Bonnie and Clyde (ON HOLD! Writer's Block.)

14. A Bloody Masquerade Pt1

"Depression is like a war; You either win or die trying."

It's been two weeks and we've robbed at least fifteen people. Some in the streets, some in their homes. We are in Florida now and the last people we robbed they got an invitation to a masquerade party. Of course we took since we need some time to relax. We have to rsvp though so I took the girl's phone too, only using it for the day and then getting rid of it. We stopped at a Sally's store and I bought a hair straightener. We then went to a mall and went our separate ways to but our outfits for the party.
I went into a store that's filled with dresses that could be for proms, weddings, or elegant parties. I went straight to where the burgundy dresses are and chose a strapless, mermaid dress that has a medium length tail. (Picture of the dress: http://i01.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/2048060061_1/Unique-Designer-Burgundy-Mermaid-Prom-Dresses-women-Long-Train-Flattered-Fitted-Red-Wine-Velvet-Elegant-Party.jpg). After trying on and purchasing the dress, I go to a store that's filled with heels. There I choose a suede platform heels (Picture of the heels: http://lghttp.17106.nexcesscdn.net/808773/magento/media/catalog/product/s/h/shoes-heels-ki-marleyblack_3.jpg). Then I go to a store that has different types of masks and costumes. I find a beautiful, white lace metal venetian masquerade mask, phantom style. I purchase it and leave with three different bags hanging on my arms.
I then go into a jewelry store and go straight to the silvers. I love shopping so much, especially when I find everything I want easily. I smile at the thought of it as I scan through beautiful necklaces. I find a waterfall, rhinestone choker with earrings (Picture of the Jewelry: http://i.ebayimg.com/t/Waterfall-Rhinestone-Crystal-Fringe-Silver-Choker-Formal-Party-Necklace-Set-/00/s/NzAwWDcwMA==/z/qnIAAOxy2CZTZze-/$_35.JPG). I take it and just as I am purchasing it Dylan walks up to me.


"We need to hurry, there's already some guards following me around." he whispers. "Alright, I just need to pay for these and I am done." I state as he cautiously looks out through the entrance of the store. "Stop looking so suspicious and paranoid." I whisper. "I'm trying." he replies. "Well it doesn't seem like it." I say as I take the receipt from the lady. "Lets go." I say and we quickly walk out of the store and into the parking lot. We pull out of the parking lot and drive around until we find a motel, once we do, we check in and go straight into the room.


We both let our bodies drop on the bed. Our eyes are closed but we won't fall asleep. We're both a bit paranoid. "This bed is so comfortable." I mumble. "Can we just stay here all day and night?" Dylan asks. "Nope, I always wanted to go to a masquerade party so we're going." I say as I get up. "I'm going to take a shower." I announce before smacking his butt. "You are too." I say and he jumps and follows me to the bathroom. After our little fun in the shower and then actually cleaning ourselves, Dylan got ready in the bathroom and I in the room since I didn't want him to see me until I'm fully ready. I brush my hair, then straighten it. I then use a clip to hold back some of the hair on the right side. I then slip on the dress and do my makeup; I don't usually put a lot, just a little of eye shadow, blush and eyeliner. Then I put on the jewelry and the heels. Once I am done I spray a little bit of perfume before announcing that I was done. Dylan walks out complaining that I take too long before he looks at me, really looks at me as his jaw drops.

As he gapes at me I check out his outfit. He's wearing a black and burgundy tux with black shoes. He took off his piercings and he looks so gorgeous without them. He has his right hand in his pocket and the other rubbing his chin a bit as he stares at me. "You look hot." I blurt out. "And you look sexy." he states. I smile as I walk up to him. "I think you look ten times better without your piercings." I whisper as I softly caress his left cheek. "Really? I think I look better with them on." he says. "No, you look way better this way." I smile. "Well you look better with your hair curly." he states. I smile and kiss his lips softly. He kisses back just as softly as I did before I pull away and open my Michael Khors side bag. It's big enough to only fit a couple of things so I put only one gun, bullets, the invitation, and a hair tie. Dylan slips his gun in his pants from the back, under his jacket. "Are you ready to go?" he asks and I nod, obviously filled with excitement.


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We arrive at the place about an hour after we left. We parked close to the entrance just in case if we need to make a run for it. We both put on our masks before exiting the car. Once we walk in there was a table filled with name tags. I pulled out invitations to see who we were pretending to be. "Our names are Jared and Lana." I whisper to Dylan. He finds our name tags and hands me mine. The lady at the table directed us to the room of the party and might I say it is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. The decorations were purple and black, in the middle of the room was the dancefloor and above it was a humungous chandelier with black and purple balloons surrounding it. Everything was beautiful.


"A little too much, don't you think?" Dylan whispers. "No, this is perfect." I say in awe. We look at then tables and see that we had assigned seats. We looked for our names and sat down. As soon as we do a girl comes up to us with a pin on her dress saying "Birthday Girl" in cursive. "I'm glad you two can make it." she smiles. "We're happy to be here." I smile as she hugs us. "This place turned out great." I state. "Of course it did since you helped decorate it." she smiled. "Of course." I say as I flip my hair. "You're silly. I'm going to ask the DJ to play our song and when he does I better see you on the dancefloor." she says and I smile as I nod. She walks away and I turn to Dylan. "What's yall song?" he asks with a smirk on his face. "We'll see." I sigh.


As I drink a little bit of the champagne that was already on the table I studied all of the guests so I know how to act around them. They all seem nice and fun, so I can just act like myself mostly. As I put the glass down the song DJ Got Us Falling In Love by Usher comes on. I quickly turn to Dylan and smile. "Lets dance." I say over the music. "I don't dance." he says as he shakes his head. "Well tonight you do." I say as I get up. "Nope." he says. "Come on, this is probably the only night we can enjoy and have fun without getting caught. Please." I beg and he finally gets up. We go into the middle of the dancefloor and I begin to grind my butt in him. As I do I move the rest of body along as his hands wrap around my hips. Half way through the song I turn around to face him as I continues to dance close to him. The song goes on to the next one and we stay on the dancefloor even though we didn't know the song. Then Fancy comes by Iggy Azalea and I get even more excited. The birthday walks up to me with a huge smile on her face. "Girl this is our song, he can wait for the next one." she says, shooing Dylan away. Her and I begin to dance with each other.

"Why did you change your dress?" she asks. "I, Uhh, dirtied the other one." I reply. "Oh well this one fits you perfectly and I liked how you and Jared matched." she says. "Who? Oh yeah!" I quickly say. She gives me a confused look but it quickly disappears. The song changes to Uh Ooooh by Lumidee. "One of our favorite twerking songs!" she yells. "Twerk?" I say with a disgusted face. I hate twerking, I think it's the most sluttiest dance ever. "Lana, we always twerk. What's up with you?" she asks. "Nothing, I just need to sit for a bit." I say and turn away but before I could even walk she grabs my arm and pulls me back. "I don't know who you are but I know you're not my best friend." she growls at me. "Fuck off." I growl back, anger taking over me. "You better not ruin my night." she says before letting go. I stomp back to the table and sit down. "What happened?" Dylan asks. "The birthday bitch knows." I mumble. "Then we need to leave." he says. "No, she's not going to tell anyone because she doesn't want her night ruined, but it wouldn't be fun if we don't let them know who we are before we leave." I smirk. Dylan smiles at me before asking "What's the plan?"