future king

The one and final king.

[alexastor-blog]

ACROSS THE BAR

[joeymacmillan]

Joey did not give a damn. Not one bit. She was here to drink her issues away and enjoy herself while doing it. She had filed for divorce that morning, and her friends were well aware that she needed to let go. For her age, she was going to die an very early death if she didn’t learn to let go of her rage.

That’s when she saw someone walking up to her. She raised a brow and whipped around. In this state, she had no idea who it was that approached her, and she probably wouldn’t have cared if she did. Sober Joey would have pulled her shit together and tried to charm him into a delicate political conversation, but she didn’t care enough to do so.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a smile, standing up from her seat. “Or are you just passing by to get to the bar?”

[alexastor-blog]

As soon as she spoke, Alex knew he had chosen well. His night had gone from mundane to interesting in a few steps. Taking another sip of his drink, he finished with a lick of his lips. “You can definitely help me. It seems like you’re the only one in this place who looks like they are enjoying themselves. I’d like to be a part of it.” 

With a nod of his head, he acknowledged her friends or whoever was next to her. “I can start by showing how serious I am. I’ll order a bottle of you and your friends. Get this party really started.” 

[alexastor-blog]

ACROSS THE BAR

The third drink finally brought the warm buzz. It was only the beginning, but it was a start. Alex was close to accusing the bartender of watering down his overpriced vodka, but his nerves were blunted by the warmth spreading through his body. It was a boring night, the DJ was hardly worth the cover. Not that he had to pay it. The richest, especially a prince, didn’t have to pay petty things like bar covers. 

Finishing his third, he slipped the glass back towards the bartender who already had the fourth at the ready. Sipping it slow, the buzz increasing, he looked across the bar. In a place full of stuffy people who were too concerned about looking the most bored, a woman was a few drinks ahead of him and she clearly didn’t share his opinion of the DJ. It captivated him. 

Alex wasn’t sure the last time he had seen someone show a genuine emotion around him, let alone the same room. But this woman didn’t care what anyone thought. Especially not in a place that rarely turned it’s bass up too loud because the vibrations bothered some of the usual patrons. With another sip of his drink, he pushed off the bar and began to cross the room. He wanted to be closer.

[taebaelee]