Victor's mysterious Fangs

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Aria

"Cmon, let's get some punch," Robin encouraged me. We weaved through the bustling crowd, bumping skin with our fellows every now and then.

"Here," Robin finished pouring me a cup of punch and took the ladle to pour herself a cup. I took a sip and the inviting fruity taste told me I was in for another scolding from Vic.

"This is so spiked I can feel it," I complained.
"I need it," Robin whined.
I took another sip while Robin was occupied on making the feelings go away. We hovered around the punch table just so Robin could get more fucked up.

"Listen. Don't look to your 5," I really didn't want her to see what I was seeing.
"Is it him?" Robin asked
"Yes," I answered reluctantly.

She turned to see Arden with some girl we didn't recognize. "I told you not to look."

"Asshole," she cursed as she downed another cup.
"You're going too fast Batwoman," I snatched the cup from her but it was empty anyway.

Over the radio, Taylor swift was blasting, "I miss the old ways, you didn't have to change."

"Oh my god I love this song," Robin's mood changed. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Just dance with me," Robin screamed at me through the loud music. I couldn't say no. I wouldn't say no.

Our jaded friendship with the twins had become a mess since Robin and Arden had broken up. We shared stolen glanced with Ayden at school, but she had wandered off and joined another girl group. I think Robin being in distress pained me more than our little broken friendship.

"I CALLED MY MOM SHE SAID THAT IT WAS FOR THE BEST. REMIND MYSELF THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS!" Robin spun me around in circles, back and forth, screaming into my ear along with the music.

I couldn't help but to sing with her. To let her know she wasn't alone in her pain. "I cannot be your friend. I pay the price for what I lost and what it costs."

Robin appreciated the effort and we shouted along at the same time, "NOW THAT WE DONT TALK!"

Robin released the hold on my arm and swayed in the rhythm of the music. The tears trailed down her face, scarring her face with wet, black mascara. Robin screamed louder than Taylor Swift on the woman's song. She was in her own world, and I was saddened just by watching her. "I CALLED MY MOM SHE SAID TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST!"

Heartbreak. But she was handling it in a way that just made me laugh. That made herself laugh. She was using her arms in a wavy motion while she used her feet to walk back and forth. Almost like she was attempting to do Thriller, but with her own spin.

"I don't have to pretend I like ACID ROCK! Or that I like to be on a mega yacht, with important men who think important thoughts," Robin bumped her hips against mine.

"Maybe I am better off," I began, "NOW THAT WE DONT TALK!" Robin finished. Robin finessed my cup from me, drinking it before I realized what she was doing. "And the only way back to my dignity, was to turn into a shrouded mystery. Just like I had been when you were chasing me. Guess this is how it has to be." Then she tossed the cup at the back of Arden's head. I gasped, in total surprise, but she just pretended she didn't do anything and went about singing and dancing with me to the end of the song.

"You didn't do that," I tried to convince myself.
"I did though," Robin shrugged. "Should we get another?"

"You don't need any more," I giggled.
"If I'm going to be here for another hour, I need vodka. But I'm settling for some spiked punch, so congratulate me," Robin frowned.