I got an answer so I know you better. I am getting to know you. And second of all why are you so obsessed with wanting to know me? You need more information for your wet dreams and fake scenarios?"
I don't need information for that, I have my imagination and I can probably make you a hundred times hotter in my head than the truth could.
"You wish." I huff out.
"Can I please have your phone for a moment? I didn't bring mine with me."
His expression turns from suspicion into concern as he pulls it out.
"You shouldn't go anyway without a phone. Especially when you are alone and at night."
"I am not alone. You are here."
"I could be a serial killer."
"I don't have more to lose than my life," I say casually and then take his phone that is already unlocked for me.
"What are you doing?" Kaden asks, furrowing his brows.
"The obvious. I am googling questions that we can ask each other." I reply.
He looks at me for a short moment, trying to figure out if I am being sarcastic and then he shakes his head and gives the skyline his full attention again.
"I wouldn't call that obvious, but who am I to tell you otherwise?" He mutters and I look at the phone again.
"Those are shit questions. 'What's your favorite color.' 'What's your favorite food?' I don't even know the answers for myself."
"You don't have a favorite color, nor a favorite food?"
"Nope, I can never decide but I like every kind of pasta."
"I mean I get the pasta thing but what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know. Ask my therapist." I reply as I give his phone back.
He studies my face while putting it back into his suit jacket, looking at me like I am a mystery to solve.
Like a puzzle, he still has to figure out.
Like I am a danger to him.
"Well, tell me about yourself, Mr. I am a God in bed and I am above everyone else because I am wearing an expensive watch and a suit that looks like it's more expensive than your car."
"I didn't say that I am above everyone else because of money... that's what you interpreted and my suit costs more than your car."
"You are such a cliche."
"Clichee's can only exist because so many love them and so do you."
"You may be right about that... in a way. As long as it isn't hurtful, and everybody can see them with a little humor... they are my pride and joy." I reply.
"And now... tell me about yourself. It doesn't have to be deep... I know I am oversharing all the time..., especially under the influence of alcohol or when I am nervous, and most people don't like to do that so... it can be just about anything."
"So, I make you nervous..."
"No, alcohol, and now shut up."
"There isn't anything to tell... I don't know. Just tell me something about you, that's way more exciting."
"Oh, believe me, it isn't but if you feel more confident then ok. You ready to hear things I will regret saying when I am completely sober."
"Totally."
"Ok, well where do I start? I am diagnosed with depression and anxiety... but I am on my way to healing. I am horny all the time so one of my favorite things is masturbating... heaven I can tell you. Well... that was a dumb thing to say because I am sure you have masturbated before. Anyway, I also love putting people in their place and defending people who can't defend themselves.
I hate people who don't take the time to understand others and yes I am sometimes one of them but I am trying my best to change that. I am a raging feminist but I love books and sometimes my feminism stops working when I read about a hot book character- can't help it I am sorry.
My family doesn't love me but I adore my best friends. Emmabell and Adaeze are the most gorgeous, lovingly, funniest and sweetest human beings and that says a lot because I normally hate humans. They are shit and egoistic. I have a cat called Cleopatra and yes that's her real name but you will understand why she is called that way when you see her and she is the only cat I accept because I am a dog person. Cats are too much like humans so... that's a big no. And well... that was me. Thank you for listening."
I ramble and ramble until I have barely any air left in my lungs.
When I look up into his eyes I expect him to look horrified or weirded out but it's nothing like that. I don't know what I see or what he is thinking but he isn't running away so I guess that's a good thing.
"In my 21 years here on this planet, I have never met a person who gave me so much information about themselves in under one minute and that says something."
"What did I tell you? Oversharing is what I can do best and I already regret it so I need this." I say, taking the bottle out of his hand again. After a few sips I put it down again and as Kaden grabs it, I take it away.
"I don't think you should drink tonight. You had so much of it."
"Don't you think that's hypocritical? You just drank."
I study his face for a moment before taking the bottle cap and putting it on.
"Ok, then we both won't drink this night anymore, ok?" I say, giving him a little smile.
At this stage, I am not even sure if I am even saying straight sentences anymore, as every word feels slurred in my head but he answers with a nod so I guess he understood.
I had to act sober in front of my parents countless times in high school so I guess I had a lot of practice.
"You wanna tell me something about yourself now? I don't want you to feel like you are not important." I say, trying not to sound too corny.
Sometimes I hate what I am saying.
Most of the time I hate what I am saying.
"Are you joking?"
"What?"
"You are the fir-"
His sentence gets interrupted by his phone, ringing in his pocket.
He still looks at me for a short moment and then takes it out.
"I am sorry. I have to take this."
I nod and he accepts the call.
"Yeah, what's up... yeah she is with me..."
I flip my gaze to him.
Me?
"Why?... yeah, ok... Fuck, no. Shut up, Harvey, or I am gonna come down and shut your mouth for you."
After a couple of moments and them talking back and forth while I could only understand Kaden and not Harvey, he hangs up.
"Emmabell is waiting for you... she was worried because you were taking so long and Harvey suspected we would both be here. I think you should go to her."
"Oh, ok. Well, thank you... for the cigarette and the gin."
"No problem. I could've spent my time worse than with a pretty girl who sometimes can come up with a decent joke." He says, grinning at me as he stands up and offers me his hand.
I take it and he helps me up.
"Should I walk down with you?"
"No, thank you. I am not that drunk."
"If you say so..."
"Yup, ok I will go now, bye," I say and turn around, walking towards the stairs.
"Aleandra?" I hear him calling my name behind me.
"Yeah?" I turn around but because of the dim light and my bad eyesight, I can't see much.
He doesn't say anything for a moment and I think about just turning around and walking away.
"Promise me to never drink when you're sad. Ever. No matter what."
I hesitate for a moment but then I reply without thinking for another second.
"Only if you promise too."
"I am never sad, so that wouldn't make sense."
"Ok," I say and give him a short nod before turning around and walking away.
I am never sad.
What a lie.
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