now behind

“A celebration of his scorn” Ismael would ratger call it, as loud cheers erupted his ears, whilst the smell of wine strongly pervaded the air.

Far across the corner Ismael sat, with glass of wine held up upon his hands, calmly he listened to their noises, the noisy sounds of his mockers or so he thought.

“The ex husband attends the new brides engagement party, which happens to his best friend” Ismael said to himself, with a little bit of tempo, which seemed loud enough to be heard “what a perfect headline it would be for tomorrow's news” Ismael spoke with a smile upon his lips, rising off the bar as soon as he had spoken.

Then his eyes began it's search, its search for Leo and where he was seated, for at this point Ismael had become heavily tipsy, quite a spark away from being drunk.

“Leonel Fernando” Ismael called out sluggishly immediately he stood before him, after he had caught sight of Leo seconds back “my dear handsome ex husband” he said, s