"I cannot freaking believe you. Why in the name of all that is holy would you ask me to do that? God, I thought you had some sense."
"Oh, terribly sorry, how dare I do my cousin a favour. I'm asking you to show up and be civil, not marry her yourself and make friends again. Please Skye, for me."
I stare into Paisley's eyes, which are glittering in the low light of the evening lamps. She seems genuine, not that she ever doesn't, and that hurts me. Why can't she just understand how hard this is for me? "Would you want to go to Jack's wedding, or James'? I know this is important to you, it's just... hard. I need some time to think about it, okay?" I murmur, as I stand up from the couch in my bedroom and storm out.
I've never really drunk anywhere in this town and so I'm not entirely sure where I'm supposed to be going, but thankfully it's only a few minutes down the road that I find a small dance club. I park up in one of the few remaining spaces and head into the bustling main room. Inside, there is a long bar and a flight of stairs, at the end of which I can hear music. I approach the bar where a brown haired man is draped over a stool and leaning on the bar top. I slide in next to him and gesture to the bartender to give us another of whatever he has been drinking and she seems more than happy to comply.
"So. What are you in for?" I ask him in my most sultry tone of voice, leaning over to give him a better view of my dress.Or lack thereof. He chuckles dryly, "Well look at that. She's got a sense of humour too. I was just lookin' for a friend in this little town o' yours. And does the lady have a name?" he replies in a strong southern accent.
"Hi there Zeke. Call me... Faith." I shoot him a smile before glancing upstairs. I'm almost certain that on the second floor there's going to be a little more room for us to move around, and the source of the music is there so I figure it's a good bet. Zeke follows my gaze and smiles slyly. He takes my hand and follows me up the stairs to the small dance floor we find.