56 Atibor (1/2)
After several interruptions, they reached the end of the long counter.
Laila's companion caring helped her on the bar stool.
”What do you want to drink?”
”What do you drink here?”
Mephisto snapped his fingers and immediately approached a half-naked devil.
Laila saw that the bartenders wore white loincloths that glowed bright white, almost bluish, in the black light.
Mephisto held two fingers in the air. T
he devil nodded and left.
”What did you order?”
Because the music was pretty loud, Jonathan leaned Taylor or Mephisto, or whatever his name was, close to Laila 's ear.
He brushed her hair back.
His lips touched her skin as he spoke.
It tickled, but Laila did not back off.
”Blood and sperm” Laila grimaced.
”That's a joke?”
”No, both are donors of life.”
When he saw Laila's scared eyes, his full, well-sounding laugh sounded again.
Laila thought he saw almost all conversations cease and the guests looked in his direction.
There was a yearning and submission in everyone's eyes; The man had an insane presence.
Laila was curious how the leader would act on her.
The devil appeared with the drinks.
He put two whisky glasses full of red liquid in front of her, in which sluggish white threads floated.
”In your well, Atibor.” The devil bowed deeply.
Laila's companion just returned the greeting.
Laila struggled for composure.
Atibor. What kind of lucky child was she? Brutus would have been proud of her, nothing in her face indicated her surprise.
Of course, behave yourself, Laila thought.
”Atibor? Mephisto, how shall I call you?” Sam looked at him with an innocent expression.
He raised his glass. ”Names are sonic and smoke-only glorious deeds will be remembered.”
He looked questioningly at her glass.
”What's in there?”
”Tomato juice, vodka, batida and a shot aphrodisiac.”
Laila lifted the glass to his lips.
”Well then.”
”In one go.”
He threw down the drink.
Laila held his breath and did the same.
The juice ran down her throat, oily.
Lailacoughed.
”God, is that sharp.”
”You spilled a drop there.”
He leaned forward and ran his tongue over Laila's mouth.
”Is that the effect of the aphrodisiac?”
”Well, ...” he snapped his fingers again and held out two of them to the bartender.
In seconds, two filled glasses stood on the counter. ”... you have to turn some drinks on ex, so that the effect is set.”
Again they threw down their drinks.
Laila felt her head becoming light and weightless.
What the hell was in there, that feeling could not come from alcohol.
Again the flicking of his fingers.
”If that keeps going at a tempo, I'll fall off the stool right away.”
Atibor studied her in mock concern.
”We have to do something about that.”
He put an arm around her waist and pulled her from the bar stool into his arms.
He pressed her tightly against his body.
”Better?”
Laila held two fingers in the direction of the bartender.
”Tequila, two bottles.”
The bartender looked questioningly at Atibor.
He threw his head back and roared with laughter.
Laila hoped her trickiness was not easy to see through.
The likelihood that the closed bottles were prepared with drugs, she estimated as extremely low.
The strange feeling in her head subsided.
Maybe the dosage in the drinks was low.
He looked at Laila with narrowed eyes.
”Will that be a drinking duel?”
Laila pulled out of his grip and grabbed the bottle of tequila peppy on the neck.
Satisfied, she saw that the lock was intact.
Laila held the opened bottle to his mouth and took a long sip.
God, that was disgusting.
She eyed Atibor provocatively.
”Do you accept the challenge?”
Another huge gulp from the bottle.
The alcohol pulled burning tracks through Laila's guts.
Disgusting, Laila wanted to shake himself.
Atibor thankfully refused the offered bottle.
”I am not a friend of Tequila.”
”A pity, too.” Laila held the bottle back to his lips and pretended to take another sip of tequila. Atibor eyed her doubtfully.
”How long do you want to go through this without becoming unconscious?”
”Oh, I'm pretty good at training.”
Another sip.