My Life In A Fantasy, Women-Dominated World-Chapter 40: Storytelling

After politely requesting the driver to change directions and drop me at the bar near the labyrinth, I sighed leaning against the seat.

It was hard to believe that someone like Claire was causing trouble after drinking.

To me she seemed like the girl who can drink entire bottles and still be standing in control.

Alas, I guess you really can’t judge the book from just the cover.

The journey from Nancy’s house to the labyrinth took a little over half an hour, as it was a busy hour.

But it was a pleasant ride as first of all, Nancy’s mother’s car was really luxurious and comfortable.

And to top it off, the driver had an impeccable taste in classical music of Solaris, which was a new experience for me.

"Thanks a lot," I smiled after the lady parked near a big restobar that was on the labyrinth road.

"No worries, Mr Cross. Have a good night," the driver smiled back politely.

"Mmhm, good night to you as well."

After the final pleasantries, I quickly made my way into the restobar, passing through the tantalizing rich aroma of food.

There were all kinds of scents, spicy, tangy, meaty, alcoholic, and even some whiffs of high quality stuff.

But ignoring all those, I climbed the staircase.

Eva had told me that they all were gathered onto the rooftop, which also served as a mini club that had an ongoing live dj but nothing too fancy.

It was a great place to chill, all in all.

"Eva,"

Once on the rooftop, it wasn’t hard to find the raven haired beauty as she was standing quite close to the gate.

And hearing my voice, she turned around with panic evident in her eyes.

"Aaron–" she yelped as if she hadn’t been the one that called me here in the first place, but once her bearings were collected, she lowered her head.

"Claire is not here right now."

I looked at her half expecting it to be a joke.

After all, why else did she call me here? But looking behind her, I could see some fucked up scenes that didn’t belong to a respectable restobar.

There were some splatters of blood, the chairs and tables were broken into splinters, all of them scattered as if a huge hurricane had swept over this place.

Barely anyone was on the rooftop, only a couple few people sitting in some remaining chairs while smoking and chatting to each other.

The dj system was broken and in shambles, sparking with electricity every once in a while.

And in addition, I was unable to see anyone of Claire’s friend group here, except Eva of course.

Keeping all this in mind, I sighed, "Where is she then?"

"In the hospital." Eva moved closer, her hand on my shoulder as she looked at me apologetically.

As if she was the one who caused all this.

But I, on the other hand, was feeling too confused about this situation.

Also a little irritated at how slowly Eva was revealing such key information.

Maybe noticing my doubts and confusion, Eva took a deep breath to calm herself as she went into the story telling mode. Her voice was gentle and mellow, with the small undertone of sadness.

She told me from the start, when I had finished the call with Claire and she had told me that they were going to drink.

All of them were happy as they had managed to save Jaq, while also gaining quite a few freebies from the government for actively supporting in the crisis.

Regardless, in the midst of festivities, they ended up ordering a tad bit overdose of alcohol than they could all handle.

They were all nearing their limits in just 10-15 minutes of drinking, due to Katie’s continuous insistence on taking shots as she wanted to drown in her grief.

After which they wanted to leave the excess alcohol as they had no more capacity left, but Claire was against it.

She berated them for being wasteful and drunk a nearly 3/4 th bottle in one chug to show them not to waste good alcohol.

It was a cool show at that moment, but when the alcohol hit, Claire got muddled.

Eva repeatedly mentioned that Claire was so drunk that she was sitting on a bench with a foolish grin, scrolling her phone when she suddenly got mad and smashed it onto the ground at full force.

And of course, Claire being a high levelled raider, the phone exploded into countless shards of glass and electronics, causing quite a carnage.

Unluckily, few of those shards ended up injuring a male on the nearby table.

It had left a big cut on his cheek, slightly grazing his eye to the point that slight blindness was a surety and total blindness was a possibility.

At that point in the story, I sighed deeply.

It wasn’t hard to guess what happened after.

The people who were with that guy probably got enraged after their lovely protected flower was damaged.

And this resulted in a huge brawl that ended up sending Claire to hospital.

"You guys caused such a big mess in just 40-50 minutes..." I felt speechless, glaring at Eva, "And why didn’t you tell me about her hospitalization on the call?"

Eva quickly defended herself, "I didn’t know it would become such a big deal! Claire and us had beaten off the guy’s group, but we didn’t expect them to bring in their friends 10 minutes later!"

That made much more sense, and the timings also checked out.

"I see, well fuck that." I snorted, "Take me to Claire, and how bad is it?"

Eva nodded instantly, grabbing my hand without being asked before rushing down the stairs with uncanny speed.

And I also felt a warm glow enveloping around me, making my body feel lighter and much more flexible.

Must have been her skill to make me faster, and capable of matching her speed.

"We took her to the Laby Hospital, and it’s not serious, but she was beaten pretty badly." Eva said while slipping through the crowds easily, before continuing:

"I had a talk with Jaq earlier, she told me that there were quite a few bones broken. Even with potions, it will take her at least a few weeks to recover fully."

I could only nod at her words as we sat into a classy black sedan which Eva swiftly drifted onto the road, driving towards the hospital.

In all honesty, I didn’t have much of a deep bond with Claire, as I barely knew her for one day.

Yet, the thought of her getting hurt didn’t sit right with me.

I didn’t get the feelings of revenge, as I knew it was way out of my current limits, yet I knew one thing.

I didn’t want such a thing to happen again.