[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 9px; color:white;]dizziness. That was the feeling he was sure of, along with numbness, and the ability to not be able to see. By tomorrow it was a fact that he would have a migraine and feel quite groggy and horrible, but at the very moment, and telling the the situation he had put himself in, that felt as if it were a million days away. The lilac haired boy sooner or later found that he was making his way through the crowded and full bar, grasping at everything and everyone around him so he could use anything as a maneuvering device. Loud voices of men yelling on the television from a football game, and soft and quiet voices of women that seemed to be talking only made him wince in pain and scrunch up his nose. All together, he could not take loud noises. His ears must have been delicate, as there seemed to be no other reason for his excessive annoyance for the matter. The screams only got louder as he continued his walk, though - his eye sight worsening as his weak legs stumbled him across the floor. He did not dare to engage in a conversation, but he did indeed curse at the people who happened to come across his path. They only reacted with a nonchalant wave and step out of the way, not thinking much about the seventeen year old's condition or that he was completely out of it. He had not remembered exactly how many drinks he had, but surely it was not that much. According to his mind, of course, as the rest of his body did not agree. And even with that past, he still could not help but feel sorry for himself and was fully aware of how the alcohol really seeped into him; inside and out.
The last step sent him to the entrance, or more known as the door, which led him to gripping the handle tightly and groaning from the sudden movements, as he then managed to twist the door knob and open it up - allowing him to feel the outside air that was already cold. Cold enough for him to see his hot breath emitting out of him, as he began to trudge his way over to and down the sidewalk, his quite confused amethyst optics scanning all that was in front of him. Weird shapes and figures danced all around him as if they were playing a game, as cars whipped past playing loud music and shining bright lights, the vampire narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned. Afterwards, he wrapped his arms around his stomach as though it were the only thing keeping him together, hunched his back, and began to pout. That pout became a moan, which became tears and crying. There might have been no actual reason for his sudden crying, since he thought that being alone at the time ( for the first time in his life ) was a good thing, until he ruined his dignity as a person - or vampire, even. So he practically lied to himself, and loneliness was definitely not a good thing to practice. That was another idea he was forced to learn for the second time.
