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Everywhere she looked there was too much of everything. Too much perfume, too many patterns of fuchsia, and way too many people. There was also too much free alcohol, but she didn't mind that as much.

Her cousin was just married about a half hour ago and it was now the reception. She was about ready to leave to go lay in her bed, but she didn't knowing well her mother would give her an earful next time she saw her. She was sat at one of the round tables leaning a smushed cheek on her palm, not caring that it was not her assigned seat.

Upon arriving she chose the table closest to the entrance, taking the crisp paper with a random name and throwing it over her shoulder and taking a seat. The table had many plates and decorative pebbles, she couldn't help but judge. Others sat around her trying to make conversation, soon giving up when they saw no interest in her responses.

Later on, she was on her own once her distant relatives got up to go dance. She looked at the crowd of family and friends with their systems flushed with wine as they danced to an overplayed bachata song, the bride and groom in the middle of it all.

Don't get her wrong, she would be there dancing with them as well if she wasn't in such a bitter mood. The fact that this was her cousin's third marriage didn't help either, I mean it got tiring after a while, but Hispanics never pass up an opportunity to get drunk off their asses.

She hummed to a song as she reached her arm out to a waiter passing by. "Excuse me sir, would you be a dear and just bring me a bottle of wine instead of a glass?" She didn't wait for a response before saying, "Thank you, darling." The waiter sighed before nodding his head and walking away.

While she waited for her wine to arrive she looked around the venue. Looking at dresses as they walked by and jewelry around the necks of other guests. Staring at the many chandeliers, the tablecloths, and the dry meat they dare call food quickly became a boring task. Her gaze locked on the long creases of the drapes that hung around the entire venue. She kept that up until she realized she was being looked at by man sitting on his own at a table across the room. Not shying away she stared back. She looked away when she saw he didn't look away after a while.

"Ma'am?" She turned her head towards the waiter who was quickly approaching her, "Your wine." He held out the bottle and she stood up. "Thank you."

She took the wine and grabbed her wallet before heading outside realizing later, once her feet stepped on grass, that she wasn't wearing any shoes. Shrugging her shoulders she continued her walk, out the back doors, towards the small cliff that overlooked the entire city, far from the building where the couple had just been married.

She knew the couple. She was willing to bet that the marriage wouldn't even last six months. She just didn't have anyone to bet against with.

She leaned her elbows on the railing, inhaling deeply, facing the dimming city, her eyes seemingly staring at nothing and everything all at once. She raised the bottle to her lips, taking a long gulp before a voice startled her, "Would you mind sharing?" Not even seconds later she was coughing loudly with the wine sliding in streams down her elbows. He stepped closer to her, not really sure what he would do to help, but he stepped closer anyway. She raised her hand as if telling him to back off. She wiped her arms on the silk of her dress, the color turning a darker shade of red

Once her cough subsided and she could talk without sounding like she was dying she glared at the man who stood in front of her, a hidden grin on his face.

She recognized him as the man who was staring at her before.

"This isn't fucking funny you moron, and yes, I do mind. This is my wine." She muttered.