Strings of Fate

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A general understanding seems to come over Bellamy and Darrien, suddenly the two men are waving Harry away to go order the food and drinks. Apparently they’re eager to help if it means having Harry flirt with someone other than Megan and I. Although Bellamy does try to give Harry a credit card to pay for the meal. Harry waves him off and insists that he can afford to shout everyone dinner and that this one is on him. Bellamy reluctantly gives in, not wanting to make a scene. It’s kind of funny. Bellamy is the Alpha at the table, but I don’t think anyone can really tell Harry what to do. He isn’t one to listen to anyone’s orders. Megan and I both crane our necks trying to see Harry talking to the bartender, Megan actually stands up to see better.

“I can see her!” She says excitedly. Not even pretending to be subtle, I also stand up and peer over towards the bar. Harry is talking to a woman with blonde hair that has adorable beachy. waves. If they’re natural I might have to hate her a little. The woman is pretty, but I can’t see her well from here. She’s moving around behind the bar and I can see that she is fairly short. Probably only a little over five feet tall. She looks especially small compared to Harry. The red string connecting her and Harry’s chests confirms my suspicions, I drop down into my seat, trying to keep a handle on my excitement. I’m so happy for him. Megan stays standing, watching them interact.

“Okay, so he’s talking to her. She’s making drinks and…. Oh she full on shoved them at him. I’m surprised he didn’t drop them all. She doesn’t seem bothered though, she’s pretty chill. Very polite, he’s flirting again obviously. Oh, he’s on his way back.” Megan drops back into her seat and straightens her skirt. A moment later, Harry returns with our drinks and hands them out. He then collapses into his seat with a sigh.

“I don’t know what her problem is.” He grumbles. We all take our drinks and look at them. curiously. They’re… odd. A strange brownish colour and… is there something floating in them? To be honest, they don’t look appealing at all. Why would Harry order them?

“Uh… Harry? What the hell are these drinks?” Megan asks, her face scrunched up in disgust.

“No idea.” He answers, sipping from his glass. His expression gives away nothing about the

taste.

“Why would you get drinks if you don’t even know what they are?” Bellamy asks. He’s holding

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his glass up to the light and staring at the floaty pieces.

“I didn’t order them. This is just what I was given.” He answers casually. He downs the rest of his drink in one go. His poker face holds firm. Maybe it isn’t as bad as it looks? I eye off my

drink.

“Harry and the bartender have an ongoing feud. She likes to give him weird drinks.” Megan says as way of explanation. She then proves that she is far braver than I because she picks up her drink and takes a sip. Her face immediately scrunches up and she drops it to the table and shoves it away from herself.

“Ew, nope. Harry, I don’t know how you drank that.” She says with a shudder. He just shrugs.

“I’ve had worse.” He answers. Yeah, I’m not that brave. I she shudder. He just shrugs.

the same. Megan rolls her eyes.

my glass away. Bellamy does

“Hey at least I tried it!” She teases. Darrien steels his shoulders and immediately picks up his glass and takes a swig. His fingers clench tight around the glass and for a moment I’m worried he’s going to break it. Then he slowly lowers it to the table and pushes it away, a look

of absolute disgust on his face.

“I’ll get new drinks.” Harry offers. Megan shakes her head.

“No way. Ry and I are going to get the drinks. If you go we’re going to end up with something

worse!” She insists.

“I can go.” Darrien offers. She shakes her head firmly.

“Nope. Ryann and I have been waiting to meet this Cam chick for weeks, you will not ruin this for us.” She stands up and waits for me to shuffle my way past Harry and join her. Bellamy is reluctant to let me go, but hands me his credit card anyway. I take it to placate

him.

Megan and I make our way to the bar and wait for the bartender to notice us. Up close I can. see that she is gorgeous, in a very cutesy type of way. She looks very young and I suspect she is older than she appears because otherwise there is no way she would be serving alcohol. She has bright green eyes and greets us politely as she approaches.

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“Hello ladies. What can I get you tonight? You can have anything you want.” She says in what I can best describe as a ‘customer service voice.‘ Friendly, polite and most likely fake. She taps the top of a

laminated sign which says “WE WILL MAKE ANY DRINK, JUST ASK! Well that’s pretty cool, but I’m sure there are limitations. I mean, surely they can’t stock EVERYTHING. Megan is the one to answer.

“Well, I’d ask what you recommend, but after trying the drinks you gave Harry I’m a little afraid to.” She jokes. The woman’s perfect customer service poker face breaks.

“Oh, you drank that? I’m so sorry. I didn’t think he meant it when he said he came with friends. I promise I can make a proper drink. I’ll make you all another round, on the house.” She promises.

“In that case, go ahead and surprise us. I’m Ryann by the way.” I introduce myself.

“And I’m Megan.”

“Camille. You can call me Cam.” She gets busy making drinks, I don’t know what they are but they’re a pretty peach type colour. She pauses as she hands us the drinks.

“So… how do you know Harrison?” she asks, almost reluctantly.

“We’re friends, he and I grew up together. He’s basically like my super annoying brother.” I tell her cheerfully.

“Oh you poor thing.” She says sympathetically and I laugh.

“He’s not that bad, more honest than most men if I’m totally honest.” I tell her. Megan nods in agreement. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Yeah, he grows on you.” She adds..

“Like mould maybe.” Cam grumbles. She then perks up.

“One second.” She rifles around on a little shelf under the bar and pulls out a tiny vial of something pink. She tips a couple drops in one of the drinks. It looks the same afterwards, if I hadn’t seen her add something, I would never know.

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“That one is for Harrison.” She says with a smirk. I nod.

“Sure.” I agree easily. Her eyebrows fly up.

“Okay, you’re not going to argue or ask what it is?” She questions. I shrug.

“Nah, I trust you. Harry drinks here all the time. If you were going to poison him you’d have. done it by now.” I answer.

“He… told you that?” Cam asks, a little horrified. Megan grins and nods.

“Oh yeah, he loves your drinks, tells us all about them.” She says cheerfully. Cam pales a little.

“All of them?” She confirms.

“Yep, all of them. I can’t wait to see what you did with this one.” I say, gesturing to Harry’s drink. Cam smiles brightly and in that moment she goes from pretty to gorgeous. Yes, I can totally see why Harry is a little obsessed with her.

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