The waiter shakes his head. “No, these are a gift from the gentleman at the bar.”


    We all look up to the bar but don’t see anyone.


    The waiter puts four shots onto the table and then four shots of a white liquid.


    I frown.


    “What is this?” Mark asks.


    The waiter smiles and points to the clear liquid. “This is tequ and the man who gifted them to you


    said…” He frowns and pulls out a note and reads it out loud. “He said to tell you to enjoy your tequ but


    unfortunately the Emmaline cream is unavable for purchase. He has taken the liberty to supply you with


    another.”


    Mark frowns and the waiter shrugs in an I don’t know either kind of gesture.


    I drop my head.


    Oh.


    My.


    Fucking.


    God.


    star. These are from star. The tequ and the cream chaser… why the cream chaser? Emmaline


    cream isn’t avable? I frown as I try and put the puzzle together. Oh fuck…


    The cream is to symbolize going down on me.


    Cream after tequ.


    My face starts to burn up. What in the hell is he doing here?


    Shit, shit, shit.


    I pick up one of the shots and throw it back.


    Hell, give me another.


    Mark frowns at my alcoholic behavior and puts his arm around my shoulders. “Is your dinner okay,


    honey?”


    Oh, sod off, and stop being so damn nice. I’m about to vomit in my own mouth here. I nod and drain


    my ss of wine in one gulp.


    “Huh, thirsty, girl?” Eleanor smiles, amused. “I bet you can drink, hey,ss?”


    Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. How much shit can I listen to? This is abysmal; I need to get out of here. I


    stand. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”


    “Do you want me to show you where it is?” Mark asks gently.


    “Nope.”  I  snap.  His  face  falls.  Fuck,  that  came  out  harsh.  “No,  I’m  okay,  thank  you  for  offering,


    though.” I stand and make my way down a corridor toward the bathrooms. At the end of the hall is the


    door to the kitchen, and then the men’s and women’s bathrooms. I walk into the women’s, bang the door


    shut and sit on the toilet. This is a nightmare. What in the hell is he doing here? I told him I couldn’t see


    him tonight.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    I hear the door open, then close, before the lock on the main door is snapped shut.


    “Get out here now…” The Irish voice growls.


    Crap. It’s star and he’s fuming mad.


    “No. G-go away,” I stammer as I tug my skirt up.


    “I will not go away. Get. Out. Here. Now.”


    Oh my God. This looks bad. I was holding Mark’s hand under the table. Fuck, fuck, fuck.


    I slowly stand and open the door to find him ring at me angrily.


    “What are you doing here?” I ask.


    “I should ask you the same question.”


    “Are you spying on me?”


    “I shouldn’t have to.” He fumes.


    “So you are.”


    “I  was  across  the  street  and  I  saw  you e  in  here  ying  happy  families.  I  couldn’t  resist  the


    temptation.”


    I cross my arms over my chest.


    He steps really close to my face. “And you are supposed to be only with me. What the fuck are you


    doing here with him?” He sneers.


    Oh crap, this looks bad. “I’m breaking up with him, if you must know.”


    “I thought you weren’t even seeing him?”


    “I told you… I’m breaking up with him before it even begins,” I repeat.


    “By holding his fucking hand?”


    I swallow the lump in my throat. “He’s holding my hand. I wasn’t holding it back.”


    star shakes his head angrily. “That’s it. I’m done.”


    Fury rips through me. “You’re done?” I yell. “I’m the one who is done.”


    “Looks that way.” He screams.


    I shake my head in disgust. “You know what, forget it. This is stupid.”


    His eyes hold mine. “I told you.”


    I cut him off. “Yeah I know. You have a lot of stuff on right now. I get it.” I snap. “Go home, star.


    I’m here with Mark and his parents and we are fucking casual.”


    “No.”