Victoria's POV
''I will take that as a compliment.'' he smiled widely at me and signaled the waitress to get us a drink
''What would you have.'' he asked
''A bottle of beer.'' I spoke happily.
Since I was seventeen, I was waiting for a moment when I could drink beer in public, and now was a good opportunity.
''Don't you think it's not a good idea since you are on drugs.''
''Oh, it's not that serious, I just had a small hit on my head, I'm totally fine.'' I lied, so he would allow me take the drink.
''You sure you are okay?'' he asked again
''Yeah, sure.'' I flashed him an assuring smile.
''Very well, then.'' he ordered for two bottles of beer.
We sat there in silence while I looked around the bar and stared at people having fun
''So when are you going back to California.'' he asked
I surged my shoulders before speaking
''Maybe in two weeks time, you?'' I asked,
''I'll be leaving in three days from now, I have to go back to work.''
''Alright.'' I nodded my head and smiled back at the waiter, who smiled at me and kept the bottles of beer on the table.
''So, what's your name.'' I asked
''Maurice.''
''You can call me Maurice.''
''Nice name.'' I smiled and poured the beer in a glass cup before taking a sip of it.
We drank in silence until he spoke up
''So what do you do.''he asked
I bite my lips and didn't know what to say to him until I remembered Eric said I was a bartender.
''I'm a bartender.'' I smiled nervously and took another sip of the drink.
''Wow, you don't behave like one.''
''I will take that as a compliment.'' I beamed at him and looked away.
He chuckled loudly and took another sip of his drink
''So what do you do.''
''I'm an architect.''
''Nice one, you don't look like one.'' he shook his head and laughed softly
''You are hilarious.'' he smiled at me and ordered for more drinks.
We drink for hours, knowing each other more, until I noticed I was seeing things blurry.
''Would you love to dance with me.'' he brought forth his hands to me.
I took his hands and tried to get up, but I realized my feet were heavy.
''You are drunk.'' he grumbled to himself.
''I'm such a fool, I should have asked you how many bottles you could handle.'' I head him murmuring to himself before I felt him placed my hand on his shoulder while he slowly took me out of the club.
He called a taxi, put me in before sitting beside me.
He told the driver the venue of the hospital before he drove off.
I closed my eyes even when I tried to force myself to keep my eyes opened, but I couldn't.
I noticed the car stopped, but I couldn't open my eyes.
''Stay here.'' he left me in the car and went into the hospital, I wanted to speak or move, but I couldn't.
He left for a while until I noticed the door of the car opened, and I heard nurse Agnes voice from my deep sleep.
''Thank goodness you are back.'' nurse Agnes exclaims in a worried tune.