(RHIO)
I could clearly see the speeding cars of my men, in the distance, at my side mirror.
Well, I needed some fun.
The crossroads could be dangerous especially in the night but it was my only hope of escape. I let my car swerve recklessly through the intersections, drove full speed at even roads and took concealed shortcut by the foliaged pathway. I've been there many times.
I smiled when their cars finally went out of sight and took one more less travelled way towards the chapel. I just glimpsed at that place before speeding up once more toward a secluded bar by the city outskirts.
I want to be too intoxicated to lose my senses and forget my burdens.
Loud music blared and everything bathed in vigorously animated neon lights. The sea of partying people looked faceless and there I might be unrecognizable.
I sat at the quieter area by the counter and squinted at the generous display of alcoholic drinks, "Top shelf Sazerac. Double and straight up."