This is part of my first chapter of Prone to Weakness. I hope you like it and help me improve:D. Please Rate when your finished!
Barely gripping his glass of vodka, Alden giggled happily to himself. The bartender shook his head and laughed as Alden continued slopping down more of the mystical liquid that he could handle. Though, some wouldn't know it, he was a rather a good drunk. Since the age of ten, he had gained plenty of practice and knowledge of his limits.
After his third glass, he rose to his feet firmly with his fourth. Finally, he was beginning to unwind after an unforgiving day at his father’s law firm. He didn’t have much time though; he would have to be back in England the day after tomorrow. Right now his father thought Alden was diligently studying on his “class field trip” to the United States Supreme Court. It was a beautiful lie that only true genius could take credit for. Only Alden that is. A break from his "supreme overlord", also known as Dad, was what he really needed today. No rules, regulations, black ties, and what he detested most, fake smiles. Tonight was his night. Marco cocked his head to the side at a passing stranger. A sinister smile swept over his face.
"Come here gorgeous!" Marco hollered. The young woman spun into his arm.
"What's wrong with you, get off me!" she growled attempting to reclaim her skirt.
"You're darling." She struggled to shake her body loose, but he grabbed her again.
"Care to…BURP"
"Ah sick!" the girl groaned taking in a nose-full.
His breath traveled through the headlights like a deadly stink bomb hovering over innocent victims. Marco quickly covered his mouth subconsciously allowing his captive to escape. He watched her disappear into the neon blinking lights over the dance floor. Alden chuckled. "That was funny” he thought. Usually he was more suave with his ladies. It was a point off his perfect record he noted.
“Its so difficult being perfect.”
Short puffs of air was coming from Marco's lungs, suddenly it felt extremely stuffy in here. He paid the bartender and grabbed his coat to leave. Just as he expected the night was cool and breezy. His breathing began to settle as the cool air spewed through him. The breeze started to carry him to a familiar place, somewhere a long time ago.
He imagined himself on the beach with the most important woman in his life holding him close. He could smell the salt breeze sting his nose a little and the soft smooth sand encircling them. She would say I love you, then he would sing it back to her and hear her laugh. Ahhhh...her laugh, he missed it so much. He remembered it so clearly this time, like a pig choking on its breath. It maybe have been irritating sound to some but, he loved that about her. He loved everything about her. He loved her long black sleek hair, like curtains brushing his cheek, and the cool feeling it had. He loved to think about her. No one could take these precious memories away. Marco focused deeply on her touch as she used to stroke his hair. So relaxing...
"YOU'RE SUCH A TRAMP!" Marco's head tanked from the clouds and immediately turned towards the direction of the noise. He sighed heavily. Whoever just ruined his moment better have a good explanation.
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