Kel snuck in a crate of burgundy in the middle of the night, avoiding her
friends and enemies. Smirking in the moonlight that shone through her
windows, she plied open the crate to see a dozen bottles filled to the brim
with pain-releasing concoctions. She popped opened one of the corks,
releasing a foam of delicate pink.
"Here's to my sorrow and my pain," she cheered as she lifted the bottle in the air. She lowered the bottle to her lips and began to swallow it in large gulps.
Raoul slowly approached Kel's chamber because he suspected that she would get herself blindly drunk like the night before. Filled with worry like the rest of Kel's friends, he knocked on the door, hoping to be greeted with the sound of her soft snoring. Instead he heard a drunk "who is it?" reply from the other side of the door. Raoul groaned inwardly from disappointment and pity for his young heartbroken friend. "Kel, it's me again. Would you kindly open the door?"
He heard her struggle to her feet, and then struggling with the lock on her door. After a few minutes, she successfully opened the door to see Raoul's frowning face.
"Raoul! Welcome! Happy to see you again? Are you disappointed to see me like this again?" she asked cheerfully as she greeted him with open arms.
"Can I come in?" he asked patiently.
"Of course, of course! You are always welcome. Drink?" she asked as he sat on her bed.
"No thanks."
"What brings you here? You know, one might start thinking that you have an attachment to me because of your frequent 'unprofessional' visits."
"Oh it's nothing of that sort," Raoul reassured her.
Kel approached him. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice suddenly low and husky.
"Kel.?"
She reached his face and kissed him passionately.
Raoul jumped from his seat, dropping Kel on the ground. "KEL! What are you trying to do?" he asked sharply as he watched Kel struggle back on her feet.
"Trying to kiss you stupid. What else do you think I'm doing?"
"This isn't right and you know it! I'm way too old for you and you're too young to start kissing old men."
"Old men? You're not an old man and I'll kiss whoever I please. Why won't you let me kiss you? You don't like me?"
Raoul sighed heavily and sat down on the bed again. "It's not that simple. For one thing, you're drunk. Your feelings aren't genuine. The other? I'm simply too old for you."
Kel looked at him, her face contorted in rage. "My feelings aren't genuine because I'm drunk? I believe I'm the most honest when I AM drunk! This is the only time when I actually let my guard down and everything I do is genuine! And what's this about age? Diane and Numair are about twenty years apart but you don't see them having any problems with that! Stop making excuses for yourself and tell me the truth!"
"Kel please!"
"Kel please what? Get away from me? Why not? I don't want to infect the rest of the world with my troubles," and she stumbled out of her room, leaving Raoul speechless.
"Here's to my sorrow and my pain," she cheered as she lifted the bottle in the air. She lowered the bottle to her lips and began to swallow it in large gulps.
Raoul slowly approached Kel's chamber because he suspected that she would get herself blindly drunk like the night before. Filled with worry like the rest of Kel's friends, he knocked on the door, hoping to be greeted with the sound of her soft snoring. Instead he heard a drunk "who is it?" reply from the other side of the door. Raoul groaned inwardly from disappointment and pity for his young heartbroken friend. "Kel, it's me again. Would you kindly open the door?"
He heard her struggle to her feet, and then struggling with the lock on her door. After a few minutes, she successfully opened the door to see Raoul's frowning face.
"Raoul! Welcome! Happy to see you again? Are you disappointed to see me like this again?" she asked cheerfully as she greeted him with open arms.
"Can I come in?" he asked patiently.
"Of course, of course! You are always welcome. Drink?" she asked as he sat on her bed.
"No thanks."
"What brings you here? You know, one might start thinking that you have an attachment to me because of your frequent 'unprofessional' visits."
"Oh it's nothing of that sort," Raoul reassured her.
Kel approached him. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice suddenly low and husky.
"Kel.?"
She reached his face and kissed him passionately.
Raoul jumped from his seat, dropping Kel on the ground. "KEL! What are you trying to do?" he asked sharply as he watched Kel struggle back on her feet.
"Trying to kiss you stupid. What else do you think I'm doing?"
"This isn't right and you know it! I'm way too old for you and you're too young to start kissing old men."
"Old men? You're not an old man and I'll kiss whoever I please. Why won't you let me kiss you? You don't like me?"
Raoul sighed heavily and sat down on the bed again. "It's not that simple. For one thing, you're drunk. Your feelings aren't genuine. The other? I'm simply too old for you."
Kel looked at him, her face contorted in rage. "My feelings aren't genuine because I'm drunk? I believe I'm the most honest when I AM drunk! This is the only time when I actually let my guard down and everything I do is genuine! And what's this about age? Diane and Numair are about twenty years apart but you don't see them having any problems with that! Stop making excuses for yourself and tell me the truth!"
"Kel please!"
"Kel please what? Get away from me? Why not? I don't want to infect the rest of the world with my troubles," and she stumbled out of her room, leaving Raoul speechless.