Animalistic

12

The evening progressed about as well as I had anticipated: like shit. The room glowed with easy conversation between eager males and females, and every five minutes a bell would ring out above the crowd, indicating it was time to move on to the next one. This lasted for about a few rounds before the food cart finally came, thank God! A small female with grey hair brought the little silver cart filled with an assortment of hors d'oeuvres to the side of the wall, only a couple steps from my table! The thought of wheeling the cart to be right next to my chair crossed my mind, maybe I could grab some food without getting up!

However, as I began to struggle to reach a tasty looking platter of some kind of food of the cheese-meat variety-without much success-a male with broad shoulders and extremely bushy eyebrows walked towards the cart, giving me in my plight to grab the food a strange look. I was almost there, I could feel it, but my fingers merely brushed the platter, unable to reach the treasure my stomach yearned for. After a few seconds of watching me struggle, the male cautiously handed me the small morsel of food, bless this man! I graciously took it, giving him a small bow of my head. He then turned his full attention to me as he absentmindedly grabbed a few pieces of fruit. His eyes skirted across the scene of me, mid bite, sitting at this lone table, and he seemed to find genuine interest in sitting to talk with me. But once his eyes focused on my card, and he read my rank, the thought seemed to be thrown out from his mind as if it were literal mind-garbage, and he soon scuttled off.

A sigh left my mouth, exactly as I thought, the meaty-cheesy morsel was delicious. Oh, yeah and that whole little revulsion that guy felt at the thought of talking to a rank two, that's a thing to I guess. I was used to such treatment, always being seen as inferior, sure it pissed me off as all hell in the beginning, but I soon found that that was how the world would choose to view me, and there was nothing I could do about that. At the time it felt like I was giving up, but now the sting of rejection felt more like a whiff then a stab. If I accepted the pain, then they couldn't hurt me, not truly anyway. Of course, it could also just be because I don't have anymore shits to give. Yeah, that's most likely it.

As I finished the little morsel of food, I yearned for yet another appetizer, my stomach rumbling quite effectively, I was about to rise up from my seat to get some more when I heard the scrapping of the seat in front of me. My eyes whipped up to hazel quick-sand gaze that belonged to a true asshole. "Atlas" I say offhandedly, my butt which was raised only a centimeter from my seat returned once again to the golden cushion.

His eyes were far to sparkly for my liking "Jasabell" his strangely perky yet gravely tone as he says my name causes my eyes to squint quite suspiciously. But all of that went out the window as he places a silver tray in front of me, holding a overflowing sandwich, filled with all kinds of meats and cheese and oh my, are those avocadoes? My mind goes blank as I stare at the intoxicating meal, the tray also holding a cup of pieces of blueberries and what looks to be a cold ice tea in a ice cube-less glass. I'm quite sure that if I had any sort of moisture left in my parched throat, I would have drooled all over myself in this instant.

"H-how...Wh-uh" tumbles out of my stunned and gaping mouth.

His usual smirk crawls its way onto his face. "A little birdy told me you woke up pretty late, missed breakfast and lunch." His voice seemed slightly taunting, as if he was swinging the meal in front of my face teasingly. I nod, salivating at the thought of that sandwich in my mouth. My hand reaches out to the meal, but before my peasant fingers could even graze the radiant sandwich, he pulled the tray back across the table. "Ah, ah, ah," he tsked at me, waving his stupid pointer finger as he chastised me "This hear meal, comes at a price." I give a bit of a whine as I pout at him, my eyebrows turning up at his torturous teasing. He falters slightly, eyes softening slightly, and it seems he might just give me the meal after all! But he shakes it off, and his teasing smirk and amused eyes return. "Nice try, but you're going to have to earn this" he says as he gestures to the holy tray.