Malibu Reel

MANSION PARTY: Part 2

Led lights are flashing in most areas of the large, luxurious mansion. Music is playing and people are either dancing, talking, eating, taking group selfies, or hanging out by the pool and jacuzzi.

Tara is in the hallway, making her way through the wave of people. She finally gets to the kitchen where she spots a tall blonde guy under the dim neon lights. His back turned, head nodding to the music.

"Max!" Tara yelled a bit over the song, getting his attention.

"What now?" Max said, annoyed.

"How many freaking people did you invite?!" The house is almost full! And that's saying something!" Tara exclaimed.

"Uh, I don't know. I guess people invited people." Max shrugged, soda in hand.

Just then Tara heard something shatter.

"Really?!" She yelled, before making her way over to where she heard the noise come from.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from the back.

Instincts kicked in and Tara elbowed the unknown person, causing them to let go. She turned around to finish them off, only to see Asher kneeling on the floor, clutching his stomach.

"Damn girl. Remind me to never piss you off." Asher said, looking up at Tara.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Asher." Tara said as she helped him up.

"No, no. I should of let you know it was me." Asher chuckled out.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I just need one thing." Asher breathed out.

"Yeah. Sure. What?" Tara asked, still concerned.

"This," Asher said before he grabbed Tara's face gently and kissed her for a while.

"Better?" Tara asked smirking.

"Better," Asher replied, smirking back.

"Oh, Tara!" Nebbie said as she made her way over. "I found the football team, throwing this vase. Where can I put it?"

"Um, somewhere in the dining room." Tara said, putting her hand on her forehead, tiredly. Nebbie nodded and made her way to the living room.

"You okay? You seem tense." Asher asked.

"I mean yeah. Look at this place. It's at full capacity, stuff is getting broken, Max couldn't seem to care less, I hate this song and-"

"Relax," Asher said smiling. "Come on." He said as he pulled her out of the crowd to get some peace and quiet.

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At the large front doors, Claira and Hilary are walking into the party.

"Hmm, not bad." Claira said as she examined the party, impressed with its turnout.

They made their way into the kitchen only to get accidentally bumped into by Max, who was laughing about something with the rest of the soccer team.

"Oh my bad-"

Max then stopped himself as he recognized who he bumped into.

"Hello, Max." Claira smirked, arms folded under her chest.

"Claira," Max said, looking down at her as he took a sip from his soda can.

"Great party. I almost didn't think it'd be as good as everyone was making it out to be." She said, still smirking.

"Yeah, this party is so fetch." Hilary said smiling.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that." Claira said, rolling her eyes at Hilary's comment.