<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br/><em>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day one - Night<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: Aryanna Murphy</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>This was volatile. This little peach was trying to comfort him. Her confidence and empathy were each strong. As she cupped his hands, and squeezed enough to suggest her concern, Alex was just realizing who had decided to sit with him. He was drunk, absolutely drunk. He hoped that his brain to mouth filter was on correctly, or this little girl was about to find out how much he wanted to be alone with her. He cursed to himself silently as he started to speak. "I last saw Dianna on route 923," His pace was slow, and well informed. He enunciated well for being so inebriated. "She ran away from home a few weeks ago. I've been on her tail ever since. finally lost her outside of the gas station." He exhaled in response to his own story. "She is insane." He started to laugh at himself a bit. "She has no direction. It's like she's trying to do a draw by numbers picture on the road map...It's been really exhausting." His speech was pretty normal now, warmed up from drinking silently to himself for two hours. "I came into town and found her car at the grocery store. No sister, though. It looks like it she left it there, this being the only inn would be her next logical step. Also, no sister here." He looked down and sniffed through his nose. "She vanished somewhere in this town, and it happened today." He allowed a pause to settle over the table.<br/><br/>His eyes were chopped slim, a slight lusty tinge sprinkled off of them as he started to speak again, "Aryana, right?" Her name-tag was gone, but he'd taken this specific girl to an absolute form of memory. "It's none of your business." His voice was busy admiring her friendliness. "And you're probably too young to worry about stuff like this." She was certainly younger than his own sister, and Dianna was twenty-one. 'Please god, be legal.' Alexander wasn't hoping for her to be accessible<em>tonight</em>. He just didn't want to feel like a dirtbag for finding a child attractive. "I find it hard to believe that a child could be this compassionate, this selfless. You're a wonder, and I've just met you." He disguised himself well. But, then he had to wonder if it was actually a disguise... There was no rationalization for it. 'There's a perfectness that I can't ignore. Yup,' he stopped thinking and spoke. "You'll have to excuse me Aryanna. I've had a lot to drink since dinner." He was smiling. His infatuation with her was healthy. He was just disturbed by it, and how much it obstructed the limits of his own culture, and upbringing.  He was sensing her grand destiny, and her mysterious origin.<br/><br/>Both of the ideas tried to reveal themselves to Alexander. However, both of the concepts that he came up with were vacant of truth.<br/><br/>One: 'She will be a happy grandmother, still beautiful and ever full of peace.' This was the peak of a long tale that revolved around her and a lover, the image of happiness, 'the dream that is always only a realization.' The absolute vision of success and brilliance existed as a family image to this man. It was appropriate. The only reason he had come out here was due to family ideals.<br/><br/>Two: 'raised by her grandparents, much too young to be their child.' She had no origin in this town, only an image to live with, a roof, and a bed.<br/><br/>His mind was too busy to speak, it appeared like he had given her the chance to respond.<br/><br/>