remake : Ira Kate ; Capitol ; wip

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"Excuse me miss, can I sit here?"[break][break]

I look up and my eyes meet a man not much older then I was. Give or take a few months. [break][break]

My first reaction was to scowl. How content I was just sitting by myself sipping my drink watching the projections on the wall across from me was sort of disturbing. I like to think of myself as a women of stature and social status. Afraid it would ruin my image of the role citizen I forced a smile. The only reason I motioned for the seat was for selfish intent. [break][break]

"Have a seat, sir." [break][break]

He looked grateful. Watching him plop his body down at the seat across from me I noticed how incredibly empty the bar was today. Smirking as the drink touched my lips I couldn't wonder too much on what he was doing here. [break][break]

He ordered a beer. It struck me as odds because beer was disgusting but he was a man so I let it go without a problem.[break][break]

"What's your name."[break][break]

"You already know my name."[break][break]

He chuckled. "You're right."[break][break]

"What do you want?"[break][break]

The man took aback to that. "Why such the sour attitude? I am only trying to make a new friend."
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No one wants to be my friend. It's always for something. [break][break]

"You remind me of my last boyfriend."[break][break]

"What happened to him?"[break][break]

blah blah about her guy[break][break]

But instead I just looked down. "He got boring."[break][break]

All good stories my father used to tell me always started with five words. "I walked into a bar..." And the stories would be so strange sit was as though when he stepped his foot into there he was no longer int he Capitol, he was in a distant land between reality and death. His stories were grand, my favorite one was when he started out with those same few words and tell of how he met my mother and it was as though it was first sight. Father said that night the drinks weren't making him see things, that she was actually the most beautiful girl on the planet. That's how I imagined I would find love too. One day I would walk into a bar and just know. I became so obsessed with the idea that I used to go to the bar every day once I was old enough to pass as a legal drinker. It lead to a drinking problem and a doubt bigger then my ego. Every guy I picked up and met weren't like how my father said, just jerks with too much to drink. I think he just got lucky and the bar were for people who weren't capable of real love. Like me. [break][break]

The man pursed his lips together, and as he sipped his drink I could feel his uneasiness as though it was written on his forehead. I mimic his motions, sipping when he sipped. As he sipped his drink and was glued to the screen, I looked at him. He had a rectangular face with a defined, slightly pointed chin and a sturdy jaw line. His dark eyes were small and spaced evenly apart, sitting below trim eyebrows that seemed to curve as a natural extension of his broad, rounded nose. He kept his mouth closed in a thin, straight line, and his hair—naturally light brown in color but powdered to a bright blue—was neatly tied and worn back to reveal a wide forehead. The jacket he wore over his broad shoulders had neatly polished buttons, and the tie around his neck was tied so that the satin perfectly filled the space left open by his coat. He sat straight, his face held forward in a steady gaze, and had an air of authority that was palpable. The pride he carried in his shoulders reminded me of myself. However, the gleam in his eyes made him seem lonely and always searching for something but never asking for help. [break][break]

His dark eyes tore themselves away from the screen and looked at me.[break][break]

"I know what you're thinking."[break][break]

His voice was abrupt and it startled me. I set down my drink and traced my finger daintily around the rim of the cup. The faint humming of the glass seemed to keep the rhythm of the mood.[break][break]

"And what am I thinking?"[break][break]

"You think I want to get with you."[break][break]

My finger stops running its trail and I look at him.[break][break]

"I come here a lot you know. You've caught my eye before. Week after week you do the same thing. You sit up on the same stool, drink a little more then you should, flirting with the same bartender and a man comes and sweeps you away. And then the next night you are back in the same place doing the exact same thing but with a little more pride but every time more sad. You just expect it. [break][break] 

I adjust my shoulders, sitting up straight. As I listen to his soft voice, I couldn't help but uncover the truth in it. Yet, he knew I would deny it more and more every time.[break][break]

"I am sorry to say Miss. Winslet today is not your day with me. I can't even tell if your sober or not."[break][break]

"You didn't strike me as a man who judges quickly but I guess I was wrong about that. I have been sober for a year now."[break][break]

"I don't want to believe that."[break][break]

"It's been since high school."[break][break]

"Too prideful."[break][break]

"If I had no pride I wouldn't be where I am today."[break][break]

"Exactly, maybe you would be happy."[break][break]

"That is not your place."[break][break]

He sighed. "Maybe it's not but someone had to tell you."[break][break]

"No one needs to tell me how to live."[break][break]

"Hasn't your family or siblings told you that there is more to life then being a public figure with one-night stands and enough money to buy a top shelf drink ever day?"[break][break]

"Do you have any siblings?"[break][break]

"I used too."[break][break]

"Used too? Did they die?" [break][break]

"I like to tell people I ate my twin in the womb."[break][break]

I was an only child. Once my parents had me they decided that one spilled girl was enough for them. My dad had came from a small family, him and his younger sister who was 15 years younger then him. My mother came from a large one but didn't care for a f]large family. I think they both agreed that one was enough and if they became bored with me then they would have another one like my dad's parents did. Somehow, that seems like one way to do it. But I guess they hadn't gotten bored of me yet because I was 21 and still a single child. Mother and Father probably silently agreed I caused too much trouble and need for attention that another one of me would be too much. But growing up most of my friends had siblings and I felt out of place. It wasn't my fault I didn't have siblings but as I grew old I started to believe it was me. What if my parents didn't want any more children because I ruined their image of one. At least I didn't keep them in the dark. At least I wasn't as fake as my hair color. [break][break]

"Why would you tell people that?"[break][break]

"It makes me feel in control, like I have power over people." [break][break]

"Why do you feel that way?"[break][break]

"It's natural, to want everything - to want power. But me? I crave it, want it so bad that I can taste it." [break][break]

How greedy I must sound. It seemed that no matter what anyone told me all the bad things drove to. [break][break]
No matter how much my father bought me, I still wanted more. He told me greed was a bad thing but it couldn't be just a bad thing. It had to be good too? If it wasn't good, no body would get anywhere in the world. Everyone would just be content with where they were. I didn't want to settle for just the bottom. I wanted the best and if my Father stopped buying me the best I would go and buy it myself. But I didn't mind not having to work for everything I wanted. Though, when I got out of high school I realized that no one was going to hand me what I wanted. So I waved goodbye to daddy and mommy as I went to go build myself up in the world. And with the money I took from them and the positions I hold in the community someone would always ask - how could you want more? But the answer would always be - how could you not? [break][break]

Greed rules the world.[break][break]

"Do you deserve it, though?"[break][break]

"Of course I do. I am unappreciated. I do everything in my power to get what I want." [break][break]

"You have to work for that power, have you earned it yet?"[break][break]

"Yes, I earned it. I just need to get other's to believe so." [break][break]

"How are you going to get there Miss. Winslet?"[break][break]

"I am going to have to fuck my way to the top." [break][break]

Sin rules the the world.[break][break]