A Story of a Short Ending | T.R

Chapter 34 - Whiskey

Lana Del Rey - Cola

"Let's continue our conversation in a quieter space," Rosier smiled at the two men who he and Alden had been conversing with for the past 20 minutes no less.

They have been discussing everything from politics to the weather with the two gentlemen who joined them by the bar and the discussions started. The two were from neighbouring lands and received the invitations to the event due to their positions in the Ministry. They were not famous politicians but had some weight in the decision-making in the institution.

"With pleasure," Alden smiled and gestured at one of the doors by the side of the ballroom, which led into a dim lounge space.

The men moved through the dancing crowd, receiving a couple of shy smiles thrown their way. None of them were lacking in the looks department and the ladies at the event surely appreciated the beautiful sights. Sometimes they even themselves didn't know if they were there to raise funds or their egos.

"Please, continue." Alden gestured for the men to continue sharing the story they were in the middle of, as they entered the quiet space. A lounge room large enough to fit a couple of sofas, an alcohol cart and a table. The portraits on the walls kept a close eye on the visitors as their silent presence was strong enough to feel it.

"Ah, where were we? Right, the evening at the Ministry!" The taller man clapped his hands together, as a couple of blond curls fell onto his forehead, "As I mentioned, I haven't ever experienced anything like that yet."

They settled on the couches, the hours spent in vertical position were making themselves known, as the ball had already been ongoing for quite a time.

"Gentlemen, what do you say if I pour us some drinks?" The shorter man with a cut just as short, pointed at the alcohol cart by the nearest wall.

"Sounds like a great idea," Rosier, who fancied keeping his ass sat down, and nodded, accepting the offer.

"That would be great, thank you," Alden, the always polite socialite, showed his best smile, focusing back on the story they were being told.

He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but his memory was tingling in the back of his head as he watched the man in front of him and listened to him talk. He wasn't sure of what his mind was trying to remember, maybe he had met this gentleman before? Maybe he has heard his voice somewhere. It all was a blur, as his memory didn't come up with anything and he already took a liking to the man, who told great stories and was overall a good narrator.

The shorter brunette made his way to the alcohol cart by the wall, taking his time to investigate the alcohol presented. The bottles of various shapes and colours glinted in the sunlight that was still coming from the window even in the evening. A couple of minutes later he poured 4 glasses of finest whiskey and brought them over to the table in between the couches.

"The rest of the story is perhaps too inappropriate for me to tell." The blond chuckled, taking the glass of whiskey his friend set in front of him, "Wouldn't want to tell embarrassing stories of my fellows, they might vote me out when the next time comes around."

They shared a round of laughter, as they each took their glasses.

Alden was still laughing when he brought the glass up to his mouth to take a sip of what he knew was fine whiskey, Malfoy Manor offered nothing less. It was then that he smelled a different smell, masked in the richness of whiskey, too weak to notice for someone who didn't know it was there. Yet there he was, feeling the slight smell of poison that was currently swirling in his glass together with the drink he was about to take.