Canes and Gunshots

Invitation

The Colonels POV

I slowly woke up to the loud ringing of my alarm, looking over to see the time. 6:30 am. A groan left past my lips as I turned it off groggily and got up. My body felt so tired and weak, I just wanted to sleep in forever. But I had to get up and go throughout my normal day.

I slowly dragged myself out of bed and to my closet, sliding on my normal tan uniform and hat. Though I haven't had an expedition in a while since that... day. I felt like I needed to wear this outfit to show my status to everyone.

After getting dressed, my next priority was my glasses which were placed at the nightstand next to my alarm. I put them on and wait for my eyes to adjust to the world around me, the objects closer to me than before and my vision much better.

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and made myself the usual breakfast that I ate every day. Two slices of toast, coffee, and a sliced apple. Sometimes if I was in the mood I would cook some pancakes or eggs but it was rare for me to eat a big meal in the morning since I usually had a small appetite.

As I finished making my food, I looked over my eating area to be sure everything was to my liking. Something was missing... the paper. I nearly forgot the newspaper this morning. I felt so silly, must be from the lack of sleep I had.

I went out to my door to see my papers in front of the door from being brought in through the mail slot. I picked them up and placed the newspaper under my arm while looking over the other mail for anything important.

Bill, bill, coupon, letter, bill... then I stop. 

I grabbed the letter again and read it. It was from Mark. He hasn't written to me in years since he got rich and popular. I opened it up and read the paper. It was an invitation to a game of poker tonight. Tonight? Why so soon?

I frowned and went to the table to eat, examing the invitation more than the newspaper.

Why didn't he send these out sooner? Why at midnight? And why wasn't there an end time?

After breakfast I went for my walk in the garden as normal, leaving the invitation on the table for me to ponder about later.

When I returned from my peaceful walk, I went to the letter again and read it over again. A deep sigh escaped past my lips as I contemplated my choice.

I read the bottom of the invitation and it said a limo will come get me at 10:30 pm. I looked at the clock to see the time. It was only 9 am.

It has been a long time since I saw any of my old friends, especially since I mostly kept to myself these days.

I smiled as the memories of Mark, Damien, and I having fun in his mansion, drinking, playing cards, doing every shenanigan in the book.

I missed it.

I looked down at the paper and made my decision.

I grabbed the phone and dialed the number on the bottom, soft ringing echoing from the phone to my ear.

Ring.

Ring.

Ri-Click.

"Hello?" I heard a chipper male voice from the other line. It wasn't Mark, but probably his butler or something.

"Hi, I'm the colonel, calling about Markipliers inviation for tonight." I replied.

"Oh yes. Will you be coming sir?" The man replied, his optimistic tone never failing to make me smile.

I looked down at the invitation one last time, reading the curved letters that formed the words it read, feeling the dry paper against my soft fingertips, listening to the silence from my house. My decision final.

"Yes. I'll be coming tonight."

To be coninued...