Canes and Gunshots

Alcoholic Talk

The Colonels POV

I chuckled lightly as I helped Damien up the stairs to his guest room. While he was full on drunk, I could only manage to get tipsy.

"Colonel.. You know you're my best friend, right?" Damien slurred, nearly tipping us over.

"Yes Damien, I know." I replied, smiling at how funny he was when drunk.

It took some work but after a while, I finally got him to the top of the stairs, his room close by.

I carefully guided him to the bedroom and slowly set him on the bed, watching as he let his upper body lie down on the bed.

I just rolled my eyes and helped him get ready for bed, sliding his shoes off, his overcoat, and his button up. I would let him deal with his pants when I left the room.

"Hey Colonel... Can, can you get my cane downstairs?" He hiccuped, resting his body on the pole at the end of his bed.

I nodded and walked back downstairs, gripping the railing so I wouldn't trip. Even though I was more sober than Damien, my body felt like it was gonna give out any second.

Once I finally got to the study, I saw Mark, Abe, and Benjamin laughing and drinking near the alcohol. I just sighed softly and hoped they don't see me.

I looked around for the cane, hoping it was somewhere close by so I didn't have to interact with anyone else.

My eyes scanned the room slowly and carefully, trying hard not to miss the diamond staff.

After a minute or two of searching, my eyes finally locked onto the cane. At first my reaction was joy and relief, but it soon turned to disappointment as I saw it was right next to the cart of drinks where everyone was.

I took a deep inhale and walked quickly but quietly over to them, avioding any glances as best as possible.

"Colonel!" Mark yelled.

Fuck.

"Where have you Damien and gone?! Come and join us for some fun!" Mark was still yelling at me like I was across the house, but I was only right next to him.

I just let it go since he was more drunk than Damien and I put together. I grabbed the cane and looked back up at him with a friendly smile.

"I was just getting Damien's cane. We're both tired and pretty drunk so it's best for us to go to bed. We'll see you in the morning for breakfast." I replied, smiling softly all the while I was talking.

Mark looked like he was about to complain but then his attention went back to Benjamin and I was forgotten.

I sighed in relief and made my way back to Damiens room. But before I could exit the room, I was stopped by Abe who was holding a glass of vodka.

"Heeeey Colonel. Look, I wanted to apologize for earlier and hope there were no hard feelings between us. Friends?" Abe slurred and hiccuped, wearing a shit faced smile and his breath nearly making me puke from how bad it smelled.

"Y-yeah, friends. Excuse me, but I have to go." I said quickly, dodging under him and shutting the door as fast as possible.

From behind the door I heard more laughter and loud talking. I rested my back against the door so I could get my breath back, but then I heard Benjamin was talking was Abe through the door.

"So Abe... Did you really mean what you meant about being friends with the Colonel?" Benjamin stuttered out.

Just as he finished his sentence, a howling laugh echoed throughout the room and what felt like the entire mansion.

"Of course not! Why in the hell would I be friends with a killer like Colonel?" He chuckled, footsteps growing smaller as I assumed they were walking away from the door.

My breath froze and my heart went dead from that statement. I never wanted to be associated with that name, especially after the case cleared my name.

I slowly made my way up the stairs, my hand holding the cane loosely but with a good grip so I didn't break it.

After what felt like an hour climb, I made it to Damien's room and opened the door, walking in and shutting the door behind me.

"What took you so long?" I heard behind me, my body facing the door.

I sighed and walked to the big dresser in front of the foot of the bed, a big mirror on top of the dresser. I set the cane down gently on the wooden surface.

"I... I was trying to avoid the others downstairs." I answered quietly, rubbing the dark wood beneath my fingers.

"Why do you sound so sad?" Damien asked, his voice still a little slurred but much clearer than before.

"While I was down there, Abe tried to talk to me and asked to be my friend. After I left, I heard him talking to Benjamin through the door and say he would never be friends with a killer." I muttered out, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

"Oh god... I'm sorry..." He replied.

"It's.. it's fine." I answered, completely lying to both him and myself.

I looked up in the mirror and saw Damien right behind me, his lower body only covered by his boxers. The rest of his body completely nude and to my surprise, was making me feel breathless.

I watched as he slowly grabbed me and hugged me from behind, his arms around my waist and his face buried in my neck. My first reaction was to push him off and go to bed.

But... but I didn't want to. I wanted this comfort and warmth he was giving me. It felt new and exciting, and altogether, just plain nice.

I hugged him back tightly, sighing softly and letting the tears fall from my eyes and past my cheeks and onto Damien's arms.

"Don't cry.. please..." He begged, holding me closer.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm just... I feel so empty." I mumbled, my voice cracking a little.

My body tensed up a little when I felt his head move up from my neck to my ear, his breath fanning my skin and making me shiver.

"How bout I help you feel better~?" He cooed in a deep, husky, seductive tone.