Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,133

on the front pockets, and I wore black shoes.

In comparison to Connor, I wore a black tie with my outfit, though I'd loosened it a bit after the third beer. My hair was left down because I wasn't going to keep it up when drinking. It would only give me a headache.

When Connor asked to go to some club, I wasn't going to deny the invitation. I'd been craving an evening off with how busy this semester has been. My original goal was to balance the workload of school, training, and council stuff accordingly while giving myself a day off once a week, but it seemed like an impossible quest to do when the weeks were counting down before graduation.

From approving policies to assisting the council and headmaster with graduation plans, there was never a dull moment of peace from the moment I woke up. If it wasn't for the morning workouts I'd been doing with Connor and a few moments in the evening to try to spend time and catch up with the others, I'd probably have lost my nerve.

I knew I'd have to force myself to take a break or I'd become a short fuse of frustration, but I worried one break would make me fall behind. Today was one of those rare gems because Connor somehow managed to get a few of the football team members to help out with the tasks I needed to get done by the evening.

How he managed to do that without me noticing really did blow my mind, but then again, with how busy I'd been, I surely could have completely missed any of the signs.

The club was not only for rich people, it was clearly for men because I hadn't seen a woman in sight. The waiters were men, the bartender was a muscled dude with a good sense of humor, and even the music had been a variation of male artists.

It felt different - in a good way - but I guess my mind was playing catch-up in acknowledging what was becoming pretty obvious.

"If it's taking you this long to figure it out, you definitely need another drink," Connor chuckled as he signaled the bartender. "Can we get one more Heineken and I'll have the same special?"

He placed money on top of the sleek black marble surface. The bartender winked in thanks as he took what had to a hundred-dollar bill.

"I thought you said it was an open bar?" I inquired.

"It is," he replied as he continued working on finishing his drink. "But when you tip well, they give you a few bonus perks in your drinks, like some magic shit that makes it so you're not hungover in the morning."

"What a miracle." I chuckled and shook my head. "I don't see how that earned one hundred bucks."

"Who knows. Maybe it'll give me the balls to dance with you," he casually stated with a shrug.

"And what's stopping you? Your cock shrivel whenever you think about grinding up with me on that open dance floor?" I inquired with a smirk.

Yup. The alcohol was going to make me into a flirting asshole.

I thought he'd get mad, but he chuckled. "You know your honesty level goes up a few notches when you're tipsy."

"I'm not close to tipsy," I voiced.

"True," he began. "You already surpassed it and are now within the realms of drunk mayhem. But then you get all sexy possessive, so I don't mind."

"Possessive? Who said I was possessive?"

"Don't need to say anything," he acknowledged. "There are signs that prove you don't like the attention I've been getting."

"Elaborate, Sherlock Giovani," I encouraged as I downed my drink just as the bartender came with another bottled beer and whatever special concoction he'd made for Connor.

"Well," he began as I took my beer, and noticed the paper beneath Connor's drink. I tried to hide my frown as he took his drink and noticed the folded white sheet. Connor reached for it before tossing it into the ashtray that was resting to my right. The group of guys talking next to me were far too focused on their intense discussion about the stock market and bets being put towards the approaching Witchling Games to notice.

It took me a moment to realize the very paper was already a tower of ashes, and I looked back to Connor as he merely gave me the biggest smug smile while I rolled my eyes.

"What?"

"Well, that for example."

"What as an example?"

"The paper."

"The paper you didn't even open and discarded into