We finished eating dinner, and was onto this 67 year old aged wine. Two half fills of it, Lennox was already intoxicated. None of it was serious enough to cause a stir, but he kept acting otherwise.
"Chase, why is your hair black?"
He was groggy and kept acting sillier questions as per se. Next thing I knew he moved his chair literally next to mine. He was so close I could smell his alcohol mixed roasted chicken breath, and the smell of his sweaty body. He kept on smiling at me while I tried to enjoy my wine.
I shouldn't have let him drink.
"Chase, why are you sooooo nice to me?"
Lennox sat up and with his elbows plopped on the table, he rested his cheeks right above it and stared onto me. I saw how his chest rise and fall slowly, and notice the lump on his adams apple. How thick his lashes were, and how gorgeous his eyes looked like. The crimson stained cheek, every facial muscle makes it him.
"Chase, why aren't you answering me? You meanie."
"You're really drunk, Lennox." I said with a chuckle.
"Say that again." He laughed so bubbly, without a care.
"I said, you're really drunk Lennox."
"Chase." He said, deadpanned and monotone.
"Yeah?" I looked up to him, he was completely ignoring my wine. He was still the same, rested on his elbows. Probably more crimson than he was literally seconds ago.
"Would you hate me if I am not who you thought I was?"
He caught me off guard. I tensed up with just a short drunken phase of his. I would have believed otherwise that it was just senseless blabber. But the drunken minds speaks truth, I wouldn't have known any better.
I kept quiet, and looked at him once more. This time, he had tears on his face.
It didn't blend in too good, his image in my head as calm and composed, and never fun; ruined.
Maybe this dinner wasn't really a good idea.
He kept sobbing and crying, and hit his head on the table. A waiter was going up to us but I dismissed him with a hand gesture.
"You... hate me now... do you?" He said in between a broken voice with his forehead still in contact with the glass table, then he looked at me with need of answers.
My heart raced with this question. All my life, I never had a question thrown to me wherein I had no answer, I always had an answer. But it's so hard to be engulfed in a one day flame, i'm not really familiar with him yet.
"It's so hard to be calm around you.. but look, you kept urging me to be myself this night. Now this is me, Chase. But you hate me.." He stood up, and walked away bumping into a waiter, and walking left and right.
I was still gawking at the scenario. He walked right out of the patio, back to the entrance of the podium.
It still got to me, it's not Lennox. He was he, the first time. He was it, no pretension. The uptight and neatness, all into one person.
Yet I kept urging him to let loose, but that was the most loose he could be.
"Sir, would you please..." the waiter had checked on me to handle the bills, I ordered full house and now it looks like i'm running away from paying.
"Put it under my tab, Chase Vermont. I'm sorry but i'm really in a hurry by now." and with that, I chased after him.
I caught up to him in a middle of somewhat looks like an alleyway, maybe two to four kilometers away from where the parking lot is. I was losing breath for brisk walking, I really need to do a lot of catching up on the gym.
"Lennox? Where the hell are you?"
It was dark, and not exactly a safe place to stay for myself, and I'm not leaving alone when we came together. I trailed through the pathway, thankfully no one is around to be bothering with me.
Soon enough, I was in a park. A city park I guess, i'm not really sure of it too. I kept vigilant as I stretched to see every bench if someone drunk was passed out in it, but to no avail. It was pitch black already, and all the light I see are from the lamp posts scattered around the lot.
It was chilly, and now I remember I left my coat back at the diner. But now was no time for being cold, imagine being recklessly drunk in a completely new place in this dark cold?
I exited the park and walked back the path I ran and walked through this evening. I took out my phone and dialed Harry. He would know what to do.
After a few rings, someone was on the other line.
"Chase, you called?" His warm voice enveloping me into a series of memories I had with him. Good times , definitely.
"Yeah, look. My butler is lost, can you like help me out a bit? I'm not very well accustomed to this part of the city, i'm in the park I think. It says Bronze Heights Park." I answered, and heard a hum.
"Hmm. Yea, you're basically in the hood right now, and you're not even supposed to be there. Some butler he is."
I sighed in defeat, he got kicked out the house and refused of re entry to butler jobs, while he was a very good butler to me and Lennox gets off of me while drunk, leaving me behind on his first day. How can he not be mad?
He could've stayed. It's just that my father didn't condone to acts of lasciviousness around the house, his manor. And Harry? He is one big bag of raging hormones who was caught always flirting with Kylie, a former maid who got kicked out too.
"Just get here, okay? I'll wait." I said, ready to end the conversation, it's getting angsty by the second.
"You're not even supposed to lay your foot in Bronze. You live on a manor on Golden Heights!" He exclaimed. I could very well see where he is coming from.
"I know, let's just hope no one gets to me first, or I don't get decapitated, drugged, or murdered while you're on the other line yapping about Lennox." I rolled my eyes, Harry wasn't laughing either. I was patiently waiting for his angry comeback, but all I heard was a deep breath of confinement maybe?
The call ended. And the night got deeper than ever. The stars shone brightly just above my head, and being in a frenzy right now, I just didn't have the luxuries to appreciate the stars on this weary night.
I walked around, and spotted telescopes on the east part of the park, near to a lake. Sighing, like it was my hobby, was part of the very tiring walk of finding Lennox.
Just as I reached the lake, I saw blond locks and heard sobbing. I came in running.
