The Continent of Europe

Chapter 49's

...CHAPTRE 49...

...FIGHT'S...

In the middle of enjoying his drink, James's phone suddenly rang. Hard enough to make Rosaline and Jordan stop their conversation. The man picked up his phone in a huff, making Rosaline notice his shriveled face irritated while looking at the phone.

Without saying anything James as quickly as possible ran out, leaving Rosaline alone with Jordan who was also looking at him with a puzzled look. The two shared their views, before continuing their interrupted conversation.

"Is this your first time coming to the bar, Rosie? Or drinking alcohol?" jordan asked while holding the shaker to shake all the ingredients of the drink. "Well, I can guess from your knowledge of alcohol."

When the word 'Rosie' suddenly came out of Jordan's mouth, Rosaline's jaw was gaping. Open like a fish's mouth. He glared at the handsome bartender in confusion as well as shock.

Because never in her whole life other than her family called her by that name —except Oliver— even Kaylie never called her by that name. So how did Jordan know his nickname?

"What?" Jordan interrupted, "is there something on my face? Don't tell me there's a spider stuck in there!" He panicked, started looking for a mirror.

"No. There are no spiders on your face," Rosaline exclaimed, "i was just shocked, when you suddenly called me Rosie. Because Rosie was my childhood name. Only my family calls me that. Hence, don't mind my ugly expression just now."

Rosaline chuckled, trying as hard as possible not to laugh off after seeing the panicked expression on Jordan's face just now. Which inexplicably he found very funny and cute.

"Oh sorry, that's my old habit. I always add y or something similar to that at the end of my customer name. James to Jammy.

"At first the guy didn't like the way I called his name, so I added a Y at the end. Sorry if that bothers you so much. I'll try calling you by m—'s real name"

"no need. You can call me Rosie. It's okay, I'm fine with that," cut Rosaline quickly felt a little unwell when she saw the sad expression on the bartender's face.

A wide smile spread across Jordan's face and he nodded. "Are you dating the golden money anyway?" He asked suddenly, making Rosaline almost choke on her own saliva.

"No. We're not dating. As he said before we just— don't know friends or what, but yeah like that hahaha."

Jordan raised next to his eyebrows, observing Rosaline's face as if the girl was lying.

"You're not? Jammy never brought any girl here other than someone named Oliver. She's the only girl I've ever seen with her, but I can tell right away that they're not a couple."

"Yes, Oliver's not her boyfriend. She's got someone else," I'm Rosaline sipping her mocktail.

Jordan only let out a light hum in response. He glanced at the door where James had come out earlier before walking to the drink rack. Rosaline watched the man as Jordan opened a bottle of Vodka and placed it in front of her.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "i don't drink Vodka."

"Yes, but your friend needs."

With his eyes Jordan pointed behind Rosaline. The figure of James walking dramatically towards them. His face was pinched with emotions that Rosaline could not guess. Maybe pissed? Getting angry? Or something else.

As soon as he sat down beside Rosaline, James threw his phone as if it didn't matter it was going to break. "Vodka!" He and Jordan gave it up.

Rosaline watched as James poured vodka into a glass and drank it. It only took a few hours for the blond man to get stuck into his own world after three glasses of Vodka entered his body.

"Adler, stop. You're drunk" Rosaline warned. His eyes turned to Jordan, telling the bartender not to pour any more vodka into James's glass.

"Shut up! I need Rosaline!"

Hearing his first name suddenly come out of James' mouth with ease, somehow Rosaline found it was not at all strange anymore. Well, James did call his first name while working, but not on a typical day like this.

"James," Call him. "You're drunk!" His eyes twitched watching the man straighten Vodka like there was no tomorrow for her.

"Seriously, you should stop this. You're drunk James, "he's worried.

Instead of stopping, James just shook his head and raved. He said he was not drunk at all. In fact, anyone who saw his condition now would immediately pity him.

James constantly poured Vodka into his glass until it spilled and littered the table. Inevitably Rosaline was forced to stand from her seat to snatch the Vodka glass.

"Give it to me!" Rosaline's orders, trying to push James' body to be able to take the glass.

"NO!" He shouted, brushing Rosaline's hand away from him.

Rosaline groaned in annoyance while frowning as she placed her hand between her waist. He moved his weight from one leg to the other. Thinking of how he could take that glass from James. This man is drunk.

"Come on, James," she asked.

Rosaline could see James' grip getting tighter on the glass as she slowly turned around. Just to stare into his gray eyes with a pair of shining emeralds.

His eyes are not focused. A red nose and face like a drunk. Rosaline could even sniff the smell of alcohol from James' breath as the man opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. As if hesitating to talk to him.

"Who called earlier? You acted like this after receiving that call. Who's she?" Rosaline's eyes were sharp as knives. Observe James so that the man does not lie to him.

"That's Clark," he hiccups, "I did what you told me to. Explain everything to him."

"Then?" Rosaline gulps. Somehow I feel uncomfortable.

"We had a big fight. Although this was not the first time we had a fight but still. He used to complain to my father every time we fought and now, maybe after this I have to face my father again."

"Then go home. Talk to your dad."

James grunting. "It's not that easy, you fool! My father—I mean my family... Even though I explained it to them yesterday. They won't listen to me. We are different. Not everyone has a family like you. You have a family who loves you while I'm not!"

That word is like a knife. Stabbed Rosaline's heart and made her bleed. He knew how frustrating James was now. Although Rosaline herself knew nothing about her family's circumstances.

Like being cursed with an imperial spell like in Harry Potter. Rosaline's hand moved by itself and landed right above James' head. He knew he shouldn't have done that. But his sympathy goes beyond.

At the same time his hand stroked James' head and said, "life is never simple for you, huh?"