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Can I bum a cigarette, anyone?
No, I feel bad. I didnât want to insult you or something. Here, come out with me once for coffee and then I can explain things a little better.Â
Oh no it's fine, you're not insulting me at all.
But yeah, coffee sounds good to me.
Live, Drink, and Drink Some More || Leon & Clara
He laughed at her answer, glad that she had a sense of humor. âI guess not.â Her masks didnât give away too much but there were those small features that gave her away. Maybe he just observed too much. There was not much else to do but people watch or look at things on a daily basis. A party like this was a great chance to people watch but he rather not. Free alcohol was hard to come by so he would use the word âfreeâ a little too much.Â
âThatâs pretty cool.â He admitted, it would be fun to piss his old teachers off. Especially those annoying ones. He only had a sister and she was way younger then him. She might be eighteen now but he wasnât sure. How fucked up was that? He couldnât even remember his own sisterâs birthday. Some of his memories were hazy or blurry and he would eventually forget them. One of his fears was forgetting his life completely. Leon would end up like a zombie, not knowing who he was or where he came from. The thought made his stomach twist.
âOh, thatâs good then.â Now that he told Lucy what he really was he wasnât ready for the whole world to know. She was the first living person he actually told. It was his fault and he didnât want to make that mistake again. âYou have never had one before?â He raised his eyebrows in a curious manner. From the people he saw today it seemed no one was afraid to drink. They must have gone through more than a cellar of wine and alcohol by now. Some of the guests looked to be twelve and they were drinking. âYeah, It took me awhile to get use to it. It is not the best thing in the world. I usually am stuck with the cheap kind.â Living in an alley made fine dinning and drinks a thing of the past. He was lucky if he even got half a bottle.
"Yeah, it was fun until high school when we started getting detention for it. My american government teacher didn't find it as funny as I did when Lucy took my tests for me." Clara smiled at the memory, it had taken months before her old hag of a teacher to figure it out. But hey, it had been worth it, she passed the class.
"Well, in my personal opinion, wheat should stay in bread, and not in my drink." She wrinkled her nose at the memory of high school keg parties, she'd rarely gone, but she'd had a streak where she wanted to completely escape her shitty home life, and turned to anyone who she wasn't related to. Pretending to like beer, reality television, and varsity football players. That was the only time she didn't spend every waking moment with Lucy before they moved out.
"But anyways, enough about beer. Why are you out here by yourself in Make Out City, looking like you're about to strangulate someone?"Â
Can I bum a cigarette, anyone?
No, no, no. Thatâs not what I mean. I donât really know how to describe this feeling.Â
Yeah yeah, I know, I just never quite know what to say in situations like this.
I'm terrible at being comforting, but I think I understand what you mean.
As soon as Clara started talking about Aiden, Lucy felt a smile grow across her face. Clara hardly ever talked about boys, and especially ones she had talked about before. In an earlier conversation, Lucy had asked her sister to get out there more and take more chances, particularly when it came to guys. She wanted her to get out of that atrocious shop and into the world more. In Lucy's opinion, if anyone deserved to be happy and in a relationship, it was Clara. Then, she tried to change the topic. Trying not to seem stern Lucy stopped her in her tracks. "No, we don't need a cat, and better yet, we couldn't take care of a cat. But, go back to talking about Aiden, I want to here more," she ended her thought with a smile.Â
Then, her sister continued on about getting off topic. "I've heard some kinda scary stuff about Bentley."Â Oh no, the only two words going through Lucy's head. She knew exactly what was coming. The two had briefly talked about it before, but never in full. Because of all the deaths in Bentley, there was stacks of rumors about spirits that still lingered there. Ghosts. There was certainly no lack of believers in the town, and most were not afraid to share their thoughts on the matter. Lucy had usually dismissed anyone who started to tell her stories or explain how they believed. In fact, the other day a boy came up to her and talked about his friend who was a ghost, she just thought that he believed the tricks his mind played on him. But then, well, things changed, and Lucy met Leon. Leon had told her something that was backed up with proof, that he was dead.
