My Fallen Angel

Aiden unmannerly grunted out and flared his nose in anger at his current situation. The idea of being in a loud place on intentional reasons was not helping his case. He had a banging headache and he could feel within himself a rising fever.

He should not have tried to venture in tonight usual quest. He wasn't up for it. He was even about backing from it all over but he knew he just had to do it. It was more or less an obligation on his part. He has set himself to do this and he was going to do it, by all means.

Looking further to his front, the coloured florescent light was making the whole atmosphere coasy with a touch of a classy look, making it so much more unclear to see things around him.

To prevent feeling any more self pity for himself he knew he needed something strong and he was in the right place for that, just like every other nights. He looked at the overly large table in his front. Just from looking at it, one would be able to distinguish it from less fashioned table. No doubt it would be expensive. Just exactly what suited his taste.

Ont eh table were several bottles of wines and three other cups on the table apart from his. The occupants who were supposed to be his friends were out being the life of the party, more or less club. Just like they do, every other nights.

He moved his hands to take the remaining of his drinks so as to suppress the neasours feeling he was having but the drink came back the same way it went. He didn't want to hold it in so without thinking, he spited out the now sore taste of a wine.

"Fuck" he murmured to himself it annoyance. He didn't even try to care about the mess he has created. It was an high class club, he didn't have to mind, it might as well be related to a spilled drink.

The fever was worse than he thought. All of a sudden, he felt sick and disgusted and in need of a rest room. Soon.

This was the best time he needed his friends but they were no where in sight and even if he could get a hold of then, he hates to be the party bummer. He prefers it when everyone was happy and excited and even sometimes at the expenses of his own happiness.

Gathering every ounce of strength remaining in him, he tried his best to stand up with falling back into his sit, which would have been a success if he didn't slip on something.

"Arghhh" He lets out a frustrated groan as the weight at which he feel back to the chair affected his entire body. He tried to think of what made him slip and then remembered his spills of wine on the tiled floor.

"Shit" He mutters in provocation again. And again tried to stand and successfully did just that. The suddenness in his stance caused him to feel a little dizzy and everything turned double for a little while before he got complete hold of himself and finds his way to the male rest room. He didn't have to look for it for a long while as he had noticed earlier when they first arrived that this club in particular had a nice and well thought of outline. Easy enough to understand and get without much getting lost.

The rest room was at the end of the long hall way, he took each step in front of the other and finally go to his destination.

Lucky for his, the rest room he checked on first was empty, so he stepped in to do his business.

The little walking from his drinking spot to the restroom seems to have affected him a little but it seems to have cleared his head.

Easing himself, he looks at himself through the mirror, the little lit white bulb allowed him to see his face. He looked a mess.

He had to leave, soon. Washing his face and putting some water in his mouth, he felt better but not entirely as he still felt weak.

He steps out of the rest room and sees no one in view, just as there was no one there when he was going in. not that he would have even noticed anyone at that time.

He was about bringing out his phone to give his friends a call- not that they were even going to see his missed calls but he could at least try- when he heard someone open the little door of one of the toilet cubicle and walks out. He didn't bother giving whoever it is his attention as he was in no mood to start up a conversation with anyone. That was until he heard a glass shattering peach voice of what?-a female?- just 5 yards away from him.

If he thought he had a splitting headache before, what he felt after this scream was way worse than that. That apart, what in the hell was a female looking for in a male rest room?

It was then he lifted his face to look at the intruder across him. It was a petite lady in a pencil one shoulder above the knee gown and a braided bun. The shade of the light in her direction was not making him see the shade or colour of her hair properly but she most definitely looked all party.

"When you're done staring would you mind getting your ass out of this place." She said almost as if she was going out of breath. He didn't understand what she was even talking about. His face must have shown that of confusion course she continued

"This is the female rest room and seeing form your expression you have no idea YOU are in the wrong here" She explained making a stress on the you, like she was trying to make him see his fault.

His feverish state must have made him mistake the males rest room with that of the females.

'Dammed fever' He thought to himself but turned up his boyish smile that had saved him countless times from troubles like this- not that he got into many-.

"I really apologize for the-" He wasn't given the opportunity to end his sentence as he was cut short by the now calm lady in his front with her hands now put out in her front in a way to tell him to stop talking.

"Are you alright sir?" She asked looking concerned and his demure changed immediately. If anything, he hated when people tried to look at him with concern or pity. He has gotten a fair share of pity and concern from people in his life he didn't need it again.

Straighten up his pose and standing better on his two feet, he had no idea where the strength came from but he was able to manage some few words

"It was a mistake on my part and I apologize for that. If that would be all, I shall take my leave."

With that said, he walked out of the rest room and checked the signs again to see if he was the one in the wrong, really. Proves that he was in the wrong, so he fumes with himself and walk not back to his spot, but outside the club.

The fever and now his encounter in a rest room with someone he didn't know drained all his energy and he needed to take a rest.

Sending a quick message to all his friends he walks towards the car part and contemplated driving himself or taking a cab. He decided on the first.

Getting into his car, he made his way home with his thoughts on the uneventful nights out of many to come.