Well I'm taking off in the dust, To Sonora; Getting shot at is better than none, In Sonora - Can't tell where I'd be without, Or live two days without two doubts, I, Can't go without Sonora.
SONORA / SPENDTIME PALACE
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"How many sugars, dear?"
The icy blue eyes that belonged to Oliver Williams met the woman's dark ones, as he offered her a small, though forced, smile.
"Two, thank you." He replied, voice monotone as he leaned into the leather chair. Bringing the palm of his hand to his face, he leaned his cheek onto it, bored.
"It's always a pleasure to have you as our guests." A tall, beautiful woman spoke, dismissing her servant before fixing her posture and straightening her dress. Her eyes locked with a figure beside Oliver.
"The pleasure is all ours." Harry Williams replied with a smug smile, giving the woman a look - over as she brought out a fan and started cooling herself. Giving his father a side glance, Oliver simply rolled his eyes before subtly looking to his left, where George was examining some porcelain figures that were placed on the shelves. The curious look on the brunette boy's face could only mean one thing - one, if not all of the figures, were going to be broken in a short matter of time.
"Josie was very excited upon hearing about your arrival." The woman spoke, her voice soothing. "She couldn't stop talking about it!" She laughed, throwing a glance to her right, where a red - faced Josie sat.
" Shut up, you blabbering woman." Josie scolded her mom through her teeth, jaw clenched. Her gaze turned towards Oliver before softening. She relaxed in the chair, evening out her beautiful pink dress. It looked brand new, from what Oliver could see. They seemed to live a pretty wealthy life - well, not as wealthy as the Williams, hence the Pyes' sudden urge to befriend them.
Oliver could read the two like a book, unlike his father, whose eyes wandered down to Miss Pye's cleavage that was squished in the tight corset that was wrapped around her dress. She fanned herself slowly, and they bounced. Clearing his throat, Oliver averted his gaze when the noise of glass being broken echoed around the big room.
"Shit." George mumbled under his breath, and Oliver threw Miss Pye a guilty look.
"I'll go take a look at what he's doing over there." The blond teen said, excusing himself as he walked away from the three and to his friend, who tried to piece together the porcelain figure.
"We need to get the fuck out of here. Right now." George whispered when Ollie approached him, taking the figure from his hand as he pretended to inspect it.