Realizing she hadn't responded yet, she tried to think of what she was going to say. She couldn't exactly talk about what Leon had told her, it had been in confidence. But, she couldn't exactly just say she believed with no reason. So, she decided that she would just ask her sister first. "Yeah, I've heard that too, multiple times, a lot of people talk about them being real. What do you think? Do you believe them? Those who say they see them?"she took a sip of her drink, she knew that it must have seemed like those were a lot of questions. How were you supposed to approach that question anyways? She didn't want to just be considered one of the crazies, but she couldn't just lie to her sister.
Clara saw the twinkle in her sisters eyes when she'd mentioned being friends with Aiden, and she groaned internally. She knew what she was thinking, that Clara had met someone and now she was going to leave the shop and skip into the sunset and live happily ever after. Clara agreed that she needed to get a life outside of work, but she barely knew Aiden, and he was just a friend regardless. "Oh c'mon Lucy, you know if we just went down to the shelter you'd want to get them all," she knew pleading with her sister wouldn't help anything, and she'd pretty much completely vitoed the entire idea, but maybe if she talked to Tyler they could convince her together.Â
"More about Aiden? I don't know, he'd one of the few intelligent people I've met here, he doesn't pry and he can tell when I don't want to elaborate on things like Mom and Dad. He's just a good person to be around and I enjoy his company, but we're not like that, " Clara tried to placate her sister, but she always found it difficult to do that with her.Â
"Well, I'm not sure, it seems plausible with all the death and crazy stuff that's happened here. Maybe it's all legends, but I think soon I'm going to go to the library and look at past newspapers, and things like that. I might try talking to some people, but I'm not really sure I could trust word of mouth in a town like this, so set in it's ways. I haven't talked to the people that can see them, but I plan on it, and then I'll put what they say and compare it to the facts."
Alive // Aiden & Clara
The unknown girlâs laugh provoked one of Aidenâs own to come forth, chuckling helplessly at his own speech but not feeling even the slightest bit embarrassed. Anything to bring some form of joy to another, even if it was done at his own expense. âIâm intrigued,â he cooly responded, enjoying the playfulness of the girlâs comments and what he could see of her expressions. It was a side to people he rarely interacted with.
âOh,â he remarked with a surprised, upward inflection to the simple sound. Heâd doubted her, half expecting her to shake her head at him and turn away to go off and enjoy her drink at her own pace without the pestering of some unknown man. Instead, she consumed the clear gin almost effortlessly. All Aiden could do was respond with a surprised grin. âWell, I retract everything I said then,â he laughed, taking generous sips of his own drink to keep up, or however well his lifeless organs would allow him, âI do what I can, coming to the aid of those in need of a good conversational partnerâ. With a brief glance over his shoulder and around the large space at the various characters that stumbled about before returning his eyes to the girlâs, he added, âLord knows the room seems to be lacking in thoseâ.
Aiden couldnât help repressing a crooked smile as the girl snatched yet another martini from a passing server. âI didnât mean to challenge you,â he teased, before she managed to catch him off guard with a question just when he thought he could anticipate the unexpected. Still, he kept his composure and responded almost instantaneously. âYou hardly gave me a chance to ask myselfâŚâ he commented before growing quiet, drawing out responding to her offer simply to put her on edge. Eventually, the smirk crept across his face once more as he extended his upturned right hand towards her. âThat would be fantasticâ.
Bow-Tie saw Clara's amusement, and joined her in the laughing fit. She was glad he didn't give her the cold shoulder for laughing at him, I mean with an accent like that? Who would keep a straight face? Iâm intrigued he said, and Clara smiled, good, she thought, you're keeping his interest. She was surprised at how calm she was now.
He seemed surprised at Clara when she downed her drink. Like he'd expected her to be cruel, or just leave. She laughed at his remarks, "tell me about it, I thought Bentley would be filled with more... substantial people. Apparently I was quite wrong. I must just be hanging around the right crowd." Clara looked down into her new martini and gave herself a mental pat on the back, no shaking, or stuttering, or running off crying.Â
"Hm, don't tempt me, I'm a sucker for a challenge." She smirked. Bow-Tie seemed slightly taken aback by her question, and she instantly regretted it, but he seemed to recover and answered her before he thought she'd notice his stunned moment. You hardly gave me a chance to ask myselfâŚHe gave a long pause. Clara raised her eyebrows, trying not to show her slight panic as she saw him looking for  way to get out of her offer. That would be fantastic he smiled and Clara let out a sigh of relief as he gave her his right hand. She set her half finished martini on a table, taking one last sip of liquid courage, and they walked to the dance floor.
