Kiss the Ring and Let 'em Bow Down | Belle & Matthew
Sunday night to most was the night to catch some shut eye. The weekend was over, parties were through, and a busy new week filled with droll chaotic misfortunes were soon to come. That was the way most people saw Sunday as. Not Matthew Hatter, no, no, no. For Matthew often found Sunday to be the party night. Only the true warriors could handle Sundays and, yes, Matt was one of them.
"Aye, gimme." Shouted the boy, grabbing the small plastic bag. "It's going down tonight, my dears." He said to the few girls he sold to around the corner. "You lovelies care to join?" He smirked as he collected money from the three of them. They rolled their eyes and walked away before Matthew could convince them otherwise. "Silly beauties." He said before huddling himself over in the alley, taking a snort of the white substance in the baggy. Quickly feeling a sudden rush, the boy jumped up and down once before reentering the walk. It was his usual spot, not in the shabbiest part of town either, yet he got along well with nearly all the loons he met.
"Hello there, m'dear. You inter--" Before even saying another word his eyes recognized the familiar beauty. "Belle, my dear, didn't except you around these here parts. Whatcha ya' up to, love?" He bit the bottom of his lip, smirking slightly, as he slid closer to his friend. Who knew, maybe Belle would be up for a rave?