The music that had seemed so loud to Ema's ears seemed to die out around her. She desperately wanted to believe she had too much to drink and was imagining the whole thing. Though when she went up to him and tugged on his sleeve, and felt the leather of his jacket on her skin, she knew it wasn't a dream. Without a word, Ema tugged Klavier away from his previous dance partner. When she got a clear look at his face, she saw a glaze in his eyes that only the truly inebriated wear. It was that look, that glazed, glassy distant look that made Ema's blood boil.
"Klavier, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Ema hissed.
Klavier merely smiled. "Calm down, meine liebe. It's no big deal, ja? I was just having a little fun." He replied, carefully going over the words he spoke so he wouldn't slur them too badly.
"If you just wanted to have a little fun and dance, why didn't you do it with me, huh? Your wife.Why didn't you think to look for your wife?
"I couldn't find you. This is a reaaaaly big club, ja?" He started laughing. His breath was thick with the stench of alchol.
Ema threw up her hands. "Couldn't find me? Couldn't find me? You act like this is the first time you've ever been out. You've been doing this way before I was, Klavier. But I guess you were to busy dancing with that pink-haired bimbo." She sighed heavily. "You've just been dropping me off at parties, leaving me to wander around, while you go and dance with other girls, I bet. Klavier, if you still wanted to be a playboy, why did you even marry me?"
"Meine liebe, please. Keep your voice down. People are staring."
That only ignited the fire inside of Ema. "Let them stare, then! Who cares!? My problem's not with them, it's with you." Suddenly she stepped very close to him, looking into his eyes, their bodies almost pressed against each other. Klavier attempted to stammer out a question, but before he could get his tongue untied, she reached into his pocket and grabbed the keys to their car.
"Come on." She said. "We're leaving. Or you know, you could stay here, finish having fun. Didn't mean to interrupt you, or anything." Before Klavier could respond, she had already turned her back to him, walking away. The crowd surrounding them moved to the side slightly to let her through.
Klavier felt a hand on his arm, and turned to look at the woman he had been dancing with.
"Forget her, Klavy. She's no fun. She sees you dancing with one girl, and she explodes, like a volcano." She said, rubbing his arm.
"I can't just forget her, April. She is my wife, you are not." He said as he removed her hand away from him.
"Come on, Klavy. She'll just drag you down, hun. A real stick in the mud. How about you come back to my place? I'll show you a real good time." Klavier shook his head, fighting through his drunken haze.
"Nein, April. I have to go now. Ema is waiting for me." Without even looking at her he walked away after Ema. As he was moving through the crowd, Franziska placed herself directly in front of him.
"Franziska..." He started, but didn't get a chance to finish before she cut him off.
"Klavier, really? What was with that stunt you pulled?" Franziska asked, arms on her hip. "You're not acting like yourself. You're acting like a foolish fool. The Klavier I know wouldn't hurt someone he loved like that."
"I know, I know." Klavier replied. "But I don't want to hear it right now. I-"
"Did I ask you whether or not you wanted to hear what I have to say? You are going to listen to me, Klavier Gavin."
"Do you even know who April May is?
"So you know her reputation for getting around?"
"Then why are with her?"
"What do you think Ema was thinking when she saw you with her, then?"
"Verdammen Sie es, Franziska! I was not going to do anything with her!"
"Oh? It's not me you should trying to convince, it's Ema." With that, Franiziska moved out of his way to let him through. He glared at her for a few seconds for delaying him, but continued on his way. He dare not run though, unless he wanted to trip flat on his face. It was hard enough for him to just walk.
When he got outside, he saw that Ema had delayed driving off. He opened the passenger side door and looked inside, and saw Ema staring at him, while tightly gripping the steering wheel. He looked back into her eyes, hoping to see forgiveness, but only saw anger burning in them.
"Just be quiet, Klavier."
There was an awkward moment of silence, before Ema spoke again. "Are you going to get in the car, or what?" She asked, sounding much more tired than angry.
Klavier got in very slowly, slipping into the passenger's side. It took him a while to buckle his seat belt, though as soon as he finally got it, Ema began to drive away. The entire car ride was filled with silence, neither Ema nor Klavier saying a single word. Even though their home was not too far away, the time seemed to stretch on forever. Klavier could almost feel the anger radiating off of Ema. He wanted to apologize, but his mind was too hazy to think up anything. So he stared out the window, watching as the lights blurred together as they sped past them. Occasionally, he turned to glance at Ema, who kept her eyes fiercely on the road ahead.
After what felt like an eternity, Ema pulled into the driveway of their house. She was the first one to get out, and slammed the car door loudly as she did. The noise rang in Klavier's ears even after she had gone. He titled his head back on the seat, running a hand through his hair. During the drive, the effects of the alcohol had started to wear off. He was sober enough now to realized what he had done was incredibly stupid, and that Franziska had made a good point. He had danced with a woman like April, for goodness sake. What else could be running through Ema's mind besides "affair"? Klavier sighed and got out of the car, walking into the house with shaky steps.
Once he stepped into the house, he saw no sign of Ema. It was a big house, true, but not so big that one could get lost. After getting married, the two of them decided on not getting a mansion, but instead purchasing a modest home. Ema thought the giant mansion he wanted was too, in her words "foppish."
Klavier stepped into the living room, but saw no sign of Ema. Muttering a curse under his breath, he went to go check the kitchen. There he found her, pouring water into a glass. Klavier watched her, but didn't say anything. When she was finished, she turned towards him, and handed him the glass. He took it from her slowly, took one quick swallow , and placed it on the kitchen counter.
"You've never done that before, Klavier." Ema said, breaking the silence.
Klavier averted his eyes, and looked at his glass, but didn't reach for it. He just wanted something to look at besides Ema.
"I'm not just talking about the dancing. I mean getting drunk. You've never gotten that drunk before at a party, not ever."
Silence once again filled the kitchen.
"This is the first time I've ever had to drive us home."
Ema stared at Klavier, waiting for a response. Seeing as she wasn't going to get one any time soon, she continued on.
"And where exactly have you been wandering off to, Klavier? Lately, every time we go to a party or something, you just up and disappear. I hardly get to see you for more than five minutes once we step inside. What am I to you? Just some trophy wife you can show off for a couple a minutes? Is that it?"
Klavier remained silent, but his eyes turned back to Ema. His jaw was clenched, as if he had something he wanted to say.
"So let me get this straight," Ema started. "You drop me off, then go dance with one of your hussies, am I right?"
Klavier said something, but Ema couldn't hear him.
"What was that?"
"I said nein, Ema." He was still speaking softly, and had averted his eyes to the ground.
"Then what, Klavier? What have you been doing?"
Klavier remained silent.
"Just tell me, Klavier, if you've been cheating-"
"I said I have not! Klavier yelled angrily. He hadn't meant to raise his voice, but he didn't apologize for it, either.
Ema looked shocked at first, but she managed to reply with an almost equally loud voice.
"Well, it's not like I can really believe you! I ask you if you are, you say no, so when I ask you what you are doing, you give me the silent treatment ! What the hell am I supposed to think, Klavier? Huh? What the hell am I suppose to think!?"
Klavier turned away from her, and headed back into the living room. Ema trailed right after him. She wasn't through with him yet.