Just One More Night (Part One)
“Hey…Slate?” My friend Pan’s voice interrupted the concentration I had focused on finishing my drink, and I flicked my eyes towards him, without ever allowing my lips to leave the cool glass as I raised my eyebrows, giving him my attention. His hands were wrapped around his nectar glass like he wanted nothing more than to take a sip of it, but his eyes and his short attention span were trained on something behind me. “Isn’t that your psycho ex-girlfriend?”
Not really thinking anything of it, since Pan was notorious for trying to get a reaction out of me, I finished what was left in my glass before I set it down and said, “Yeah, okay, idiot.”
I doubted that Gamma would come to a place like this — she knew it was where my friends and I hung out, and we weren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment. Even just thinking her name stirred my unsettled anger towards her, but I didn’t get too worked up over it.
Pan shot me a look before he looked over my shoulder once again. Huh, my mind said, he looks pretty convinced. I found myself rolling my eyes and, despite my doubt, I turned around in my chair to humor Pan. I scanned behind me for only a moment or two before I started to turn back towards Pan to call him a moron again when I froze.
The contents of my stomach — which contained a burger and some fries from a while ago — sloshed around, and a cold, numbing feeling spread throughout my entire body. I would recognize that petite figure of hers anywhere.
My ex-girlfriend, Gamma Rae, actually was in this bar, several feet behind where I sat. Continue reading