Post by Benjamin Banks on Aug 19, 2016 19:25:29 GMT
It wasn't cold, or at least that's what everyone else was saying to Ben. They didn't understand why he was content on wearing his leather jacket as his friends bar hopped. In truth, it helped Ben stick out, be everything but one of them. He would much rather be drunk off his ass at home, where no one could see him do stupid shit, like call his Ex. Not the previous one, no the one who told him he'd never do anything that his father didn't approve, that he was just a puppet on strings. He would surely break the superior image he tried to hold if he got to drunk in public. That's why he was there, with a bunch of people he saw everyday in class, pretending to be sober when he knew he wasn't. After all how else could he judge his drunk and loud friends if he too was drunk and loud? It when on like that for a few hours, faked laughter, batting eyelashes, subtly checking out the hot bartender but pretending not to notice.
Somewhere between turning the corner and lighting his cigarette he got lost, turned down an alley. His lighter flickered on and off but never stayed on long enough to light his cancer stick. He saw a puff of smoke coming from a boy with glasses, it was his chance to make something of the evening. Logically, all logical thought went out the window the closer he got to the other boy. There was nothing, smart about his course of Actions.
"Excuse me, could you spare a light?" He asked his voice a bit raspy from the vodka he had drunk not even ten minutes ago. He had forgotten what he had in his flask, it was probably bourbon from last week. He needed a cigarette really bad, his thoughts weren't able to focus into one kind of conversation. He was now across from the boy, squinting in the dimly lit alleyway at this boy. He had not seen him around, though Ben thought he was attractive. It was thoughts like that, that got him in trouble in the morning.
