Everyone was thinking of Angela, James was thinking of how to punish her when she got back. Johnathan went home to his fionce and held her tighter deciding not to tell her to save her from a sleepless night, but couldn't stop wondering if Angela was okay. He made a promise to himself promising he would never treat anyone like that.
Nathaniel being Nathaniel went to the bar got drunk and flirted with a girl he never met before. They went back to his place and made out everywhere, first against the wall, then on the kitchen counter, finally the sofa before she led him back to her bedroom. He helped her remove her shirt right before removing his own. They climbed into bed ready for a night of passion. Nathan kissed her lips and looked into her eyes before closing his own. He didn't do anything after that he just rolled onto his back. The women rolled on top of him kissing his chest, his neck, biting his ear anything to get him in the mood, but he didn't budge or reopen his eyes.
She stopped and looked into his face concerned "What's wrong Nate? Nathan baby what is it?"
Nathan finally gave up the silent treatment and pushed her gentally but firmly off of him.
"I can't do this anymore Jess."
"Why can't you Nathan just talk to me."
Nathan got up and threw up his hands. "Jess you don't even know me!" He grabbed his shirt and put it on.
"I know you well enough to know you don't really want to leave." She got up out of bed knowing what would make him stay she stripped down to her bra and panties.
Normally Nathan would have pushed her back onto the bed and strip her the rest of the way, but not tonight. Walking over to her he leaned down grabbing her cloths he handed them to her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked him why she wasn't pretty enough.
Nathan smiled lightly and kissed her forehead. "Jess you deserve better than me." With that being said he walked out and Jess didn't follow him.
He ended up going home and pouring himself a glass drowning himself in whiskey, but he couldn't help but wonder why the bartender didn't go for him. He pulled out all the stops yet it only seemed to repel her. Then again she wasn't just some simple bartender she had to be special if even Sabastian liked her. He smiled as he poured himself one more drink before heading to bed.
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As for Alex after the events unfolded he went home and tried to drink away his problems. If anything they almost seemed worse it made him angry. All the sayings of whiskey drowns the memories well they were all wrong. He took the glass that was in his hand and chucked it at the wall and the whiskey ran down it. After feeling sorry for himself Alex went crazy ripping into a closet he swore he'd never open again. Into box after box, bin after bin of his and his wife's things.
Up until he came across a folder he opened it hoping to find what he was looking for but no luck. Folding the folder and throwing it back into the bin running his fingers through his hair and considering on giving up for the night and he might actually be crazy saw a picture that had fallen out. It only left more questions the picture contained himself, his wife, and Jasmine Hale.
He smiled as he saw how happy his wife was, but his smile turned into confusion on the back was a piece of paper taped on the back. He didn't remember it being there, careful not to rip the picture he slowly removed the paper and unfolded it. In neat hand writing it said the person taking the picture was none other than Angela Hale and below showed a picture of a little blonde girl in a blue fairytale dress. What did this all mean? Why was Starlite so dull, and where was Jasmine Hale? There were a lot of questions and not nearly enough answers.
Even André wanted to find her. While he was out with Sabastian looking out at the lights he found out why Sabastian loved it so much. It was peaceful and calming not even noticing the world falling apart around you. When a plane flew by and Sabastian told him to make a wish he did despite his confusion. Wishing that he could see his friend happy and then Sabastian met her. André saw true happiness in Sabastian's eyes that is why he stayed out most of the night only to go home get some rest to do it all over again. He wasn't giving up, not yet.