The two were obviously much less intoxicated than the other pairs dancing, or what they thought was dancing. As they walked, Clara watched the stumbling, swaying, falling couples move about and she chuckled to herself. "Quite a crowd we have," she said somewhat under her breath. Clara put her hands on Bow-Tie's shoulders and they began to move, as best they could through the throng of people. "So, how long have you lived in Bentley?" She asked, not really sure what else to say, and she was pretty curious as to who Bow-Tie actually was, maybe if she knew how long he'd lived here, she might have a clue.
Can I bum a cigarette, anyone?
You see all those skinny minis walking around with their pencil shirts and hooker heals. And then you see this; fizzy hair, old sweat. Blah. Sorry I donât want to dump all of this on you.Â
I know what you mean, but I don't think that should matter.
I mean, shouldn't the quality of a person mean more than their outward appearance? And if you're concerned with people who only care about pencil skirts and hooker heels, in my opinion, fuck them/
Lucy clashed her drink into Clara's and then chugged the whole thing. It burned at little more than she had expected, especially since she was used to drinking beer or drinks with a much lower proof. She then turned back to the bartender, this time ordering a vodka tonic, not planning to down it, but instead sip on it. Then, she turned around to face the crowd of people and started to observe them. It turns out that most of the crowd also had drinks in their hands. Lucy wasn't sure if that was because they were all the partying type, or if they just needed to make it through the the night just like Lucy did.Â
She turned back to her sister. "So, why don't you update me on your life? Anything new or interesting?" she said with a smile and then another sip of her drink. The night before  Lucy had asked about her sister's love life, well a little. Although the girl was never much into gossiping, it was completely different when she was around her sister. She always was open to hear anything, especially if it was important. Plus, she thought it would be good for her sister to meet a guy. Maybe it would take her mind off of some of the things she seemed to worry about almost way to often.Â
She realized that she was staring at the crowd again, and then decided that it may be a fun activity for the both of them to do. "You see that girl over there in the red dress?" she asked, pointing slightly and looking at her sister, "Well, when no one is looking she slips a little bit of food into her purse. At this point I'm surprised that it's all still fitting in there." Lucy laughed a little bit and then took another sip of her drink, continuing to watch the people that would walk by and surround her. Also trying to eavesdrop in the conversations, something that she had become very good at when she was young.
The sisters chugged their drinks to their night of being the fun, carefree sisters they were before they graduated high school, and real life hit them. Lucy turned back to the bartender and asked for a vodka and tonic. Clara liked the way the scotch burned through her anxiety, so she ordered another. She figured she would probably need a drink in her hand most of the night anyways, if not to keep her calm, then to make her look like she was doing something, like she had a purpose.
So, why don't you update me on your life? Anything new or interesting? Okay. This was Clara's chance. She'd been wanting to talk to her sister about this for a while. What Claudia had said, about the ghosts. She knew there was a very good chance that Lucy would think she was crazy, and ship her off to some nut house or something, but she trusted Lucy with all of her secrets, and this secret wasn't even hers. Lucy made some comment about a woman stuffing food in her purse and Clara laughed, but didn't respond.
"Well, Aiden seems like a really nice guy, and I enjoy talking to him. I feel like I've actually made a friend-hey, do you think we should get a cat?" Clara began rambling, thinking about what her and Aiden had discussed about a cat to keep her company. "Okay I'm getting off track, I've been meaning to talk to you about this...I've heard some kinda scary stuff about Bentley. This girl, Claudia, told me that there are ghosts here, and that her siblings can see them."
Can I bum a cigarette, anyone?
Do you ever get the feeling of being super unwantedâŚ
Like you just want to shove your face in a slab of concrete.Â
Yeah, a lot actually. Like all the time.Â
What's making you feel unwanted?
