Dinzel

23// Party

{Marian}
Preparing party food is probably the hardest yet most exciting thing I've ever done.

Night parties. It has become clear to me that the prince loved them.

Dark sky, party lights, the loud music, girls, lots of them. Many drinks, alcohols of different kinds... it all made the night.

I wore a black dress reaching my knees. The princess insisted on me wearing it. It wasn't fitted, I had no intention on drawing attention to myself. It was short sleeved with a black layered net skirt. I liked it.

My feet were covered with black flats and a black belt around my waist.

After the whole incident with the king, the queen decided to take the king out for some treatment so they haven't been in the castle for some days.

Back to the party..

Rachel and all the prince's friends were present, including the one always making crude comments.

The prince wore all black; a black T-shirt, black jeans and black boots. The only colour on him was his beautiful dark purple hair.

After the prince tied his jumper around my waist, I couldn't stop my thoughts from drawing him in.

I cleaned up and when the day was over I couldn't stop sniffing the jumper.

The smell was divine.. so undescribable but I loved it. I knew I had to return it though, but I didn't get the chance.

While returning it, I knew I'd have to thank him- properly -for all he's done, so this ridiculous cycle between us can end.

He said he's forgotten about the kiss and it's high time I did the same.

"Give me some 'axis' please," one of the guests said to me and I made my way towards the counter with my empty tray.

{Bruce}
The number was satisfying, the music had my adrenaline pumping but I wasn't in the mood for my mad stunts.

Jimmy, Jude and rest of the guys made it. We all sat together at the large table talking about shit.

I know I called for the party but I wasn't really getting what I wanted from it.

Jude had some whore sitting in his laps. And no, I don't take back the abusive remark. She had the longest false lashes and a dress that could fit a thirteen year old. The gold was too much and it was obviously not holding up her breasts properly, one wrong move and I've seen it all.

Our table wasn't boring, the guys had some drinks ordered but I refused to have any.

Not because I wanted to remain sober, but I just didn't know what exactly I wanted.

I pulled out my phone and began to surf, looking for nothing in particular.

"Come on Bruce!" Jude shouted over the music, "have some beer. Get crazy."

"I'm good," I answered shortly, trying not to get blinded by the whore's dress.

"Oooh," Zack slurred, "He has plans for tonight. Doesn't wanna ruin things... I see." His eyes were barely open.

"Drex just texted," Noah stared at his phone, "He'll be back tomorrow."

"Took long enough," Jude smiled.

"Any orders," the soft voice drew us out of our 'conversation'.

It was her.

She looked stunning, in the black dress, but something about her was much more attractive. It had to be the way she had her hair curled.