When Blue Descends

CHAPTER 31 (PART 1A)

 Cleo Grandeur Hotel Bar

I slowly open my eyes looking at the bulletproof lucid glass wall of the lounge bar that I just bought earlier so that I can drink here alone. A combination of yellow, red, and white small speckles of light are moving slowly from my view here up on the 27th floor.

I looked up and saw the moon that is now to be covered by a big fluffy cloud through the small glass window in the ceiling. I then put my second glass of whiskey on the counter and slowly feel the relaxing jazz playing in the room as I went close to the glass wall again and look at the busy view.

A smile slowly forms on my face as I slowly sway my hips in the slow rhythm of the instrumentals. I then close my eyes as I feel it getting tired and warm. I raised my hand only to stroke my bare arms in the bubblegum pink champagne dress I am wearing.

I opened my eyes when I heard my work phone ringing behind my whiskey on the counter. I didn't bring my personal phone with me because nobody wants to talk to me anyway. I then walk toward my phone's direction and pick up my glass of whiskey and drink it all up before I reach out for my phone and look at the caller ID.

"What the f*ck does this guy wants?" I uttered and turn off my phone as I grab the whiskey bottle and bring it instead of just pouring it on the glass.

"I'd rather finish this all up than talk to anyone," I said looking at the bulky glass of whiskey and hugging it as I went back behind the glass wall. I then place my phone on the high chair near me.

I bring the bottle's lip to mine and let the warm strong flavor of vanilla roll down in my throat. I stopped when I got the feeling of having a hiccup and so I did as soon as I take the whiskey away from my lips.

"Hmm, oops," I said giggling and dancing at the sudden change of genre playing in my background.

The classic jazz instrumental changes into a pumping beat which reminds me that this is a bar. I titter at the idea of me wanting to party for the first time, deciding to buy a freaking million-peso hotel bar on the spot, and dancing alone here in the bar.

"You are out here partying, getting drunk, and ignoring my calls? Great, Khatalina"

I stopped jamming with the music as I heard a familiar voice that sounds annoyed and disgusted irking me a little. I turn around only to see Jaxen in his uniform with keys in his left hand and a phone in his right hand. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were painted with disappointment.

"Yeah, great me," I said and smiled.

His eyes then darted down to my body gently checking me out as his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"We have a debate today, remember? Pero hindi ka nagparamdam! Ang responsible mo naman!" He said yelling as he walks closer to me while putting the keys he's holding in his pocket.

"How'd you find me?" I asked as I took another sip of my whiskey.

He didn't answer as he roams his eyes around the spacious bar. I then turn my back at him and look at the helicopter passing by a building while drinking my whiskey.

"Why are you drinking?" He asks now calmed down.

"Answer my question first," I said still looking at the helicopter.

"I went to Ethereal and ask your secretary," he said as he walks close to me and grabbed my whiskey but I didn't let him as I grip into my whiskey hard.

He still insisted on pulling the bottle of whiskey away from me but I didn't let go of the bottle making it slip out of my hand and break.

"Oh, sh*t. Sorry," he said as he panics and looks around.

"It's fine..." I said and look at the broken glass and spilled whiskey on the floor.

I then tried picking up the biggest chunk of glass but it scratched through my index finger making it bleed.

“Oh, nasugatan ka na! Huwag mo na damputin,” saad ni Jaxen na ngayon ay may hawak na dustpan at walis.

I then stand and let him clean up the mess he made and went to the bathroom and run my fingers through the water coming out from the faucet. The slight pain that I felt slowly faded as I close the faucet shut and go back to the bar only to see Jaxen with a glass of new whiskey in his hand while his left hand is kept in his pocket.