Alive // Aiden & Clara
Aiden could nearly feel the girlâs stare tearing into his eyes, near frantically searching to place a name and face to whom they belonged. Ultimately, he forfeited and broke away from the intense eye contact they momentarily held.
âDebonairâŚâ Aiden repeated the word, giving it his best attempt at a French-accented twist in order to express the elegance, but even his best attempt was rather poor. Instead, he finished with a short, throaty chuckle. âRather exotic choice of words,â he complimented with an easy nod before gesturing towards her hardly touched glass, urging her to raise it to her lips, âDrink up. You seem rather nervousâ. He had taken note of the rigidity in her posture, feeling out of place no doubt but - of course - how could he blame the unknown girl? He was as well, there was simply an art to hiding it.
âOr maybe itâs just the strangeness of Bentley getting to you?â Aiden asked, tilting his head a small degree to the side in curiosity. Newcomers to the town always seemed prone to becoming anxious and cautious in the strangeness of the peculiar town. If there was one thing he would do in the span of this conversation - no matter how short or long, or if real or fake names were exchanged - it was going to be to turn this supposedly stranger girl into acquaintance.
DebonairâŚThe man said in a...for lack of better words...horrible French accent. Clara couldn't help but laugh at his efforts to express the upper-crusty feeling in the word. Rather exotic choice of words, he complimented. "Perhaps I just have an exotic frame of mind," Clara raised her eyebrows, smirking.Â
Bow-Tie gestured to her glass, yes, that was a good name for him. Drink up. You seem rather nervous, he commented. Clara raised the glass to her lips and downed the martini, forgetting her inhibitions. Or maybe itâs just the strangeness of Bentley getting to you? Oh, if only you knew the half of it, Bow-Tie. She'd only been told about the supposed ghosts yesterday. Clara was terrified of this new Bentley she seemed to have discovered, but Masquerade Clara was going to embrace it. "Ha. This town'll have to throw a lot more at me to put me on edge. No, I suppose it must've been the lack of good conversation making me quiver, thank you for fixing that." Clara was impressed with herself for thinking on her feet so well.
She quite enjoyed the company of Bow-Tie, and she planned on keeping him around tonight. Not to mention that despite the mask, he did appear to be quite handsome, oh stop it Clara! Clara grabbed another martini off a waiters tray. "Would you like to dance?"Â
Can I bum a cigarette, anyone?
I would actually really like that. Thank you. I donât wanna scare you off, but I could really use a friendly face right now.Â
Well lucky for you, being a friendly face is my specialty.
Would you like to talk about it? Whatever it is?
Can I bum a cigarette, anyone?
Thanks, love.Â
Marci, and yourself?Â
Anytime.
I'm Clara, and I think it should be criminal to smoke by yourself at this time of night. Mind if I stick around?
Can I bum a cigarette, anyone?
I need a smoke.Â
Course, here.
Who're you?
Live, Drink, and Drink Some More || Leon & Clara
Leon put his hands up in a way to show he meant no harm to her. He never use to be this hard maybe thatâs what death did to him. He was always the nice guy especially for Jessica. Through high school he was just the friend nothing more nothing less but when he finally got up the courage to ask her out everything seemed perfect. Of course life did not work like that so It didnât last long. âOh, well that makes seance. I can see the resemblance.â He smiled thinking of what it would be like to have a twin. He would imagine that they would switch places all the time and fool with people. âDid you two switch places when you were younger?â He always though those parents who dressed there kids up the same were tacky.
âShe has, I hope they were good things.â Leon never was comfortable with the thought that people talked about him even if it was innocent. He wasnât sure why it was just weird to think about. He smiled at her statement as he set down his empty glass. âThat is a very good assumption. I would like to leave but I canât for reasons not under my control.â He tried to be as vague as possible without seeming weird. Leon watched her take the glass and leaned on a wall nearby. âSo you like wine I see.â He smirked watching the server walk away. âIâm not a fan of it really. I prefer things like beer.â Leon could remember the first time his father let him have beer. It was at a football game when he was fourteen. It tasted horrible at the time but just like coffee you have to get use to it.
