A Dinner to Remember ( ON HOLD )

Party Time

OK just so you all know ~ does mean a new pov. OK well lets continue...

I get into the limo after it being 30 minutes late. My suitcase was being loading for my with all my stuff but I kept my papers in a file along with an invite paper. The drive was an hour. Well an hour of silence for me.. No one to text and call. And the hour was the longest hour I've ever had to go through. 

Well I got there in one piece though. The party was at a huge mansion there was a delightful fountain in the front. I sighed. If this party is a target I'll only get to see this once. I walk into the massive building and there I was greeted by Sollux, our host.

He smiled and shook my hand and whispered into my ear, "I know you're the FBI agent here. Your father told me and 2o did that Ro2e girl. I have no problem with you undercover but no weapons here do you under2tand?" 

"Of course!." I exclaim and smiled, "I'll being seeing you later at dinner am I right?"

"Ye2" He spoke with a smile.

I walk further in and a butler takes my bag and leads me to my temporary room. It was a simple room. Nothing much different then the one back at home other then my house could probably fit in here. The was were a mint green colour and a dark brown carpeting on the floor. I had a little balcony outside the stunning glass door with an alluring view behind these in closed walls.

I smiled slightly. I love the outdoors. I walked toward it and looked around from the elegant, stone railing. There were only two, no three other balconies. A smile grew fully but then I saw it as I turned to walk back in. This place is so a target.  I looked at the gate that could lock anyone in or out. It was on the outside side of the door and it looked quite strong. As soon as it would shut I have a feeling that it won't be easy to get back opened again.

The sunset though. It's going to be a lovely view from my room. I sighed and rested my arms on the railing.

"So your the one that has my room." A Texan voice startled me. I heard a laugh and didn't even look back at who ever this was.

"It's rude to walk in on someone." I comment hearing footsteps grow closer to me.

"I know." It was a boy. And also a prick. A stoic prick. 

He propped himself next to me. He had longer blonde hair that curled at his ear and sideburns that were clearly shaved recently. This man had a red suit with a broken Album over the heart. He carried a very professional look other then. It was odd. He was wearing mirror shades. And he couldn't be but a year or two older then me. I mean I'm 23.. He still has a softly child look to him. 

"Are you enjoying your view of me kid?" he asked with a smirked.

I rolled my eyes and watched him turn his body to lean against the rail and he held out his hand. "Cause you must be new I'll introduce myself. Name's Dave Strider. And you are?"