You leaned in, trying to grab your phone, but Christian was quicker. “He was not a jerk,” you pointed out drily and rose to your feet. “No, I brought you here to have fun, get distracted and forget about that jerk.” Christian quickly hid the hand that was holding your phone behind his back. You were always the sensible and responsible one, whereas he would run around and do the most stupid things and then come to you asking you to fix it. It has always been like that since you were little children. Since you were a few months older than him, you were used to him obediently listening to you and doing everything you asked him to do. You weren’t used to this side of him. He usually never talked back to you. “No?” You raised your brow at him in disbelief, surprised by his boldness. You held out your hands as you gave him a warning glare. Seeing who the theft was, you rolled your eyes. “Give it back, Ian” your voice was sharp and he was almost intimidated by you - almost. For a moment you just held your breath while silent ystaring at your phone, contemplating whether to pick up or not. Before you could make a decision, someone snatched it away from the table. You dropped your eyes and froze as you saw the name of the caller. You put the glass down on the bar counter next to your phone, when suddenly the screen of your phone flashed brightly, catching your attention. A burn that made you remember why you loathed drinking alcohol in the first place, yet now you longed for it. You felt the burn on your tongue and throat. You let the alcohol sit in your mouth a while before swallowing. Wrapping your fingers around the glass, you brought it to your red tinted lips to take a sip. You swirled the amber liquid in your glass, listening to the chinking of the ice cubes.
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