Leon put his hands up in surrender. Clara was regretting her decision to talk to him more and more each second. What had happened to not being Clara? Oh well, he still didn't know anything about her, and she would probably never see him again. Clara decided to stay in the new Clara mentality. Oh, well that makes sense. I can see the resemblance. "Well then I obviously didn't do a very good job at picking out my mask, did I?"Â
Crap. She was recognizable. She looked down and tried to reassure herself, he knew Lucy, who Clara looked almost exactly like, he would notice things other wouldn't. Did you two switch places when you were younger? She looked up, laughing. "Yes, actually, we were obsessed with it when we were like 8, pissed our teachers off beyond belief." Those were some of her favorite childhood memories, switching seats with her sister and just being carefree.Â
She has, I hope they were good things, Leon looked worried. "Oh, we didn't talk about you extensively or anything, she just mentioned she knew a Leon." Clara tried to be soothing, but still keep her cool exterior. So you like wine I see. Iâm not a fan of it really. I prefer things like beer. Clara couldn't even remember the last time she'd had wine. She stared at the glass. "Well I guess we'll find out if I like it or not," she took a sip, eh, she could tolerate it. "I've never seen the appeal in beer really, not my taste I suppose."
"The world is our oyster sis, but let's start with a drink."Â Lucy wasn't a big drinker but every once and a while, she'd have one. The last time she had gotten drunk however, was a while ago. She was probably in twelfth grade and at a stupid get together with stupid kids. Parties weren't really her thing, but gathering with people she hardly knew and spending a day drunk, well, it happened too often. She hadn't done anything like that for a while now though. Maybe tonight she would have just a little too much, besides, Tyler was driving right?
"That sounds great Clara. Want to lead the way to the bar?" she asked while looking at the crowd and figuring it would be an awful lot of work to try and get through herself, this was her relaxing night anyways. She followed her sister until they arrived at the bar which had very gracious amounts of alcohol stacked in the back. Roaming over the different options, Lucy decided that she was going to go for something more expensive for her first drink; or, at least, expensive for her. Judging by the house they were standing in, she was pretty sure that even the low shelf was worth more than you're typical bar. They had a open bar after all.Â
"I'll take a scotch on the rocks please," she said, sounding a bit fancy for saying it in the first place. She turned to her sister, and waited for her to place her order as well. Hopefully she would get something good as well, otherwise Lucy would just feel stupid. Once the drink had been placed in her sister's hand, she turned towards her and held her cup up. "So, what are we toasting to tonight?" she asked with a wide grin on her face. She was ready to let go and have fun, if only for a night.
That sounds great Clara. Want to lead the way to the bar? Lucy asked, which in Lucy-speak meant: That crowd looks like a cluster fuck, and I don't want to deal with it. The twins really knew each other too well. She was right though, it was a cluster fuck if she'd ever seen one. Mobs of people dancing, flirting, drinking, some already wasted, stumbling and vomiting.Â
Clara took Lucy's hand and, newly shielded in her I am not quiet, shy, polite Clara attitude, pushed through the crowd with vigilance. They arrived at the bar quite quickly, and Lucy ordered her drink, Scotch on the rocks. "I'll have the same," she smiled at the bartender, sounding particularly upper-crust.Â
The girls received their drinks and Lucy raised hers into the air, So, what are we toasting to tonight? She asked, and Clara matched the wide grin on her face. She thought for a moment, "To being someone else, if only just for a night." Clara knew that tomorrow, everything would go back to normal. She would go back to being quiet, timid, shy shop owner Clara, nothing special. And Lucy would go back to being...Well, Lucy. The girls downed their drinks and Clara vowed to make tonight the best night she could.
Live, Drink, and Drink Some More || Leon & Clara
His eyebrows raised at her question and he felt his serious expression begin to crack. He started laughing. He must look like a psychopath. He could tell just by the way she stood that she was nervous and laughing only made it worse. âOh, Iâm sorry I wasnât laughing at you.â Maybe the alcohol was finally getting to him. Leon turned his head and looked at the girl taking in her appearance. âYou look a lot like someone I know.â She looked like Lucy, but not at the same time. She obviously was wearing something different and her hair seemed darker.
