45 The Night Of Engagement { 3 }

Jennifer was fidgeting with her dress. "Jennifer," I said, breaking the silence between us. "Umm, listen, about yesterday's night, I just want to say that I – I, ummmm, - "

"Look, Ryan, I want to tell you before that I am sorry, I really didn't mean those words and now I want to take back all of the words that I said to you. Ryan I really don't want to fight anymore. But . . . But I get it. I am just not your type of girl. It's ok if you don't feel the same way. I get it if you don't want to apologize." she said, looking in my eyes.

There was sadness in her eyes. I wanted to wipe away the tear that was about to come out and kiss her.

I wanted to do whatever it takes to make her happy. "Jennifer, I -"

"Ryan can you just leave it like that? I really don't want to talk about it." She said.

"Jennifer!" one of her designers exclaimed.

I made a fist. How dare she interrupt my conversation when I am talking to Jennifer?

"Come here!" she exclaimed, dragging Jennifer away.

When she was out of sight, I sighed and rubbed my temple.

Most of the night passed by and Jennifer was being introduced to many people. I walked over to the drink table and grabbed a whiskey.

I poured the whole thing in my mouth. I grabbed 2 more cups.

"Is there any water?" Jennifer asked, suddenly appearing by my side.

I looked at her, before realising that it was her.

I smiled, before chuckling. "Water?" I asked, "When have you ever heard of water at a Night of Engagement party?"

"Hey! I never drank wine or beer or whatever there is before." She said, blushing.

I grinned, "There is beer, wine, whiskey and liquor here."

"What am I suppose to drink?"

"Whatever you want to drink from this table."

"Fine, is there any juice here?" she asked, peeking at all of the cups.

I smirked, "No, but there's alcohol."

"What is this?" she asked, pointing at the liquors.

"Liquors." She took a cup and took a sip. She made a face and her face became light shade of pink.

I smiled. "What about this?" she asked, pointing to the wine.

"Wine," Again, she grabbed a cup and took a sip.

"Gross! It tastes FAKE! It tastes like metal!" she said, while putting the cup down.

I laughed.

"That's why you don't drink wine, you drink other things." She smiled a little.

"What is this?" She pointed to sakes.

"Japanese sakes,"

She grabbed it and drank it.

"It taste weird," she said.

I studied her carefully.

"Are you sure you want to continue drinking?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I like it; all of the weird taste and unique type in my mouth – I like it." She said, while nodding.

I raised my eyebrows in shock.

"What is this?" she said, pointing at the Vodka.

"Vodka,"

She smiled. "I've always wanted to try Vodka!" she said.

She grabbed it and took a sip before she pours the whole thing in her mouth.

I chuckled, "Damn, you drink a lot."

She laughed, "But I am not an alcohol addict and this is my first time."

"You drink a lot for a beginner." I said.

"That's cause I like it!" she said, grabbing for another cup of Vodka.

I raised my eyebrows again looking at her gulping cup after cup of Vodka.

She took another cup and rested one of her hand on my shoulder and drank the whole thing.

I chuckled.

"What's this?" she asked, pointing to a glass cup.

"Cocktail,"

"Ooooh, cocktail, I've always dreamt of drinking cocktails too!" she said, grabbing it and pour the whole thing in her mouth.

"Hmmmmn it tastes really good!" she said, grabbing another cup and drank everything.

"You don't know how to drink alcohols." I laughingly shook my head.

"Than how do you drink it?" she said.

"You don't need to pour the whole thing in your mouth - it makes you dizzy faster." I said.

"Who cares?" she said, waving her hand, grabbed a Vodka and drank everything.

I grinned.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Spirits," I said.

"Spirits?" she asked. She grabbed the cup and poured everything in her mouth.

She knitted her eyebrow and made a face. She grabbed another cup of Vodka and drank everything.

"So, how was the night?" I asked, trying to get her attention from drinking too much.

"Boring! It was so boring!" she said.

I chuckled and then, there was an awkward silence.

She grabbed her 5th cup of Vodka and drank the whole thing.

"Jennifer I think you are drinking too much." I said.

She shrugged.

I shoved my hands in my pocket and looked around."Look, Jennifer," I said and she nodded, looking into my eyes.

I noticed that she was turning a bit pink.

"I wanted to tell you this, but you know . . . we were interrupted . . . so what I wanted to say is that I am – " Jennifer unconsciously fell into my arms and I sighed.

"Jennifer?" I asked.

She groaned.

Someone gasped and I looked up; Mom.

"Quickly, take her upstairs – I knew it, I should have gotten water too!" she said, started getting mad at herself.

I lifted Jennifer and carried her bride style up the stairs and I could hear the guest downstairs cheering.

I rolled my eyes at my loss of losing opportunity to apologise.