Crossroads
The drunk saviour
“What the fuck is that? “ The man behind me said.
“Dammit, Kurt, I told you she was not alone!” The other man said. He grabbed the man's arm in front of me, pulled and they ran away. I thought Brian was going to chase them. Brian looked at them with an angry expression and then looked at me.
“Are you okay?” He asked. I shrugged. My wrist was still hurting, but I prefered to keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want him to see the cuts and scratches that I had there.
“I’m fine.” I said coldly.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. He held a bottle of beer in his hands. He was probably drunk. I let out a low chuckle.
“What?” Brian asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Nothing ... A drunk man saving me from other drunk men. Heroic act, right?” I laughed again. He looked down.
“At least you were saved.” He sighed. His breath of beer intoxicated me.
“Sure, sure ..." I said, opening the car door. Then I looked at him again. He didn’t look very good. “Um, huh, Brian? Do you need something? You want me to take you to the hotel?“ I asked timidly. He grimaced.
“I don’t think she'll be very happy ...” He replied. I frowned. He was completely drunk and what he said was totally senseless.
“She who?”
“Michelle.”
“Because you're drunk?”
“Because we fought. Again. And I left her alone. Again." He sighed again, then lit a cigarette.
Oh. Michelle was not only the producer. She was also Brian’s girlfriend.
“Well, whatever. I'm leaving” I was going to get in the car, but then I stopped again. I hadn’t thanked him for saving me of those guys. I looked up to say “thank you”, but I saw Brian getting closer to me. He put his hand on my face and I felt his breath of beer again. It definitely was not right. I didn’t know what he meant, but I pushed his hand with a little more force than necessary. He fell to the ground.
“Brian, you better go back. Now.” I said, serious. I didn’t k even know him, but I knew he was acting irrationally.
“Gates?” Another voice called. We turned to see who was calling.
“I leave you alone for fucking two minutes and you already get into trouble? What the hell, man, let's go.” The man came to meet Brian, angrily. I had seen him somewhere ... But it was kind of obvious that he was part of the band. He looked at me with tired eyes. His eyes were hazel, almost green. He smiled slightly, showing dimples.
“Aren’t you Claire, the producer? Sorry about that ...” He pointed to Brian.
“It’s ok, just ... take him to the hotel, he’s definitely not alright” I said, pouting a little. Of course I was grateful that he saved me, but I was not grateful for anything he wanted to do next.
“He’s not always like that, he’s just ... he’s out of himself right now” He said, worried, trying to defend Brian.
I nodded, but I doubted what he said. It seemed that Brian was always like that. Like in my room, when Brian read the sign of “no smoking in this area” but lit the cigarette anyway. I kinda didn't like him.
“I really gotta go ...” I said, fighting hard to be polite. He wrapped an arm around Brian, trying to lift him and threw his hand to me.
“Right ... I'm Matt, by the way.” I shook his hand, smiling. Unlike Brian, I liked the way Matt talked to me.
“Claire. But I think you already know that.” He agreed and we laughed. I got in the car and he waved.
“Dammit, Kurt, I told you she was not alone!” The other man said. He grabbed the man's arm in front of me, pulled and they ran away. I thought Brian was going to chase them. Brian looked at them with an angry expression and then looked at me.
“Are you okay?” He asked. I shrugged. My wrist was still hurting, but I prefered to keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want him to see the cuts and scratches that I had there.
“I’m fine.” I said coldly.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. He held a bottle of beer in his hands. He was probably drunk. I let out a low chuckle.
“What?” Brian asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Nothing ... A drunk man saving me from other drunk men. Heroic act, right?” I laughed again. He looked down.
“At least you were saved.” He sighed. His breath of beer intoxicated me.
“Sure, sure ..." I said, opening the car door. Then I looked at him again. He didn’t look very good. “Um, huh, Brian? Do you need something? You want me to take you to the hotel?“ I asked timidly. He grimaced.
“I don’t think she'll be very happy ...” He replied. I frowned. He was completely drunk and what he said was totally senseless.
“She who?”
“Michelle.”
“Because you're drunk?”
“Because we fought. Again. And I left her alone. Again." He sighed again, then lit a cigarette.
Oh. Michelle was not only the producer. She was also Brian’s girlfriend.
“Well, whatever. I'm leaving” I was going to get in the car, but then I stopped again. I hadn’t thanked him for saving me of those guys. I looked up to say “thank you”, but I saw Brian getting closer to me. He put his hand on my face and I felt his breath of beer again. It definitely was not right. I didn’t know what he meant, but I pushed his hand with a little more force than necessary. He fell to the ground.
“Brian, you better go back. Now.” I said, serious. I didn’t k even know him, but I knew he was acting irrationally.
“Gates?” Another voice called. We turned to see who was calling.
“I leave you alone for fucking two minutes and you already get into trouble? What the hell, man, let's go.” The man came to meet Brian, angrily. I had seen him somewhere ... But it was kind of obvious that he was part of the band. He looked at me with tired eyes. His eyes were hazel, almost green. He smiled slightly, showing dimples.
“Aren’t you Claire, the producer? Sorry about that ...” He pointed to Brian.
“It’s ok, just ... take him to the hotel, he’s definitely not alright” I said, pouting a little. Of course I was grateful that he saved me, but I was not grateful for anything he wanted to do next.
“He’s not always like that, he’s just ... he’s out of himself right now” He said, worried, trying to defend Brian.
I nodded, but I doubted what he said. It seemed that Brian was always like that. Like in my room, when Brian read the sign of “no smoking in this area” but lit the cigarette anyway. I kinda didn't like him.
“I really gotta go ...” I said, fighting hard to be polite. He wrapped an arm around Brian, trying to lift him and threw his hand to me.
“Right ... I'm Matt, by the way.” I shook his hand, smiling. Unlike Brian, I liked the way Matt talked to me.
“Claire. But I think you already know that.” He agreed and we laughed. I got in the car and he waved.
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