Didnât Lucy say she had a twin? Yet, he could be wrong. People look alike all the time and now that most of our faces were covered it wasnât easy to know who is who. He finished off the rest of his drink before introducing himself. âIâm Leon.â He didnât extended his hand which was the polite thing to do but he rather not touch living people as much as possible. She could be a ghost fanatic and he wouldnât even know it. Not like she could tell he was one or not but just to be safe. She did seem freaked out when he saw her maybe all the couples making out caught her off guard. Leon was use to it since he was stuck in that alley. People would leave the club and start making out in the nasty alley way. Some even had sex. It was one of the worst experiences especially when Ash was there. They both agreed to never talk about it. It could have been the only thing they have ever agreed to before.
Leon smiled at the girl trying his best to be friendly for once but he was not the funnest drunk. It depended on how drunk he was really and right now he wasnât as much as he wanted to be. âSo Iâm guessing you live here since the whole town was invited.â A server offered him wine but he declined. He never liked the taste of it. Maybe it was just too classy for him.Â
Clara felt her face redden when the angry guy started to laugh. She had been about to turn around and leave the entire party when he'd said he hadn't been laughing at her. "Well I don't see anything else to be laughing at," Clara glared. Her expression softened when he said she looked like someone he knew. Probably one of Lucy's friends, that comforted her. Lucy was usually a good judge of character.
"Oooh, Leon, my sister told me about you, I'm Clara, Lucy's twin." She noted that her hand was still extended, and he had seen it, but made no move to raise his as well. She dropped her hand quickly. He seemed nice enough, aside from the outbreak of laughter, which despite his denial, she was very sure was because of her.Â
"Yeah, I live here, I share an apartment with Lucy and our brother, Tyler. I'm assuming you do as well?" She watched Leon refuse a glass of wine, when the server offered it to her she took it graciously. She'd discarded her earlier champagne glass into a bush before walking over to Leon, she didn't particularly give a shit for politeness at this point, 4 glasses in.
So Tonight, We Dance||Lucy&Clara
Lucy had never really gone to high school dances, or really any actual formal dances at all. But, she always saw in the movies how the sisters would sometimes get ready together. She had to admit it was pretty nice to be able to do that with Clara especially since she found them rather close. Claraâs dress looked so good on her, and her hair and makeup were great too. She was so glad that she was able to get her sister to come to the ball. Lucy wanted her to get out more, get her out of that stupid shop, and get her away from their stupid parents. It wasnât fair that they guilted her into doing something like that, even though thatâs not how Clara claimed it was.
It was a short ride to the ball, with their brother Tyler behind the wheel. It was certainly great to have their whole family out together. Or, at least, what Lucy considered to be their whole family. If their parents even dared to show up there, she would make sure they would never do it again. All they did was took, and someday that would turn around and nip them in the ass. She shook the thoughts from her head though, because tonight was about having fun, and trying to be more social. After getting out of the car, and giving Leon his mask, she went inside to meet up with her siblings again. Luckily they hadnât submerged themselves into the crowd completely yet, so she was able to find them rather easily.
She shouted out her sisters named then jogged up next to her. The place was packed with people and it was giant. Lucy was pretty sure that half of them wouldnât fit into their tiny place. Tyler went off to go get a drink, and Lucy tried to think of things to do. She turned towards her sister, âSo, what do you want to do on this lovely evening?â she asked emphasizing the lovely to imply already that it was going to be a great night. After all, isnât everything based off of the mindset you have. Thatâs what everyone seemed to say. So, the more she told herself it was going to rock, it would actually rock; right?
