Evangiline

Chapter Thirtyone- Lust Is A Powerful Thing

"Another one." I slurred at the bartender.

  "You sure man? You look a little tipsy." He replied.

  For some reason I found this funny and burst out laughing. He looked at me wierd but I didn't care.

The older man slid a half emty shot glass down to me. I lifted it to him with a shaky hand and smiled sideways; my muscles didn't obey me.

"Bottoms. Up." I said to myself.

  The liquid burned down my throat and warmed my insides. I fucking adore rum. And whiskey. And vodka.

  After the hospital, I went to the Funkie Monkie. Roman was nowhere in sight, thank god, or I would have beat the shit out of him.

   Across the barroom, a dirty brunette, skinny woman was dancing a little provocatively. Her hips swayed to the song and her hair bounced around her shoulders. I rubbed my eyes because I could not believe the resemblance she had to Evangiline. I stood up wobbly and shaky, knocking over the stool.

  I lumbered over to her blurry body and slipped infront of her. It was too crowded and dark, plus I was wasted, so I could not see her face.

"Hey! You wanna come home with me baby?" I tried not to slur and yelled in her ear.

  "Your the senator's son. Right? Sorry about him getting shot and all." She asked in a higher pitched voice than Evangiline's.

"Yeah you from around here?" I asked as I sipped from the bottom of my glass. I also ignored her comment about my father.

I saw an eager look on her face, but I dismissed it because I didn't care.

"Uhhhh...yeah." she said slow.

The dancers around us moved like jelly. So did my legs.

   "So what'd ya say?" I tried again.

I wanted her. I wanted Evangiline. And this was as close I could get to the real thing.

     "Sure." she agreed. To what I don't know. When I got to the door, I lost interest in it. And by it, I mean her. I lazily spun around to face her.

"Stop. I'm going back home alone." My voice was so slurry that I barely understood myself. My words apparently surprised her.

I suspected she didn't want just sex... She's the kind of people my dad warned me of once. Was my mom like her? Like this bar slut? Had he been in the same place as me?

"What? No. I want to go with you. I can make you feel better." she purred. The sound disgusted me.

   I sensed that she knew that I was a little disgruntled.

  My voice became louder. "But I said fucking no! I. Don't. Want. You!"

"Fine. Asshole!" She yelled over her shoulder as she turned away. I watched her mix into the crowd.

Then I stumbled outside.

  It was cold. So cold. I took another swig of Jack Daniels to warm me up.

  "I lost everything. I lost my dad. My love. My life. Now look at me!" I screamed to the sky. It was hopeless though. Was anyone even listening?

"Hey, I lost my house. And my shoes . And my toe." A voice said behind me.

  I spun around and saw a raggedy old man leaning against the corner. He smiled smugly and uncrossed his hairy arms. Then he started walking towards me.