"Drunk"

And it was "escape".
People were dancing and drinking.
"Should we grab something to drink first? Rayven drew her attention to himself.
"What's going on within the hard head of his!" She narrowed her doe eyes at him.
"You asked me not to drink anything," she said, reminding him of his previous statement.
Once again he was forced to smile at her naïve response.
Instead of answering her, he held her wrist and dragged her with him to one direction.
This time Emilia did not try to free her wrist this time because she knew it was in vain.
While walking beside him, she could only look here and there in awe. She thought that luxuries like this only existed in the fictional book she had read.
She was simply amused looking at the rich riches there.
She snapped out of her awestruck daze when Rayven guided her towards the drink corner.
"A vodka" and a glass of "juice". He ordered it from the bartender.
"Right away, sir," he replied.
After some moments he placed two glass different in shape and in color too, at the slab made of stone.
Rayven took the glass of juice and gave it to her before taking his drink.
"What is this! Vodka for yourself and for me orange juice, why?! Her complaint came right away.
A throaty chuckle left his mouth while he listened to naïve words.
"As not everything is for everyone, just like that this vodka isn't for you, simply" he taunted.
"What do you mean! She insisted like a child.
A mischievous smirk formed on his lips only to make him look more devilishly handsome.
"You can't handle it baby!! I don't want you to fly like an airplane around the club after consuming alcohol. So, not even a single sip is allowed for you", his deep sexy, masculine voice sent shivers down her spine before she could react.
So Emilia just decided to glare at him with her cat emerald eyes.
Many girls passing by were throwing seductive glances at him but he was ignoring as if it was pretty normal for him.
He was enjoying there and she...she was finding a chance to escape.
She got lucky and suddenly Rayven's phone rang causing him to look down at the pocket of his perfectly fit pants.
He took out his phone and glanced at it. He bit his lips. Judging by his expression it seemed an important call which he couldn't ignore.
Right then, large smooth hands landed on her shoulders as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Little one, take care! This freaking call is a little important! But I'd be back in just five minutes", his hot breath fanned her ear causing her to flinch a little.
"Seems like it's very urgent otherwise he would never have left me alone" she thought, trying to look at him but it was difficult for her, don't know why!
Luckily, he had ordered his guards to stay away from them because he wanted to be alone with her, so it was a perfect chance to escape.
How could she let this opportunity go?
"Yeah go ahead, no problem" Emilia replied as she smiled widely at him.
"You won't escape right! He said firmly.
She looked at him terrified as if he had discovered her secret by just looking into her eyes.
He had thrown the arrow in the dark. But he was unaware that it had landed at the right point.
"Oh, come on Emilia! I was joking! I know you're not that foolish to play with danger!" He chuckled in the dark.
She smiled back at him nervously.
"Will be right back" he touched her cheek and left.
"Go to hell, you mafia shit hooligan! I'm gonna escape as I love myself" she thought and instantly turned towards the exit.
But the very next moment a familiar figure blocked her view.
"Hey, I think I know you! The person dressed in white dress shirt and in black pants with a shiny pitch black loosened tie hanging around his neck spoke while blocking her way.
"Is this a new trick to flirt!" Emilia asked, irritated.
"Oh come on, I really know you" the person next to her chucked.
"But, I don't! Emilia rudely spat so he could move out of her way but he didn't even budge from his place.
But instead he spoke with a smirk.
"You are...Emilia, right? He asked to confirm while his amused smirk was still there.
"A-, yes l am!! She slowly spoke while her head constantly reminded her that she was running out of time.
"Don't you remember me? I am "Jeremy." We met before!
A familiar face popped up in her mind and she remembered.
"Oh yeah! At Rayven's Mafia meeting! She confirmed.
"Hmm, Well it's nice to see you again! But where is Rayven? Didn't he come with you here? He asked curiously.
"Yes, he is here! But he is on an important phone call!!
"I see" was his only response.
His sight wandered to the glass of orange juice, she was holding in her hand delicately.
He couldn't resist and laughed at her.
"You're still a baby, you are drinking juice! He made fun of her.
She felt bad the way he had laughed at her.
"So what?" she protested.
"I think you can't handle drinking! Hunh- what Rayven calls you "little one". He said and laughed once again
"No! I am not a baby" she angrily declared.
"Oh really? Prove it then" he gestured to the waiter to bring a strong drink as he challenged her.
She looked at him in conflict.
"Oh, leave! You can't do it kitten!! He hyped her anger more.
"How dare you call me that! I can prove it! She gave him a death glare. Meanwhile the waiter handed the glass of vodka to Jeremy.
As being stupid impulsive was Emilia's speciality so, she literally snatched the drink from Jeremy's hand causing it to spill a little over his dress and gulped it down in one go.
"Woah" Jeremy widened his eyes yet there was praise inside them for her. But she felt her throat burning with bitterness.
Emilia coughed a little.
"Are you okay! Jeremy asked.
"Shut up," she replied.
"Okay" Jeremy performed the zip closing action with his mouth.
After a while ~
She was a drunk mess. "Looook, I...I didd...iiiitttttt!!!! She spoke in a drunken accent.
"Ye...yeah" I can see that! Jeremy spoke confused at her condition.
Meanwhile Rayven joined them.
"Jeremy, you here" Rayven asked as he had not looked at Emilia yet.
"Y- yeah bro, I was getting bored so...! Jeremy replied.
"Look, Emilia has also c-
His sentence left incomplete when felt something fishy.
Emilia was smiling at him widely like a professional idiot.
"W- What's wrong with her? Rayven instantly inquired from Jeremy in a firm accent.
"A- ...She's drunk! Jeremy told as he bit his lips nervously.
"What" Rayven roared low key.