“Stop drinking so much, Scar and tell me what happened?”
Blu asked this time snatching away the empty martini glass I had in my hand.
She seemed frustrated and very unhappy. This was understandable as on my insistence she had waited with me in a queue for two hours just to get into “Exotica”. I know it’s childish but I needed a proper and extravagant change of scenario to divert my mind and above that I had been refusing to tell her why I made such sudden plans which resulted in her grumpy mood. But I didn’t want to understand right now; I was in a bad mood and I swear I love her but she has been adding onto it. It’s only been twenty minutes since we got in and she had asked me that same question in twenty different ways while all I ask from her is a moment to forget about reality.