Author's Notes: After seeing A Clockwork Orange, it's a film I've absolutely fallen in love with. I'm half way through the book at the moment and I really thought I could attempt a piece in honour of the wonderful Alex DeLarge. Please do enjoy my quick intro!
It wasn't always so very easy, being the leader of a notorious gang. Alex just made it look that way. I didn't always feel so cocky and high about what I was doing and how I went about it. Alex just made me see it that way. Often, my guttiwuts were far from warm and fuzzy, though more sick and vile. But Alex, o our favourite Alex, he swung me the opposite way. O how, my sisters, did I carry on? Well, well, dear readers, I'll let you viddy it my way.
It was at the Korova Milkbar, when myself and my droogies were sipping our nightcaps of our milk vellocet, we came across four lovely young malchicks sat at the head of the club. I say four, my lovelies, but you see, only three of them were truely lovely on the old glazzes. The other one looked a little, well, Dim. Dim indeed.
They had a set dress code, a likeness to us.
They had clear leader, a likeness to us.
They had their definining features, a likeness to us.
But they also had something we did not have at that time, sisters, which was admirable notoriety.
We had all known them, of who they were and certainly what they were capable of. And on many occasion I had said from my own rot that I would kill to viddy that menacing grin Alex would sport so well. O my sisters, how we wondered how he grinned so nice, like.
I had been eyeing the group of malchicks for a while, without batting an eyelid to my fellow devotckas in any kind of open communication. My attention, was solely on him. The Idol I'd known in my own mind for so long. I watched him as he sipped from his glass slowly, as he set himself on insulting the Dim one, as he gazed around the bar at everyone individually.
We all had a weakness, my sisters, and mine was to be meeting my match.
Now, though, o readers, Alex had his glazzes on me. He held up his glass, and I held up mine. Though with his, he held a smile - not a grin, but a smile. And I, feeling the set effects of the old vellocet, held a grin and a brief wink. I know, I know that he took my gesture on board, and he remained smiling to himself as his droogies stared at him all funny like.
We were getting on a bit, and had to head back to home for some good earned spatchka.