Legal Drinking Age

I'll Drink to That

I hate time. It never stops. It doesn't care about me, or anyone else. It just keeps ticking away acting like it doesn't affect anyone. Well I don't care about it either. There's twelve minutes till midnight and I'm officially twenty one, and until that clock chimes, I refuse to believe time exists.

I don't hate time. It might not care about me, but no one else does so what does it matter. I've been alone in this house for so long, and at this point I'm not quite sure how not to be. Silence suffocates me as I try to find at least one drink to celebrate with. I don't know what higher powers are listening, but this is getting desperate.

"Please God or Zeus or Odin, stop time, just for a moment. Just a bit. I can't be old, and alone, and bitter, and sad, and old." Especially old, I silently add again. Although if there is an omnipotent power, he probably heard that anyway. I mean, or she heard that anyway. If they're listening to me.

"Might as well see the Underworld tonight" I mutter to myself before proceeding to chug the bottle of whatever I find in front of me.

Banging erupted throughout my house as the front window shuttered. A strikingly pale and strikingly handsome face appeared.

"What the fuck" appears to be the only thing I'm capable of saying as liquids drop down my shirt.

"Is that an invitation to come in?"

"What? No, who are you? Why would you need to be invited in"

"Because I'm polite. I have to have some type of manners in order to seduce you." I heard muffled curses following this as he tried and apparently, failed to enter.

"Can I at least see who you are first before you try and seduce me?" Thoughts run through my head, but much slower than they probably would at any other time.

"Why? Are you judging me based on looks? Serial killers can be handsome too?" The last word came out a bit muffled as my would-be assailant hit my window once again. "I give up. Can you please let me in?"

"Why would saying please make me any more inclined to let you in?"

"Because it's polite, at least look at me when you reject me. I just want some blood and company."

Already looking out the window before the last words registered, a pale face continued to stare back at me. Long fangs punctured his own lips as his blood dripped down his chin. He might've been biting his lips too look sexy but it wasn't working too well when pure fear was clouding my brain too much for other thoughts. Although fear is a bit attractive so maybe that was his plan.

Or he's just stupid. Which seemed more likely as this apparent vampire cursed when he realized blood was dripping down his face. I might've let him in just due to shock alone if I hadn't chosen that moment to pass out from lack of sleep, fear, and maybe just a bit of thinking he was too cute to comprehend, but I'll ignore that last thought.