“You look like a fairy,” he says over me, bringing his hand up and tracing a finger down my cheek.
My mouth parts at his touch and the world disappears.
And I think,you look like a villain.
That’s what he looks like, isn’t it?
Dressed in black and dark bruises, the guy I’m in love with looks like a villain.
“Are you drunk?” I ask instead.
He looks down at the bottle in his hand. “A little.”
I swallow painfully. Thickly.
Fearfully.
“I won,” he says then, his busted lips stretching up in a smile.
A smile that looks so misplaced, so boyish and adorable on his sharp, villainous face.
“You –”
“I fucking won the game, Fae. I won. I’m the goddamn champion. Did you see?”
My eyes sting as I nod.
“You did, huh? I was pretty badass out there.” Chuckling, he takes a sip of his vodka. “More than your fucking brother.”
“What –”
“Hey, what about your show?” he asks, speaking over me again. “Fuck, did I miss it?”
“I don’t care about the show. I –”
“If after all that practice, I missed your first-class, fantastic show, then I’m an asshole. I’m a motherfucking asshole. You should be mad at me. Here.” He waves his free hand. “Hit me. Slap me in the face, Fae. Slap me in the fucking face –”
“No, Roman, listen to me.” I speak over him, putting an end to his drunken rambling. “What happened?”
He appears perplexed. “When?”
I shake my head. “On the field. What happened?” I swallow again. “God, look at you. You’re all banged up. What happened, Roman?”
He chuckles. “You should see the other guy.”
“What did you say to him?”
“What did I say to whom?”
I fist my hands for a second, trying to keep my wits about me. Then, “Roman, please, okay? Can you focus for a second? Just… please. What did you say to my brother? What did you say to Ledger? Why did he… Why did he punch you? Why did you guys fight?”
I’m not sure if he’s getting the gravity of the situation because his reaction is pretty casual.
His reaction is to squint his eyes slightly and shrug. “Ah, that. The fight.”
“What happened, Roman?”
He takes a gulp of his vodka, swallowing loudly. “Yeah, I might have mentioned something.”
