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Breathless	By : xCookingWinex Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Aiden Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Aiden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 11
Wil hadn’t seen Alyn that week, and was quite glad. He’d become worse than he ever thought he could, and not just dealing. He was hooked on cocaine from the first instant. He’d spent most of what he’d earned dealing that week just putting it back into the pockets of his new friends.
The Saturday of Alyn’s work party had come round quickly. He managed to buy a tux but wasn’t sure how good he really looked. His hair needed cutting and he needed a shower, but he thought he’d be okay; he’d had a line before leaving for her apartment. The others had ridiculed him for having a “lady friend”, but as far as he was concerned, he owed her this. He wasn’t doing it because he had a crush on her – in fact; he was surprised he’d even had enough emotion to conjure up guilt. Falling for her could only lead to disaster, and he told himself over and over again as he walked to her apartment that he wouldn’t. Sure she was pretty, and she seemed to be the only person who actually gave the slightest bit of a damn about him, but she was something else. She wasn’t just someone he could use, not after everything that had happened. She was the only person in his life who he wasn’t looking to screw over. Not just yet, anyway.
He was surprised that he remembered what flat she lived at. He drew a deep breath before knocking on the door; he felt nervous all of a sudden. The door opened a couple of seconds later, and Alyn smiled instantly.
“Oh Wil, you look so handsome!” she grinned.
He felt taken back – handsome? Me? Compliments were not something he came across often.
“Uh … thanks. You look …” He took a glance at her. Long dress that panned out at the bottom, with a small slit up the front. Held up by thin straps, decorated neatly with sequins and fake diamonds. “You look stunning.”
She truly did, with her soft brown hair curving smoothly around her face and her make up highlighting the prettiness of her features. The dress clung nicely around her body, and Wil noticed he was staring a little too late.
“Like what you see?” She asked, laughing slightly while standing in front of a mirror, putting in her earrings.
“Well, can’t complain.”
She smiled again. “I really appreciate you coming with me tonight.”
“I owe you.”
“As far as I’m concerned, mister,” she walked over to him and tapped him on the chest playfully, “you don’t owe me anything anymore. Okay? No more stupid talk.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Never been surer,” she laughed. “Well, I’m ready to go. All set?”
“Yep.”
She smiled, flicking a light switch to turn the main lights off. They walked arm in arm to Liberty Street – only 10 minutes away, and he was sure they’d arrive fashionably late.
The first thing she did when they arrived was introduce him to all of her colleagues. People made him nervous at the best of times, but when coming down and feeling anxious, it wasn’t good for him. He smiled and nodded as politely as he could, sweat beads forming on his brow. He felt like the bag of coke in his pocket was calling him, and he kept looking at it apprehensively. He touched the pocket once or twice to make sure it was still there.
“Wil, I’m going to get a drink, would you like one?” Alyn asked, turning away from one of her colleagues.
“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love a beer.”
“No problem. I’ll be right back.”
He watched her as she walked to the bar. There was a queue … no one was taking notice of him … he could just slip out, go to the toilets and be back by the time she’s got their drinks. He turned, but was immediately met with a grouchy looking woman, small and round, with little silver framed glasses sitting on the end of her nose.
“So you’re Wil?”
“Er … yeah … that’s me.”
“Alyn told us about you,” she looked at him over the rim of her glasses and scrunched up her nose. “You’re not good enough for someone like her.”
“Excuse me?”
An older man came rushing over at the sight of Wil and the woman talking. He took the woman's arm and turned her away from them.
“Oh, I’m sorry young man. My wife can be very forward sometimes. Ted McCartney, I run the office,” He shook Wil’s hand. “And you’re Alyn’s date?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Hmm … I didn’t think she’d do much better. Ah, here she comes. Enjoy your evening!” he waved his hand and walked off, dragging his wife behind him.
“Oh, you had the pleasure of meeting my boss and his lovely wife, did you?” She laughed, handing him a glass.
“Pleasure?”
She laughed again. She took a sip of her drink as ‘All I Want For Christmas’ started playing, “Oh, hey, I love this song – do you want to dance?”
He really didn’t want to, but he said yes anyway. She grabbed his drink and put it on a nearby table, and then took his hand and led him to the dance floor. He was surprised that he found himself enjoying it, although he was itching to get some privacy, just for two seconds. In fact, by the end of the song, he’d made his excuses to Alyn and gone to the bathroom.
It was a big, and posh, just like he’d expected. The sinks were shaped like shells and were gold plated. The taps looked more expensive than his $200 suit. He checked the stalls; they were all empty. There was no little man in a suit offering soap or cologne, which he was pleased about. He hurried to the end stall and shut the door, locking it quickly. He looked around, and back at the door.
Still locked, still locked.
A breeze flowed through the bathroom and rattled the door. Startled, Wil put the bag back in his pocket, opened the door and looked out once again.
There’s no one there. Stop panicking.
With shaky hands, he opened the plastic around his precious coke. He poured it into a line on the closed toilet seat, straightening it up with a credit card Wolfe had given him. He quickly drew in a big breath and it was gone. The anxiety started to lift off.
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