The Salvador Legacy

11 | The deal

(Continuing from chapter 9, in Selena's pov)

Sunday, 3:27 am

"I know where he is? What am I, Batman?" I narrowed my eyes to his.

McDreamy here thinks he can be as ridiculous as the black shirt he's wearing, which is practically in a committed relationship with his abs.

"Well, I don't see you hanging from rooftops in a cape and cowl." His lips curled as he brought his words to an end.

"Touche! But you haven't seen me in my pajamas. I might have a Bat-symbol onesie hidden away somewhere."

Now that, was personal

Just as his eyebrows raised and he was about to give the 'ultimate comeback' ever, the curtains were dramatically pulled open, and I turned as swiftly as an owl caged up in a zoo.

"Oops, did I catch you guys doing the dirty?" Max slurred her words, giving us a sly look.

Oh, I know that look

"How drunk are you on a scale of 1 to I can't do math right now" My hands reached out to support her body which kept throwing itself at me.

"A thirty thweth"

"Alright, let's get you home ASAP" I threw her arms around my shoulders as we made our way to the door.

I turned back to find Jameson, casually leaning against the tomb near the curtain, wearing that unmistakable smirk that said, 'I've got a comeback brewing.'

I shook my head, silently sending Jameson a clear signal that said, "Don't even try it."

As I pushed the doors open to make our escape from the house, I found myself guiding a wobbling and clearly intoxicated Max towards the car in the parking lot.

The wildness of this party was off the charts. I couldn't believe my eyes - the guy I'd last seen hunched over and throwing up was still locked in a never-ending battle with his stomach. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in disbelief and mutter, "Like, seriously, dude?"

We took a sharp right turn, walking alongside the fountain, and entered a dimly lit pathway. The surroundings were adorned with meticulously trimmed trees and well-kept grass.

"Hey, do you think the garden gnomes are like tiny, drunk neighbors?" Max slowly got her head up and opened an eye.

I let out a sigh.

Max, with a tipsy grin on her face, slurred again, "Are we home? I need home."

I couldn't help but chuckle at Max's words. "Oh no, we're not home yet. But we're on an adventure through the Land of Sobriety. Hold on to your wobbly boots!"

Max, attempting to maintain her balance, replied, "Land of Sobriety? Sounds boring. Can't we take a shortcut through the Land of Pizza and Naps?"

I laughed again, "I wish, Max, but we've got to get you back safely. You know, it's a rough journey filled with hurdles like 'Walking on a Straight Line' and 'Finding Your Keys.'

Max stumbled and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, 'Finding Your Keys' is the worst level. I can never pass that one."

I teased, "Well, Max, you're in luck. I've got the 'Key-finding' power-up right here," as I jingled her car keys in front of him.

Max's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "To the Batmobile, I mean, to the Maxmobile!"

In the quiet stillness of 3 am, before Max's car came into view, my attention was drawn to a mysterious figure-a man in a suit.