Clara and Lucy had always been close, and for that, Clara was beyond grateful. With their shitty childhood, it was really great to live with your best friend. She was reminded of how lucky she was when her and Lucy ate dinner, got ready, drove, and now were standing at the biggest party either of them had ever been to, together.Â
Her sister was gorgeous, and that was definitely emphasized tonight. They looked like the Dynamic Duo, both in long black dresses and red lipstick. The matching hadn't even been on purpose. They did that all the time, twin telepathy and whatnot. They walked up the stairs, arm in arm, and after Tyler went off to go get a drink, Lucy turned to her. So, what do you want to do on this lovely evening? She asked, huge grin on her face.Â
Clara put her index finger to her chin in thought. Well, they could get wasted, chat some people up, dance, people watch, basically anything. "The world is our oyster, sis, but let's start with a drink." Clara didn't typically drink, actually she'd only been really drunk one time, back in high school. It was the one night she hadn't been with Lucy, and she'd had to call her to bring her home she was so off her shit. She couldn't have been more than 16 then, hopefully she could hold her alcohol better now, because she wasn't going to be typical Clara tonight.Â
Live, Drink, and Drink Some More || Leon & Clara
âHere we go.â Leon groaned as he walked through the crowd. His new mask, thanks to Lucy was currently on his face hiding who he was from the guests. Not that they would even know who he was anyways. He hasnât been really social with the living till now and this would be the best he would ever get to it. He contemplated about coming, afraid that he would walk through someone or something but eventually he decided to come. He found a suit in a dry cleaners that he âborrowedâ and came after that. He could smell a mix of bad cologne and hair spray every where. It was like Senior Prom but with alcohol that every one knew about. He looked over the crowd checking to make sure Ash was not in the room. Once he checked the whole area he began walking to the bar. The only way to make this bearable was a drink.
Once he got to the bar he ordered whatever was strong enough to get drunk fast. Of coarse there was nothing that strong at the moment but a shot would do. He watched as a guy tried to impress a girl by have a drinking battle with another. Leon scoffed at the stupidity of it all. The girl in question was flirting with the server who seemed to not mind. The girls at this party seemed more annoying then usual. The makeup that they pounded on their faces was too much for his liking. The great thing about being a guy was not giving a shit but parties like this were one of those rare times where he had to look presentable. Some of these guys had no idea how though. The gel in their hair was enough to fill a pool. He never used it as a teen. It seemed like a hassle. Before he left he grabbed another drink and headed for somewhere out side.
Little sparks of light covered the bushes giving the backyard a party feel. They went all out for this party. Leon lifted that glass to his lips takeing in the smell of the alcohol. He watched as people began fooling around. This party seemed more like a frat party then anything. It only made him wish more that he could leave this fucking town. Moving here was the worst choice of his life and If what Aiden said was true he was screwed. Ghosts were suppose to be some stupid shit that were made up to scare little kids. They made enough money with all those ghosts movies anyways. Leon sighed in frustration as the sounds of a girlâs drunk scream filled his ears. Some people would never learn.
Clara had been standing outside, trying to look approachable, and failing miserably. She was trying to enjoy herself, but the social anxiety throbbing in her chest was limiting her. She ended up up against a wall with her arms crossed tightly across her chest. A waiter walked by and she grabbed a glass of champagne off of his tray and took a sip, hoping the sweet, bubbly liquid would calm her nerves.
Everyone in the backyard had taken up to groping and kissing in ways that made Clara sure that's not where it would stop for them tonight. She sort of wished she'd had a date, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been kissed like that. But also, she was glad she wouldn't feel the obligation to be that flamboyant in front of so many people. All in all she felt pretty neutral about dating. She was content with Lucy and Tyler, and didn't need anyone else to make her happy, but it could be nice at some point in her life.Â
The thought hit her without warning, what if some of the people here are dead? What if those people, kissing and touching and holding hands and...other things, were doing so with a dead person? What if they didn't even know? The things Claudia had told her swelled up in her brain, and Clara put her index fingers to her temples. 90% sure the people I knew were living, 10% chance dead people can make themselves seen to me. Clara took deep soothing breathes and looked out into the night, ignoring the feeling of dread deep in her stomach.
Someone walking outside caught her eye, not because he was walking outside, lots of people were doing that, but he was alone. She was the only one she'd seen by herself so far, but there was was all by himself as well. This was her chance, to do as Lucy said, make friends, be bold, have a real life for once. Clara started walking.
The closer she got to him, the more she realized how angry he looked. Too late now, he's seen you she thought to herself. She walked up to him and looked him square in the face. Before thinking about it, she stuck out her hand and said, "Hello, you look very angry. I don't think it's right for one to be angry at a party. Would you like to talk about it?" No one could tell who she was, she could say whatever she wanted, Clara reminded herself. No need to feel embarrassed.
