I believe they were just jealous...
She walked into the room. Walked in so full and relaxed. Drunk with the taste of her drink in hand. Sitting down ever so quickly she sits so comfortably tight catching warmth from her already toasty palace. Glancing at me she smiled a smile I always remember like a picture imprinted in my brain. A smile so glamorous I find it funny that some would despise it. I believe they were just jealous. I sit smiling back at her feeling honored with such a smile in my presence. Id say it's an honor. In the glory of her gaze I thought a dark thought. Oh to see her shed a tear. A tear of acid that would burn any man for life. I pray I never see such a tear or cause it for that matter. It would scar me worse than any other man. My wish for that to never happen, my hopes, I smile back accordingly. A fake smile she will never see through my transparent flesh. Or so I had thought but I ignored my pessimism more than usual that night. Took a drink of the venom I squeezed out from a snake myself. Raised my glass and praised her beauty. Raised the glass for the sake of my aching heart. Oh what a man I've become. What a strange man I have become.