Within the cemetery gates, after admiring a few statues, he climbed into the arms of one of the angels, and laid there, sitting upon a spread book. A clove hung from his lips, and his eyes were dazed. A few spirits roamed around the edges. And he saw them. It had been a long night, and a hard day, and it was nearing midnight. An angel came to Clover and started speaking to him. He didn't much care for Angels, but he wouldn't reject their help or company. She spoke softly, and subtly. A woman from another world spoke to him as well, guesturing to one of the demons. He sat up suddenly, banging his head onto the Angel (the statue's chin). The alien woman took his hand and took him to one of the spirits on the outer edges of the cemetery. A small brown bag was on his back, which contained a minute amount of his poison, dark liquor. Which had nearly been consumed.

"I shouldn't go, but you're wrenching dragging, shaking me,
The more I give to you, the more I die,
You are the Perfect Drug, The Perfect Drug..."

"I see the truth when I'm all stupid-eyed, you make me hard when I'm all soft inside...

AND I WANT YOU!"

The alien woman pressed her mouth to his lips, and his arms wrapped around her torso. She started walking with him, her reptilian hand clenching his pale white skin. Choppy black hair hung a little past his ears, shaved a bit up his neck, his eyes were green. A four-leaf clover was behind his left ear. She looked for it, it had a deep memory. His eyes met hers, which were hazed with drunkenness and altered consciousness, mostly the latter, he really wasn't a drunkie or anything. His pale lips smiled, and he seemed to stand there, wondering what it was she wanted. Her taloned finger pointed to the moon, and he turned his head. She began to lift his shirt. "Is it a special night?.." He wonders aloud his voice like a whisper.

"No, I just want to hold you." She says and puts her head on his shoulder. She laid on top of him, staring into his green eyes which had a washed-out look to them, barely holding a color at all. She seemed upset. He rolled his head back, searching the sky, as he thinks of what to say. "What's bothering you, hon?" He asks. She spoke to him in another language, but he didn't seem to understand. He loved this woman. They had tons of fun months ago, while he was on a trip, she had a really fun personality. His hands ran over her thighs, clasping her to him at her hips, pressing her to his. She wanted to look through his bag, but that wasn't very polite. He closed his eyes, feeling her breath in his arms. She took a pen and paper out of his bag and started to write, and he yawned, covering his mouth. "Boring you?" She asks. He smiles and snaps out of it. "No.. Tell me what's wrong?" He tries to understand. "Options? You have none? I too don't have options.... Together we can? What are you talking about sweet heart?"

"I want you to live with me," She says, looking at him. "You're my best friend." She says to him, giving him a huge kiss. His eyes opened and he stared into her yellow ones. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her nearer, then gasped at stared at the sky. She started drawing on his chest, drawing symbols. He looked down and laughed, and well, it was all Greek to him. "What's that?" He points to one of them, and she answers him, and he thinks of a star system not-so-far-away, at least to Clover's mind. "Mmm, I missed you. It was so fun when I was tripping. I'd never have done stuff like that with a human. They'd have wanted the music that comes on the radio, and I'd have been too nervous to show them some of the things I showed you.." He trails off wondering what the fuck is wrong with him. "Well, not my friends. They thought they were "cultured" or whatever, drug addicts.." He shrugs. And then his heart hurts a bit. His fingertips ran over her scales, not in the least surprised that he found this woman. Or that she was attractive to him. He pressed his side of his face to the grass, the Earth, starting to come to his senses a bit. "I've been astral projecting a lot. I guess I just wore myself out.." He patted his ribs. "Lost weight...." Not that he'd had all that much to lose.

"I don't think I can live with you." He says, still half truly aware, still in his Clover dream-world. "All of this stuff in reality, I really find it hard to identify with. All of these objects, and technology, and people.. the people are the worst.. Am I just copying off other people saying that? I like animals though." Man he must've had something to drink. He thought he sounded unusual. "You want to live on Earth?" He asks her, curiously, and she shook her head 'no.' "Why?" He asks. "It's ugly," she answers.

"What does your planet look like?" He asks her. "Waterfalls..." She responds. And he had a vision of lots of forested areas. He squeezed her really tightly. It had felt special to him, the telepathy, that he was sure must be common between her species. Saurians.

"Hey alien boy."  a demon says walking up to him. Clover rubs his eyes and looks at it. It seems slightly teasing, but in a way a friend would do. "This is Jezebel." Clover says to the male. Manhe wished he could do this in front of other people. Just talk to things that no one else could see. They lived few and far between, folks like that. He thought the government would just kill them if they lived together. He'd seen it happen. Called medication causing suicidal thoughts. His parents had tried a few times but he was like old and shit now. He felt a bit sad suddenly, thinking of friends that hadn't quite made it to be his age. "You miss her don't you?" Asks Jezebel. "Mhmm.." It hurt a lot. "She was a human like me. I could talk to her about this weird stuff. Other humans don't see the things I see. She was different too. And she felt..dead...like me, as well." He frowned regretfully as he thought of her checking her pulse. Clover had thought it was funny. Now it was sad, and proof of a fucked up situation. He still sat up and cried about his friend at night. She was gone. Dead. Whiped off the face of the planet, a stone in the hearts of her friends. The girl had been beautiful, magnetic, and brilliant. Even if she had been sad, she still managed a smile, and had some of the most hilairious jokes. His thoughts winded down a bit.