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The cool night air chilled the top of my head slightly as I stood standing outside on the balcony, away from all the company.  Upon arriving at the convention, I said my mandatory hellos and had polite small chats with some on the subject of my company, and then him, my father.  People wondered whether he would be okay or not, and then some even had the nerves to question how I was getting along!  As if my problems are any of their concerns.  Nevertheless, I answered properly, seemed nice, and then went about my business, looking at the displays, and then finally, just getting away. 

I had to do it, seeing everyone so…cheery and happy, I couldn't stand it.  I don't know much of what I can stand anymore. 

My hand slid along the metal railing as I turned around, bringing my sight in view of the small party going on inside.  It was your typical scene, people flirting here and there, small talk going on in a corner near the food, and then just your guests with nothing better to do, much like myself, who just stood around, wine glass in their hands, sipping slowly and casting looks around. 

And to think that I had actually thought that coming to this would give me some sort of relation.

I scowled.

I needed some release.  That's all, if I had that, then maybe things would be better, or maybe not.  Being by myself wasn't a good thing, I was left to my thoughts, my mind would begin to wonder, and old ideas would spring up…

I felt a small collection of wind pass quickly through my lips in a depressing sigh as I placed my hand on the railing once again, my wine glass in my left hand as I looked out over Metropolis City.  It was beautiful at night: streetlights turning all one color in unison in some unspoken command; patches of small shrubs and bushes snipped perfectly lay grounded along the clean spotless sidewalks lining the wide streets, even the trees were trimmed to imitate some animal, it was almost unrealistic, like picture stolen from the fairy tail Cinderella. 

It was amazing at how clueless I kept finding myself these days; it was as if I just didn't even understand myself anymore.  Every day, I'd wake up, run some tests and maybe buy a stock or two, then retire to my room to sleep.  It was the same thing, I was tired of it, yet didn't know how to bring some difference into my life.  If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was scared, of what?  Becoming my father, I'll dare say.  I'm not one to bother myself with the knowledge of knowing what his daily routine is, but I imagine it would be something like what I've got going on right now.  Having anything in common with the man other than being his son would be something that would just distress me forever, yet it seemed as if I was destined for it.

I licked my lips slowly, my eyes still taking in the beauty of Metropolis City at night before I turned around, looking back into the heart of the convention.  I noticed briefly that more people had come in, some of which, I knew were going to want to spark of small conversation with me, so I went ahead and downed the last of the wine in my glass, then proceeded to make my way into the building.

The first man that I had come upon was an old business partner who had separated ways with me after he bought a huge stock that sent him lots of money, having not heard from the man, I assumed him to be doing well.

"Lex Luther," he said with a sinister grin as I strode up to him.  I stopped, flashing him a thin grin back.

"Rricx Martin, how are you doing?" My question asked was one that didn't really mean what it was; I was simply using it as a conversation opener.

"Very fine.  I'm married now," He said it so quickly; I was almost shocked, he was the last person I expected to see married before I, yet and still, my face remained calm and I followed his pointing to the women that was obviously his wife.  She was a fair woman, I'll admit.  Her skin was a light brown and her hair was thin and straight, ending down just above her waist in wonderful beautiful soft black strands.  The dress she wore was a strap-less back out dress that clung to her slim figure, rather tightly, might I add.  And then, as if she could sense us staring at her, she turned around, flashing Rricx a warm gentle smile before she sat her empty wine glass down on a passing waiters tray and made her way over to us.

"Hi," she said, addressing me after she had hugged and kissed her new husband.

I smiled, "Hello, my name is--,"

"Lex Luther, I know, and my name is Renae Martin," she held her hand out to me, waiting for an old-fashioned handshake.  I reached for her head, giving it to her.  Seeing how my job here was done, I turned around, grabbing another wine glass off a passing tray before I walked away, looking for more people to meet.  I soon found myself wondering what the point of even being here was when all I did was float around, small talk with certain people, and then just make my way back out into the balcony, it was all so…repetitious, something I hate more than my father.

I tipped my wine glass back and let some of the liquid slid down my dry throat as I made my way back to the balcony doors, if anyone wished to speak to me, they can find me out here.

Getting back out to my old spot, I turned around, once again, facing the inside of the convention.  Two more minutes of this, and I'd just leave, then that's when I saw her: a woman, taller than most and as beautiful as ever.  She had straight brown hair and red full luscious lips, a nice body complete with fairly sized breasts and wonderful small hips that slimmed down into two stunning legs. 

I repositioned myself against the railing, watching her as she flipped her hair, turning her head and meeting my eyes.  We connected for a minute, it was almost as if she knew what I was thinking, and knew that I had been watching her.  Her gorgeous red lips curved up into a smile and then she turned her back to me, her wild hair swinging around her back.

I paused, wondering what had just happened, if felt as though we had just connected some how, and then realized that I was slightly out of breath, and all from just catching her eye and a small glimpse of her. 

My eyes flickered back to her, and I noticed her attire, a black silk dress that clung to her frame as the other dress on Renae once had, it was even strap-less, just like hers. 

I was growing excited, and all from just looking at her.  I scoffed; comparing myself to a small sixteen yr. old how had just thought he had seen a real women, for the first time. 

I laughed, then took and small sip from my glass, then I felt it.  I presence, her presence, perfume that smelled like wild flowers and roses.  I turned around suddenly, and sure enough, I was right.

There she stood with that same lustful smile on her face that I had seen earlier, I was thoughtless, as well as breathless for a while, luckily, she spoke first.

"Hello Lex," I smiled.  She knew my name; somehow, that wasn't a surprise.

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Now, what a weird place to leave off, huh?  Well…I apologize to you who have been…I donno…waiting for this chapter…I'm sorry…I just kind of never bothered to write it, and then upload it…well….her it is now, so please, review?