Csüt. Ápr. 02, 2015 3:49 pm
Téma - Re: para-para-paradise ;; Pierre & Sansa
Third night at the same bar, slightly tipsy, immensely depressed. The third day already in this pathetic condition, alcohol in my veins, enormous blankness in my mind, I’ve spent more money on alcohol in three days, than on the rent in three years. I’m more than lost; I have no desire, no intention, no goal. Not anymore. Three days has passed, since my mother died in the hospital.
This question is all I have, yet I’m truly careless about it, about the world, and about myself. I wonder what would my mother say, seeing me like this, sitting in this filthy little night club, getting drunk all alone. I’ve only talked some words with the bartender, she tried to cheer me up, was actually quite pretty, and quite disappointed after ten minutes. I’m still not drunk enough.
I order one more whiskey, she serves me half-heartedly, sending me reproachful glances, which I only answer with a sour smile: how sweet, If it continues like this, I might even spend a night with her. Just as I did with the other two chicks yesterday and the day before, though it didn’t reduce my pain.
I have money, a real fortune, which my mother set aside for me, if she would die sometime, so I can spend it all on alcohol. How lucky I am, like this I can blame this all on her, while feeling even worse for the things I do. I decide to pay some drinks to some random women sitting next to me, but then I get pretty confused: a minute ago this hot chick was still on the stage, singing some nice melody, and now she’s ordering a drink right before my eyes. What a coincidence.
‘Let it be two, my treat.
’ I tell the bartender, grinning at her viciously, i guess if she could kill me with her glance, I’d certainly be dead by now. ‘Cheers.
’ I say, turning back to the diva as we receive our drinks. What a woman, that’s pretty much I can think of, looking at that red dress of hers. She has to be about ten years older, which I don’t actually mind, I kind of like older women, especially those who still look this hot in her age. She must have worked hard to be in such a good shape, and that should be highly remunerated, exemplarily to all the women in their forties.
‘Pierre Fabron, pleased to meet you.
’ I smile at her friendly, though I do not intend to be only her friend in the long run. ‘What brings such a lady to a place like this?
’ I ask her honestly, as she doesn’t seem to belong in the bottom layer of society, which can only allow itself these run-down night clubs. This place is one of the cheapest and dirtyest ratholes in the city, and just as dangerous as London's darkest alleys. One should be rather cautios when talking to strangers... like me, for example.