An eye for vengeance

15

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(Quackitys POV)

The ballroom was full of people dressed in their best blacks - mainly the rich.

The aroma of wine , and the sweet smell of tobacco lingered in the air, yet nobody seemed to mind. They were used to it by now.

Groups wear huddled around wine tasting tables or poker desks laughing with their friends or foes, it hadn't mattered.

What did matter, was at my own party, I was alone. My very own engagement party, to celebrate the never-parting of me and my fiancé, who wasn't even bothered to turn up.

It's a shame he couldn't see my perspective of things, but perhaps I was just deluded.

A mass of blond hair in a black suit approached me once again, "Sir?"

"Punz."

"There's someone at the blackjack table who's just beat your personal best."

I grimaced. "Show me there, the fuck?"

The man who had beaten my record, enclosed his face in a black eye mask with gold lacing. He had brown curly hair, cut short. He was tall, and smothered with people cheering him on.

"Señor Presidente!" The man chuckled, and I smirked back. "And you would be?" I spoke.

"Seńor Gold."

"Your skill is very much adored," I gazed in his direction and his eyes met with mine, half lidded.

"Thank you sir."

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(Wilbur POV)

My head throbbed against the concrete pavement whilst I took in my surroundings. Shops, people, daylight, cars.

I sat up, slowly starting to realise my absence of my blazer, tie, and wallet. I groaned, and pick up my phone to reveal 40 missed calls, fundy, Phil, techno, and jack. Wonderful.

I picked myself up from the pavement , head spinning, and kicked the bottle of Prosecco I had fallen asleep with. My phone rang again, and I looked down to see it was techno, so I picked up.

"Hi?"

"Wilbur Jesus Christ ! Where are you?!"

"I- I- what? I just- went on a walk to clear my head!"

"Come to Phil's, fundy and tallulah are here waiting."

Techno ended the call, and I heaved myself off of the concrete, feeling the hangover hit me as I walked back home.

Worst part of it, was I couldn't remember a THING about last night, which could be a problem in the long run, but the Prosecco bottle on the floor tells me enough.

***

I collapsed on the sofa at Phil's, and tallulah instantly wrapped her arms around me, fundy standing with his arms crossed next to techno.

"Papa!" She yelled, and I flinched. The front door opened again, and jack walked in, guilty faced, but washed, and dressed unlike me.

Phil looked at us both, and called on Tommy. "Tommy, take tallulah upstairs." The blond nodded and led my girl upstairs.

"Where do I start.." Phil teased, before raising his voice above normal level. "Wilbur, what is this?!" He shoved his phone into my face, and there stood myself in a mask, and Jschlatt next to me, arms around each other doing a shot together.

"Ah."

"Yeah! Ah Indeed! You want to explain to me, and your son what happened yesterday?! He's been worried sick!"