Chapter 2~ Lazy Hibiscus
"Wait!" I gapsed and followed his lead, trying to adjust my long coat at the same time looking over my shoulder as we ran on the concrete interlocked street. This was a new Oliver. He seemed wild, energetic and broke the rules. My heart skipped again.
Before we could realize, my grumpy guard started chasing us and it became wilder all of a sudden.
My guard's Cadillac rumbled and I and my best friend were on foot running away from the now beast-looking creature.
Oliver kept on running with me until we made a stop at a place called Lazy Hibiscus. It was a raggedy place that I would say was very unfamiliar. I would've asked what we were doing here but I was too lost in Oliver.
I followed his lead and he walked in as if he had been here like a million times. I felt uncomfortable and hugged myself in my coat, ambling in.
"Wait here," Oliver spoke to me in a hush tone. "I need to get good spots for us."
I looked around the bar and saw so many people dressed in old clothes. Long pipes being smoked, cigars and the smell of the place was a blend of smoke and alcohol. 'God knows I've never been in such a place before' I then looked closely and saw there were other people too— of different class. Men properly clad in well sewn and ironed suits, one eyed glasses and pocket watches.
I was befuddled.
"Surprised," Oliver came from behind, thus startling me. I gave a nervous gasp and smile. "Sorry if it isn't your class."
"Oh no," I walked to a stool. "It is definitely a class full of freedom!" I whired on the seat and almost fell and everyone laughed at me but it was fun and not in a mockery way.
"This is a place where different people, including top business men and women come to drink and have fun. It may seem poor for their standard but those men and women that do not want to forget where they came from often make their way in here."
I took a glass. "Well cheers to that." I smiled.
More cups were coming.
"Meet Rick." said Oliver.
A masculine man with a tattoo of the London's watch tower on his wrist placed a tray of drinks in front of us. "Hello, girl." Rick said. "Heared so much about you, now I know why. You came just right in time for the nightly show. Gather ground mates!" Everyone followed his lead, gathering around him and watched him.
"This is a story of a man who lost his wife and she came back from the morgue to be with him.." Oliver told me he usually tells stories to the bar's occupants; specifically to those who were interested. "as a ghost. It was a stormy night during the late 160's when a Fisher was doing his nightshift. He was performing an autopsy on a small boy when he heard the body locker whine. Wanna know what happened next? He snubbed it due to it's impossibility but then, slowly, and slowly, the woman, Roosevelt hands touched him from behind."
Rick then brought out a newspapers of the incident showing it really happened and was recorded, making me fright. "The Mr. Fisher screamed due to her harsh cold hands and the unbelievable drama. He had a seizure and ..."
"W-w-wait," Interrupted a man in the club. "What if you just printed that yourself. I doubt you have a real copy or if there's even one."
"Yeah," More people echoed.
Rick went on, "Okay, okay. Seems everyone's fed up with my good tale I rather stop here."
The blonde Beta sat close to me and I didn't realize when I rested my head on his shoulder. My eyelids were slowly collapsing.
"Lazy Hibiscus."
"What?"
Oliver went on to explain, "That's why they named this place that. Lazy Beauty. You get drunk in happiness and get too lazy to go home. You're tired?" Oliver breathed that last part in my ear.
"Yeah," I answered, trying to get my senses back and raising my head.
"Come, lemme walk you home."