Strings of Fate

147- Drinks and disgust

A general understanding seems to come over Bellamy and Darrien, suddenly the two men are waving Harry away to go order the food and drinks. Apparently they’re eager to help if it means having Harry flirt with someone other than Megan and I. Although Bellamy does try to give Harry a credit card to pay for the meal. Harry waves him off and insists that he can afford to shout everyone dinner and that this one is on him. Bellamy reluctantly gives in, not wanting to make a scene. It’s kind of funny. Bellamy is the Alpha at the table, but I don’t think anyone can really tell Harry what to do. He isn’t one to listen to anyone’s orders. Megan and I both crane our necks trying to see Harry talking to the bartender, Megan actually stands up to see better.

“I can see her!” She says excitedly. Not even pretending to be subtle, I also stand up and peer over towards the bar. Harry is talking to a woman with blonde hair that has adorable beachy. waves. If they’re natural I might have to hate her a little. The woman is pretty, but I can’t see her well from here. She’s moving around behind the bar and I can see that she is fairly short. Probably only a little over five feet tall. She looks especially small compared to Harry. The red string connecting her and Harry’s chests confirms my suspicions, I drop down into my seat, trying to keep a handle on my excitement. I’m so happy for him. Megan stays standing, watching them interact.

“Okay, so he’s talking to her. She’s making drinks and…. Oh she full on shoved them at him. I’m surprised he didn’t drop them all. She doesn’t seem bothered though, she’s pretty chill. Very polite, he’s flirting again obviously. Oh, he’s on his way back.” Megan drops back into her seat and straightens her skirt. A moment later, Harry returns with our drinks and hands them out. He then collapses into his seat with a sigh.

“I don’t know what her problem is.” He grumbles. We all take our drinks and look at them. curiously. They’re… odd. A strange brownish colour and… is there something floating in them? To be honest, they don’t look appealing at all. Why would Harry order them?

“Uh… Harry? What the hell are these drinks?” Megan asks, her face scrunched up in disgust.

“No idea.” He answers, sipping from his glass. His expression gives away nothing about the

taste.

“Why would you get drinks if you don’t even know what they are?” Bellamy asks. He’s holding

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his glass up to the light and staring at the floaty pieces.

“I didn’t order them. This is just what I was given.” He answers casually. He downs the rest of his drink in one go. His poker face holds firm. Maybe it isn’t as bad as it looks? I eye off my

drink.

Megan says as way of explanation. She then proves that she is far braver than I because she picks up her drink and takes a sip. Her face immediately scrunches up and

don’t know how you drank that.”

worse.” He answers. Yeah, I’m not that brave. I she shudder.

Megan rolls

glass away.

immediately picks up his glass and takes a swig. His fingers clench tight around the glass and for a moment I’m worried he’s going to break it. Then he slowly lowers it to the table and

absolute disgust on

drinks.” Harry offers. Megan

drinks. If you go we’re going

worse!” She insists.

offers.

this Cam chick for weeks, you will not ruin this for us.” She stands up and waits for me to shuffle my way past Harry and join her. Bellamy is reluctant to let me go, but hands me his credit card anyway. I take it

him.

She looks very young and I suspect she is older than she appears because otherwise there is no way she would be serving alcohol. She has bright

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‘customer service voice.‘ Friendly, polite and most likely fake. She taps the top of a laminated sign which says “WE WILL MAKE ANY DRINK, JUST

drinks you gave Harry I’m a little afraid

he came with friends. I promise I can make a proper drink. I’ll make you all another round, on

case, go ahead and surprise us.

“And I’m Megan.”

drinks, I don’t know what they are but

know Harrison?” she asks, almost

basically like my

poor thing.” She says sympathetically and I