A Drunken State | {Lorenza/Hamlet}

Life inside his home was unbearable, having to share it with such a beast. His mind still wondered why. Why did his mother go after his uncle so prematurely after his father’s death? Despite Hamlet’s speculations that his father was executed by his family, nobody ever believed his words. You’re just grieving Hamlet, your mind is wandering. That’s the excuse that they used for his outbursts. Nobody ever thought to ever sit down and listen to him, maybe even ponder at his pleas to find out if they were in fact true. Slowly he began to give up trying to pull the truth out of the gutter. It was too much hard work, he has been slowly losing the battle for so long, he might as well stick up the white flag.

Forcing himself to live with the fact, Hamlet sought out ways to relax his mind. The training centre helped during the day; at least he didn’t have to see his uncle’s face often in the natural daylight. But he was always still there during the night and even though he couldn’t see him, knowing that his presence was there sent poison through his veins. Seeking out friends who would allow him to sleep at theirs during the night, Hamlet only ever sleeps in his own bed at least twice a week. His mother never questioned his whereabouts so he continues with his bed hopping lifestyle.

Tonight Hamlet finds himself at another place of distraction, in the form of a party. Usually he does find himself at such places but this party has a large guest list than usual. Drowning his body in alcohol has helped sooth his worries, may it be slowly poisoning, just like what happened to his dad (although the poison worked quicker on him), he still relishes in the effects that it brings to him. Alcohol takes him to a different place, a place where his emotions are high and all the memories that have been biting at his mind have been abolished. Even if he feels the full after-effect in the morning, he always finds himself with a bottle clasped in his hand. At parties like this, he is able to get them replaced within an instant. It seems people enjoy seeing other get pissed, so help contribute to the destruction of their sober minds.

Hiding amongst the shadows at a table by himself, with just a bottle of ale to accompany him, Hamlet observes the scene. Many have already lost their minds and he has seen at least two people throw up their guts Light weights but the mood of the party seems high. Many are dancing, many are filling their plates with food, while others are slyly picking at the buffet table. People watching is something he usually enjoys doing during the day, especially in the training centre but it seems a lot more personalities come out once somebody is under the influence.

Taking a swig of the bottle, he’d look up to the end of the table, a girl stood there. Moving forwards from the back of the chair, he’d reveal himself from the shadows, his bottle still in hand. ”Do you want to sit down?” Stretching his leg out the chair opposite, he’d kick it out from under the table, offering to the girl.