Before we budge into whatever is going to take place, let's take a quick flashback to how Austin and I met.

As you already know, Joanne is his twin sister and she's dating my brother Ben. It's weird I know, but let's focus on the important details here. Joanne and Ben had been dating for nearly over a year before I met Austin. The reason behind this was simple, Ben never wanted me anywhere near boys. I never questioned that since I took no interest in them in the first place. My mind was lost in the Twilight world for a while back then.

No one could ever surpass Edward Cullen's aura. I'd let him turn me if vampires ever existed I mean, who in their right mind wouldn't? He was more than good looking, he was a bright student and filthy rich. 

I ain't saying I'm a gold digger but money speaks, am I right or am I RIGHT?

Joanne convinced Ben to have us all for dinner one day at their place. Her father, Mr. McPherson, was going to prepare something Italian. That was the day I realized that love sorry, lust can make you do stupid things. After we'd had dinner, Austin suggested he'd like to show me his guitar collection. We escaped to the basement where they had the family theater and man was I wrong!

He did have the guitars though, about twelve to be exact but that was not the point. The idiot kissed me and I let him. Forgive me, but at that moment I lost my will to step back and smack him right across his angelic face. That marked the start of our long and weird relationship.

"Where are we?" I asked, standing beside Liam.

"Don't you recognize the place?" He asked, walking further ahead.

"Kind of..."

"Doesn't Austin work here?" 

"You brought me to a bar?" I shot back. "I never liked coming here! We always fought over this and I constantly begged him to change his job."

"Suck it up Lola, you're dead and it is about time you at least see how a bar looks like from the inside," Liam said through his teeth.

"That line has no effect on me after the millionth time you've used it," I shot back. "Quit playing it like a broken record."

"Someone's pissed off," he muttered under his breath.

When we walked in, I was hit by the strangest smell; a mixture of alcohol, weed, and weirdly enough, coffee tainted the air. Who knew they served coffee at a bar and how were they breathing in here?

Austin was at the bar, empty bottles before him, and an empty glass with ice in his hand.

"Another one," he said, pushing his glass forward.

"Haven't you had enough?" the bartender asked.

"George, when I've had enough I'll let you know. Hit me," he replied, drunk. George poured him another and went back to polishing the lined up glasses.

"What in God's name is he doing?" I asked openly.

"You can clearly see he's drunk himself silly," Liam replied.

"It was rhetoric," I said, rolling my eyes.

We sat and watched as he downed one glass after another. George simply kept filling his glass. What sort of bartender was he? Couldn't he see that he'd had more than his liver could filter?

"George, that's it for me," Austin said, pushing his glass aside. "Here's a tip for all your troubles." He laid a hundred dollar bill on the counter and struggled to stand up.

"I'm calling you a cab," George said, taking his cellphone out.

"No, nooooo need. I'm good to drive."

"Is he being serious right now? How in the hell is he supposed to drive in that state!" I yelled, getting off the bar stool.

"Lola, keep your drama to a minimum. We aren't the only ones watching!" Liam said, grabbing my arm.

"How are you going to get behind the wheel like that? An Uber will be here in ten minutes," George said, grabbing the bottles and bill off the counter.

"I said I can drive!" Austin slurred and slammed his fists on the counter.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. It's her funeral today and you're tempting the devil with your stupidity. I bet you were drunk that day too, weren't you!" George shot back.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Austin screamed back.

"You can fool everyone Austin, but I know an alcoholic when I see one. Now sit tight and wait for that damn Uber before I end up calling Joanne!"

I'd never been so stunned in my entire life. I knew Austin usually had just a couple of beers or a drink or two but an alcoholic? What was George going on about? And that night, he'd only had some apple cider, nothing more. Unless...no, he couldn't have, could he?