Narrative: Well, shit. WHO: Alex Jiang WHEN: Sept. 4, just before the party WHERE: Kitsune dorms
Alex had been busy all day. For someone so lazy, it was probably pretty amazing for anyone to see Alex doing something other than being in his room working on music or getting high. But today was a big day for Alex. It was the day of the party. He'd show Sara Martin how a real party was thrown. Not some cheap little theme party. Christmas in July? Lame. No, this was going to be nothing short of something absolutely amazing, and Alex was pretty damn determined to make her fume. At some point he'd realize he was doing a lot to get under the werefox's skin, and maybe a little too much, but he'd say she challenged him. Alex was going to make her lose it, and he was also going to crush her in the elections. Then when it was all said and done and he had the presidency he would . . . eh, he'd figure that out later.
He was in town talking to the local businesses who would be providing bits for the party. Alex had his parents' money to throw at them but also the promise of future business. A lot of the new kids coming to the school could get some early exposure to what the town could offer them instead of whining (as Alex often did) that it didn't give them much. Alex walked out of a shop when he saw noted a magazine cover that drew his attention. It wasn't the headline in specific but a secondary story that cause his eye.
The cover story was more on the whole Swift vs. Kanye deal, but he saw the words "Record Exec accused of rape." The picture of the exec smiling at some premiere stared at him. Alex never forgot a face, and that was the face of the exec he walked in on at that party a few months ago. Alex immediately grabbed the magazine and looked for the article. His eyes assaulted by the neon and white with pictures of faces famous for everything and others famous for nothing. He found the article and took it in. He needed details and he needed them now.
March 16. Party in New York City. The girl's face wasn't printed but she claimed the exec raped her. He drugged her and took advantage of her. No consent given.
"FUCK!" Alex shouted loudly and those who could hear (which were a few nearby) stared at him. Alex closed the magazine and went to trash it, but he saw there were others there. A whole stack of them. The flashy title staring him in the face as he was faced with yet another giant fuck-up he made. He screwed up so bad. All those nightmares he had, the "what if" question of what happened that night had a conclusion. He didn't know for sure because he just . . .
Of all the days to find out, it had to be today. When he had performers driving into town soon, a stage to set up, and everything else. He had vendors and everyone showing up and he already heard a lot of the kids talking about it. Friends helping him get things ready for the party texted him to let him know that nearly everyone was going to show up. He couldn't cancel now. He had to keep going. He had to move forward. He had to put a smile on his face and pretend that he hadn't just completely fucked someone over because he wasn't asking the right questions or doing the right thing.
Alex rolled up the magazine and paid for it. He'd figure this out later. He needed to work.