Intoxicated || a.i

arent we just beautiful screw-ups

Even the night howled. Screaming something under the wind's breath. Making sure that all the city lights were dimmed so it can be heard.

She noticed a man hunched over. Not taking in anything around him, not caring. Looking at the unhappy lines on his face, the wrinkles, the bags under his eyes defining his miserable life. How his eyes lifted up every time his glass was filled.

"I am not gonna turn out like that." she told herself. Cause she knew she wasn't. She had a great amount of self-control for that to happen.

She did the same ol' routine as usual. Unbuttoning her blouse, slamming the twenty dollar bill on the counter. It happened subconsciously.

The bartender tossed the drink at her.
"What happened now? Did someone make poor Jonny boy cry?" She chuckled mocking him.

"Fuck off, Flores." He glared at her.

"Alrighty, don't get your panties in a knot. Now be a dear and hit me another so you can earn a tip tonight."

She sipped the acidic drink and felt as if rage was coursing through her veins. Looking at the night sky, she watches as the wind vibrates against her soft skin.

How she wishes she could be as free as the night.

Not restricted by any rules.

Living it's own life.

Without being judged.

But she's stuck here. Forced to listen to people she cannot stand roam the halls she walks on. Yeah, it is annoying and she has contemplated on taking her life at times until she met her one true love.

Alcohol.

She thinks love isn't real, that it's dead along with her heart. Maybe it's because she hasn't actually felt it before. Yeah, she has dated someone but it wasn't love. Unless love is getting your heart ripped and stomped on. Listening to sweet nothings and wanting to put a bullet through your skull.
She promised herself she would never feel love ever again. So alcohol should suffice.

"Well, it looks like whiskey seems to be my holy water." She mumbled to herself.

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He fumbled as he tried to get something out his pocket. He brought out his two little friends. The little cancer stick and the lighter - the problem starter.

He hated smoking.

He always promised himself that he'd never get caught up in it. But when life gets tough, he just needs a little break from it all.

He needs... closure

Ever since he joined the band - he just needed breaks.

Happy, he was. Cheerful, very. Stable, we'll have to get back to you on that.

Glancing up at the night sky, he wished he was as flamboyant as the wind. As free as the stars were.

With a sad smile plastered over his face, he lit the cigarette and took a long drag. He clenched his teeth as the wind vibrates against his skin.
"Fucking piece of-" He starts and looks around as he hears everyone start coughing with him being the cause of it.

Glancing up at the sky, he watches as the wind howls at him. If only he was as free as the wind.

Aren't they just beautiful screw-ups?

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So ya. Um, this was kinda like a prologue thingy. You can tell me what you think and yeah. Do all that good shiz. I may not update that much when school starts again so here's a heads-up. 

Thanks for reading. Laters...