So, its 12:00, we're all drunk and crazy...President what's-his-name is a riot. For a whole hour we've done nothing but converse, laugh, take a few shots, and even shoot some pool.
I was so plastered that I couldn't believe the things I said and did. For a moment I almost forgot my purpose.
I halfway blacked out and realized that it was 4:00AM. Everyone's asleep; women lying everywhere, rooms torn up, alcohol and exotic foods galore. When I thought about what I just said--"galore" it snapped me out of my inebriation. The President, in his stupor, hurled over the balcony...Guess he couldn't hold his liquor either.
I crept up behind him and made my decision.
To mark both the worst party I've ever been to, and to mark the first party I've ever been to...I decided that I was going to Cut him in a way I've never Cut anybody before.
This was the part about my job that always confused me. Before he died he seemed to just have all of the alcohol in his system flood out and in his last moments he, like everyone else, seemed complacent with it all.
"I know why you're here, Mr. Rector. If that is your real name." he chuckled.
"Is that so?" I growled.
He took his last sip, stretched his arms out wide, and backpedaled into the balcony posts. "A little help, will ya?" he laughed.
With a smile that never comes across my face, "Sure." and placed a hand on his forehead. "Also...Thanks." I unconsciously said. Before he could respond with a "For what...?" I realized what it was I said and my face was ten times as shocked as his should've been. Then I saw his eyes fold as his suit flapped in death's cold gravity.
Oh well--I guess that's the end of that story.
Laissez-faire.
-THE END
I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS BEING TOO DAMN LONG, I HOPE YOU SOMEWHAT ENJOYED IT!
TDE Out!!
