Our Secret Dream 2

H3n Party...Part 2

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With my exit clear I walk through the crowd of people surrounding the stripper. I don't think I have ever seen girls literally turn into hunters so quick as I have just now. Dixie and Amelie are by far the most chilled two from our pack excluding me of course. Whilst they watch in both horror and amusement I head away from the group and over to the bar. Seeking the attention of a bartender to order myself and them a drink. Can't have everyone completely dehydrated by the end of the night, especially when we have to fly out to Hawaii tomorrow morning. I really can't believe that in less than 37 hours I'll be married to the love of my life.

'What can I get you to drink, sweetheart' the bartender purrs his eyes focusing on mine. As his hand scrubs the counter top in circles with a small blue rag.

'A bottle of champagne with six glasses, a whiskey on the rocks and a pitcher of iced sparkling water to booth 1.' I place my order as my head nods slightly in time with the best of the music. Turning around I look back out at my friends screaming and laughing as they watch Charly dirty dance with the stripper. Laughing I turn back around, coming face to face with the bartender. Seems he didn't move at all from when I placed the order. My brows crinkle together slightly as I wait for him to back away from the counter to start making my order.

After a long pause he speaks, breaking the weird and awkward atmosphere. 'Sure thing, sweets.' With a sigh I slide onto a bar stool. Watching how some of the other bartenders greet customers. All of them adding their own personal touches to their introductions, in the hopes that it will get them a large tip. Ranging from calling them sweetheart to Miss/Mr. With a smile I climb down from my stool and head up to the stair case that leads up to our booth. Time to sit back relax, hydrate and enjoy the sound of killer music.

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A few minutes later and the bartender from earlier arrives with our drinks. I greet him with a friendly smile as he places the champagne in the ice bucket, along with six flutes on the table. He puts the large iced pitcher of water in the centre of the table. Leaning across I lift up the pitcher and pour some water into one of the frozen glass tumblers, trying to ignore his now intense gaze. I lift the glass to my lips, savouring the feeling of water as it coats my lips before gliding down my throat. My eyes flutter closed for a brief moment before I place the glass back on the table. Unaware of how intense he'd become, with his hand outstretched with my whiskey. I look between him and the glass unsure if he is going to put it down on the table like the others or if he wants me to take it from him. After an awkward pause he places his tray down before stepping closer to me. Resting against the arm of the leather sofa. Now closer he leans down again, holding my drink out to me.

'Thanks' I whisper as I take the drink from him trying my best not to touch him. I don't want to give this weirdo the wrong vibe or impression. 'Here's my card, call me if you want to have some extra fun later. You know before you tie yourself to that one man.' Holy shit. The audacity of this man. He actually thinks he's gods gift to women! Oh hunny you gotta learn who to loyal queens are over the stray girls.

A Queen will spend a life time searching for her true love, the other half to hers - bringing the two half's together to make a whole. It's only when that connection is made that a Queen with find and poking her King. Linking them together in more ways that one. To stray away from her king would be to wound, kill or punish herself, something she would never do! the person who she can share her life with.