CROWBONES [ENGLISH VER.] | txtzy

CHAPTER 1

｡˚⛓˚｡⋆. HADES

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"Fuck," I whispered when I felt a painful pang on my head when I woke up.

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Fuck it. I shouldn't have challenged Dior when we stopped by the road! Because of our high alcohol tolerance, we were not patient enough to wait until we get to Crowbones to drink.

I wanted to compete with her — the one who drinks the most wins then the loser will have to pay for all of their drinks.

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Damn, did I just lose?

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My hangover was so intense that I just wanted to sleep. I was really irritated, mostly because that fucking Apollo drank my water. I have too many problems. But my biggest problem was I did not remember anything before I passed out.

I did not know if I slept because of being drunk or some other fucking things. Fuck, I don't know now!

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I was about to hold my head when I realized that my hands were tied behind my back.

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What the fuck? Where the fuck was I?

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My eyes darted to my friends who were restrained to chairs too. Our chairs were encircled as I saw my friends who did not look like they were about to wake up any moment.

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How did we end up here?

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The room was pitch black but it has an old money design and is archaic. It also boasts a beautiful combination of black, red, and gold in its decorations and furniture. Our clothes did not change a bit — but still, where were we?

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I don't remember anything from last night except that we passed by a dark road on our way to Crowbones and back to the store. Dior, Apollo, Zeus, and I even drank while resting. I didn't remember if I got drunk or what.... Fuck! Did I say anything about Chanel?! They'll probably think that I'm still in love with her.

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I mean, yes, I still do but, they don't have to know!

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My eyes were fixated on the crow on the corner. It was dark but there was something different.

Its head was decapitated.

It sent shivers down my spine when I felt that there was something extremely wrong with this place. Then after, I tried breaking free from my restraints but it was too tight so my wrists got wounded.

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ㅤIn these times, I think it would be better if I just hung out with them in P. Noval street to drink. When I'm stressed, I drink. When I'm feeling giddy, I drink. When I'm tied up, damn, does drinking help?

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Of course.

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I looked at Chanel who was currently sleeping. This was the only time I could take a look at her. When she's awake, I was not allowed anymore. We can't be together anymore. It was like I was going back to the past that I deeply regret.

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"Wake up!" I shouted to get help. "Ares! Tiffany! C-chanel! Hermés! Prada! Zeus! Dior! Apollo! Gucci!"