Something felt wrong, but he couldn’t place what was off. His tongue ran over his teeth, he tasted liquor. It had been years since his last drink and the flavor burned slightly. His left thumb was twirling a silver band on his left ring finger.
“And that’s when I caught her,” a familiar voice finished. Landon’s eyes rose to meet the source of the voice. Xander sat across from him. He didn’t startle but felt like he should. His insides screamed like the end of the world was coming, but his eyes remained locked on Xander’s.
“I’m sorry, man,” Landon felt himself say.
Abigail approached the table with three wine glasses. The warm light from the chandeliers reflected off a large diamond on her ring finger. Landon stood as she got closer and took a glass from her hand.
“Boys, sorry that took so long,” she leaned in and kissed Landon softly.
“Has Sam moved out yet?” Abigail said as she sat, crossing her legs as she faced both men.
“Yeah, she packed her stuff and was gone yesterday,” Xander responded. Landon’s eyes left Abigail’s face and looked at the room for the first time. The walls were gold, almost reflective of the color temperature in the lights. Ornate crown molding edged against the hand-painted ceiling. A row of crystal chandeliers hung down the center of the long ball room. The crowds danced to a live jazz band. Suddenly, the right sleeve of Landon’s tuxedo began to pull on his arm. He stretched it out and pain surged through his ribs. His eyes widened.
Abigail noticed.
“You alright, sweetie?” she said as she leaned toward him and placed her hand on his knee.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, placing the wine glass on the burgundy table cloth. He moved through the crowd. His suit slid off another tux’.
“Sorry, excuse me,” he said as he placed his hand against a shoulder on his way to the restroom. The heavy door opened. The bathroom was a single. He locked the door and spun, barely catching himself on the countertop.
His vision went double, almost shifting his brain somewhere else. His feet flashed as if they were bare, and the bathroom tile was cold, until his shoes reappeared. He faced himself in the mirror. His perfect hair flickered between nicely combed and gelled to disheveled and sweaty. His face seemed to change with it; drained.
“Relax,” a familiar voice came from the stall behind him. He spun, his feet bare again and his whole tuxedo gone. He ached everywhere. He lifted his shirt; the ribs on his right side were bruised a deep purple and red. The stall door opened. Landon’s eyes drooped taking his whole body with him to the floor.
“Things are about to change,” the voice echoed through the bathroom.
His mouth burned of wine again; his eyelids lifted as if the weight had been dropped to the ground. Abigail and Xander were chuckling across the table from him. He blinked at them. He let out a deep breath. He stood, gently placing the stemware on the navy tablecloth. His eye twitched for a moment, he shook it off.
“Excuse us,” he said, extending his hand to Abigail. She reached up and softly placed her fingers into his palm.
“Oh, fancy. You never like to dance,” she said as they moved away from the table.
His vision flashed a moment; the room as bare and Xander was a stooped machine. Landon squinted and everything faded back to normal.
“Having those headache’s again?” she asked.
He smiled at her, “I’ll deal with them until I can get into Dr. Rosen’s on Monday.”
They moved out to the dance floor. The quartet began playing a half-tempo version of Book of Love. They swayed slowly together. Her head rested against his chest.
“Did you pay them to play our song?” she asked. He lightly squeezed her arm.
Her hand slid down his back and rested on his side. A sharp pain flew through his ribs. His eyes widened and he stumbled back away from her, the pain searing through his head.
“Landon? Darling?” she said as she chased after him.
He bumped a table. The table cloth changed from navy to burgundy. His eyes were heavy again.
Everything vanished in a burst light.