turning pages }} cato
Apr 22, 2014 3:07:12 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 22, 2014 3:07:12 GMT -5
KADENLORE
My fingers curl around the neck of the bottle loosely. Gently I heave it towards my mouth where I press it to my lips, the cool glass surface almost refreshing. I smile before tipping some of the liquid of fire into my mouth where it burn away my sins, my worries. Some people didn't understand why I did this to myself, why I allowed my body to become intoxicated by the liquid that I took pleasure in consuming. Why did my sister always question my actions? did she not realise? Did she mot realise how perfect this whole situation was? By drinking this foul liquid I was eating away at my worries, I was clearing my mind… Wasn't I becoming a better person?
I pull the bottle away from my lips and place it back down on the wooden counter. I swing my body around so that I was no long facing the lonely bar tender but the busy bar. People, of all shapes and sizes were milling around in groups. I watched as an oh so desperate guy approach a lady, she gives him one look and he stops. He may have wanted her, but she definitely had not wanted him. As though she could sense someone staring her eyes turned to me. At fist she frown but after a moment she smiled, and her whole posture changed. Oh boy did she want me. I wink at her before I grab my bottle once again, remove myself from my stool and walk towards the exit.
Tonight I had come out for a reason, I had wanted to add another item to my collection… But to be honest, right now I wasn't feeling in the mood.
It only takes me a few seconds to be free from the confinements of the bar. Out side the air is cold, and it bites at my exposed skin making me want to hug my body tightly. As I said before I was planning to score tonight so I had worn nothing but the tight black dress that hugged my body closely. I curse silently before I chug the rest of my alcohol before tossing the empty bottle over my shoulder. The liquid leaves a fiery trail down my throat and into my stomach and despite the cold I manage to smile a little.
Unconsciously my hands tug at the bottom of my dress, trying to pull it down so that my body wouldn't freeze. but it wouldn't go any lower, given up I look down the street, which was almost empty apart from the few men which were hanging around, waiting for disadvantaged young girls who were drunk off their faces. (Like me, perhaps). Sighing I try to think of a solution to my problem, ut my mind didn't want to work, it kept buzz around distantly telling me that I should munch on some chocolate… Sighing I looked around desperately, but no answers came.
Maybe i should go back to the pub? Spend a little more time in the warmth, and maybe some more times with that pretty lady, or one of the many handsome men… But something deep inside my sloppy mind told me that tonight wasn't the night. Sighing once again I slowly fall to the ground so that my knees were pressed up against my chest.
I knew that I was in the middle of a street, but right now I couldn't really care less. I hugged my legs closely seeking warmth from chest. Lazily my eyes begin to scan the sky and the blinking stars.
Tonight really was a beautiful night.