Blame it on the Bourbon

Chapter 1

        It was another scorcher. The hot sun cast it’s rays over New Orleans, almost as if it was throwing flames. It was Andrea’s second week in the city, and she had taken her time to get settled in, which for her took a mere week.  Her grandmother Etta had been more than happy to see her granddaughter and she was Andrea’s biggest supporter during the move. Etta was well known around the town as the current owner of the popular Jazz Club, ‘Maison Bourbon’. She was, as the sign outside of the club said, dedicated to the preservation of jazz. And, behind the club, there was a small, cube shaped, wood paneled house. Because it was a part of the property, Etta held ownership of the house too, though she didn’t live in it, as she didn’t like to bring her work home. Given its unoccupied state, she offered it up to Andrea, who quickly accepted and moved in immediately. The house was old and creaky, in contrast to the Maison Bourbon, but it had a cozy feel, something that drew Andrea to it. And that coziness made it all the more difficult to leave that morning.

        The soles of her sandals slapped against the pavement as she walked away from the house. She was undecided on her destination, but one thing was for sure; she would go where her heart took her. Her mind was open and unaware of her path, but her feet carried her in the direction of Jackson Square. Upon her arrival she stood in admiration of the bronze statue of Andrew Jackson, the square’s namesake. She admired its beauty and thought to herself, I could do this. I could be sculptor or an artist of some sort and create world famous statues. And as she reveled at the thought, she realized she was just grasping at straws and the image diminished completely when she felt a shove and a sudden coldness on her back.

        Swiftly, she turned around with confusion etched across her soft features, and was faced with an already apologetic young man. He began to express his regret profusely and offered to get her a towel to dry the water on her shirt. Andrea graciously declined the offer, mentioning that the sun would be quick to dry her shirt.

        “Are you absolutely sure? I wouldn’t mind getting you a towel.” He replied uncertainly.

        “I’m absolutely sure. Thank you, though.” She assured him.

        “I still feel as if I am indebted to you. What would you say to a tour of New Orleans? I haven’t seen you around so I assume you’re new here.” He proposed, his deep voice flowing out to her like honey.

        Andrea looked at him just then, and really looked at him. He was attractive, to say the least. The sun kissed his tan skin and his hair was a mess of brown hues scattered atop his head. He had a chiseled jaw and his height surpassed her 5’5” frame by no more than six inches. His deep hazel eyes searched her blue ones for an answer. What’s the harm, she thought.

        “That would be wonderful.” She answered, smiling in gratitude.

    “Alright, now as much as I would be delighted to start our little adventure right now, I think introductions are in order.” He remarked.

       “Oh of course, I’m Andrea Portier.”

      “And I’m Wesley. Wesley Devereux. It’s lovely to meet you Andrea.” He replied, reaching out his hand.

      “And it’s great to meet you Wesley.” She returned the gesture and shook his hand, laughing to herself.

        What’s the harm in a little adventure?

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A/N

Hello guys! I've finally gotten to write a bit and upload the first chapter. Sorry it's a bit short! hopefully the ones in the future are longer! I missed school today due to illness and I was opening a can of soup earlier and I cut my finger really deep, so it started to hurt/ bleed a lot. Now I'll have to miss tennis for the rest of the week. God help me haha.

 Hope you enjoyed this chcapter!