</SIZE><SIZE size="50">It was late at night in New York, but for one certain person, it was the longest he'd been awake in a long while, and he felt dead on his feet. While some had it out easy, it seemed others just had to do everything. For the certain person, he'd worked all day at his job in England, then done half a shift at his night job in England, then been in New Zealand, visiting his brother, and taking his siblings out for a fun day around the place. He'd shown his siblings all the little sights to see around where the new flat was. And then that night, he had stayed up with his siblings helping them get to sleep due to the time difference making it almost impossible. And then when they'd finally nodded off, and one of the other elder siblings had arrived, it was already half way into the next day. It was at this point that while tidying the guy had found the invitation to a certain party. Alezander Valentine, was not a guy who did much for himself. That was why in the past 24 hours he'd slept all of an hour. He'd been with his siblings, working and making sure that they as a family would never have an fincial problems. This was a hard task considering they were nine altogether. The eldest Valentine at twenty three had taken charge of his siblings when just over seven years before their parents had died, and he as the eldest had been left in charge of his eight siblings. Staring at this invitation, Zander was reminded of who he used to be. Young, carefree, in love. Now, he was a twenty three year old guy, with almost no dreams for himself, two jobs, and no time for himself. His life was now all about his siblings. As Zander pondered whether or not he should go he walked around to the room where one of his younger siblings was sleeping. Tyler. At just over seven, Zander had raised the boy as his own, rather than as a brother. Just like Jamie. The others had all been older when it had happened. But, it didn't change how Zander felt responsible for them, and how he knew he would do anything for them. Literally anything. Which was different from his siblings, whom he was sure did not know how much work Alezander put into the family to be sure they stuck together. The money he gained went to his siblings and what they needed. It was why, he walked into his own, small bedroom, and instead of getting some sleep like he should, Zander decided for once that he would do something for himself. Like attend this party.
How he had managed to get a ticket to a club opening was not something he really thought about. A friend of a friend had an extra ticket, and Zander had planned on giving it to Mara, whom he had been sure would have more use for it than he did. When was not the case, since he had actually forgotten to give her it. Now, he was slightly pleased of that fact. He got quickly changed into something a lot more suitable for such an occasion. The eldest Valentine walked down the stairs and to Justin, who was the one currently living in New Zealand. Zander told a small lie as to where he was going, and since Zander didn't lie, his brother believed him. Zander was a fairly good liar. As a sort of parent to his siblings he had to learn to lie fairly well. Not something he was proud of, but it was necessary. He then quickly apparated out, and then to an alley way not to far from the place itself. As his friend's friend instructions. Zander, flattened out his hair and straightened the thin black tie. He walked round and gave his ticket to the guy at the door. The guy gave Zander a look that pretty much said that he didn't believe Zander belonged in such a place. Something which Zander could believe. He was different from the usual people that this place would get. He was tall, and looked pretty untidy, not to mention that he looked very tired. Feeling that tonight would be a good night for a drink, Zander began to head over to the bar, but stopped when someone stopped the music from playing. He listened as he gave his speech. And Zander knew in that instant, this was not really the place for him. It was not only loud, and their were lots of people around him, but it was meant to be a day to remember. And in all honesty, Zander just wanted this day to end. He had no idea what insane idea had possessed him to attend such an event. These people around him had such perfect lives. Well, maybe not perfect, but at least most of them at twenty three were not in charge of eight children. Two of which paid no attention to him, one that was preparing to leave, one that could no keep down a job, one that had skipped on going to university because the twin was in the hospital. And Zander was left with making the money those siblings needed. These people probably didn't have to work for much. Zander wanted to hit his head off a wall at his own stupidity. But, as he turned to leave, he spotted the bar. If ever there was a time when Zander could drink it was this. Just one drink He told himself, before walking over to the bar and leaning to the bartender.
"A Dragon Bleu, please" It was french vodka. Something his ex-girlfriend from Hogwarts had introduced him to. His english accent playing nicely on his attempt at french. After paying for the drink, he took the glass, gave his thanks to the bar tender and then turned looking out at the crowd of people. Zander took a drink and gave a small shudder as the alcohol passed down his throat, burning slightly as it did. He still was glad for it. It was as he was about to take a second drink that he noticed the owner of the club. Zander gave a small smile to the man. He walked over to him. "You've done a really great job, this party is great." Which was a little stretch considering that Zander had just arrived, and that he didn't seem too interested in the party itself. Zander took another sip of his drink, and returned his attention back to the floor, still cursing at how stupid he had been to think a party like this would be a good idea.
