Red VS Black discussion

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Andela had had at least 5 shots of vodka as she waited for Violet, Rowell, and Derek. She could tell that she looked sober and acted like it but the alcohol made her dizzy. Andela felt horrid and drunk.

Violet waved hi to the bartender. She took a seat and saw Andela. "Andela? What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you," Andela's voice was very soft.

She ordered Malibu with pineapple mixed into it. The bartender was her friend so she added a bit of tequila in it without charge. Violet sipped it with a straw. "Be careful. It looks like you're going to crash any second. You look depressed."

"Oh, it's not like it matters. Everytime I have a break-up, I go out and get drunk. It takes a lot to get me there."

"You broke off with Derek?!"

"What the hell else was I suppose to do, Violet? Stay with him, knowing that he doesn't truly love me? Knowing that somewhere in the near future he'll break my heart?" Andela snorted, then began to giggle. Her giggle was high pitched.

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh my goodness, you are cracked-drunk. But, he only did that with me, not you." She drank her drink.

Rowell came in with Derek. "There they are."

"Whatever. I'm always like this. Just to no ones face till I start drinking." Andela rolled her eyes and asked for another shot.

Rowell came over. "Sister. Red. Derek's here."

Violet choked on her drink. If that was possible. "HE IS?!"

"Yeah. The idiot of the f*cking century is here," Andela said before downing the shot.

Rowell sits down on the left side as Derek walked over to them. Violet turned her turned her seat to face the bar.

Andela glares at Derek full on as he walks over.


Derek mental cringed when he say Andela drunk and Violet turned away from him. This was going to severly unpleasant.

"I already told him about our plan." Rowell whispers. "But we need a good strategy."

"How about the council leaders from both sides have a talk?" Violet suggested, still turning away from him.

"Lile hell," Andela sputters.

Derek sat next to Rowell, slouching in the seat.

Violet shakes her head. "You're drunk. Next time, I'm never giving a Red beer."

(gtg bye!)

"It was vodka and I can get drunk in my own town if I choose."

((bibi))

"Vodka, beer, whatever. They still get you drunk."

"And you wouldn't want to get dizzy if you're a Red in a Black town." Rowell whispers.

Andela glared at Rowell. "not like it matters."

Rowell looked like a lightbulb went off in his head. "I have a plan: Let's send anonymous invitations to the council members from each side, Red and Back, saying that there is an important meeting. It's not until we get there that they'll find out we set them up. So instead of fighting they'll be actually talking."

Andela almost fell off the stool from laughing.

Violet raised the corner of her lips smiling. Rowell cocked his head. "What?"

"The Council members in Town Black, never go unarmed to anything. Plus, they're all gifted in fighting. Hand-to-Hand." Derek piped in quietly.

She looked down on the ground when she heard him talking. "I guess you're right."

"Good, you know the strategies of the Black clan. Helpful." Rowell smiles.

Derek tried to catch Violet's eye but, couldn't since she was looking down.

Andela calms her giggles and rightens herself on the chair.

"Someone give this enchantress a spell to stop being drunk."

Violet played with the silver bracelet on her wrist.

"Oh, shut up Rowell!" Andela says, coldly.

Derek slouched in the chair and looked at the counter

"She's back." Rowell says.

"Um, can I have more?" She asked the bartender, handing her the empty glass.

Andela just shook her head and asked for another shot.

Derek asked for a scotch.

The bartender gave all of them their drinks. "So, all four of you guys on a double date?"

Violet choked on her drink, if that was possible. "No!"

"No. Damn no." Andela exclaimed.

Derek shrugged and sipped his drink

"Heck no just friends."

The bartender nodded. "Never seen them before here. They're new Blacks, Vi?"

"Yeup." She eyes them. "They're new."

Andela smiled at the bartender and asked for another shot.

The bartender left to some other customers. Violet turned around to face Rowell and actually faced Derek for the first time. "Um, any ideas? We don't have much time. Me and Rowell are . . ."

Andela muttered under her breathe, "Could always kidnap them."

Violet grins. "That would be ultimately easy, but they'll be angry."

"Yeah, but, not at each other, at us."

"I guess that'll work. We might run into a little danger, but who's up for it?" Rowell asked.

Violet raised her hand. "Danger's fine with me."

"Whatever," Andela mumbles.

Derek shrugs and says, "I'm game,"

She takes her knife out of her boots and layed them on the counter. Rowell raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning them, obviously."

Andela nearly falls off her chair. "God, I'm dizzy right now."

derek watches Violet's hands.

As Rowell was helping Andela, Violet looked at Derek, still not looking straight in his eyes. "Problem?"

Andela tripped over her own feet and fell

Derek tried to catch her eye, "None, what so ever."

"Then why are you looking at me?"

"How do you know that I am if you won't look at me?"

Andela totally collapsed onto Rowell. "Do not ever mention this to anyone. Ever." she slurred

((g2g soon. it's like 2 am right now))