This Thing Of Ours

Montanari

Me and the girls position ourselves at the bar. Every once in a while a guy comes and asks one of us to dance, but the three of us just turn them all down and resume drinking.

The Italian's image still lingers in my mind but its slowly fading because of the amount of alcohol I consumed.

I should stop drinking

I silently laugh at this because who am I kidding.

"What are you laughing at" Thea asks.

"We should stop drinking" I say while taking another sip.

Thea stares at me for a second and then starts laughing.
"Yeah that was funny, good one Addy"

"Eve is going to kill you both" Jade mutters.

Surprisingly Jade isn't the least bit drunk. I noticed that she didn't drink the amount Thea and I had though.

"You know what we should do?" Thea says

Me and Jade look at her waiting for her to continue.

"The Italians we saw earlier. We should do them"

Jade laughs and I choke on my drink.

"Sorry T, but i'm married" Jade pats my drunk sister on the shoulder.

"Its okay you can let your husband join"

Yeah Thea definitely had enough.

"Sorry little sis, but the only Italian I do is Italian food" I say

Its true! The best orgasms come from pizza and pasta.

"Party poppers" Thea slurs and then her head falls on the bar.

The party continues and there are now even more people dancing than earlier. They're all probably drunk. My mom's still socializing and thanking people for coming while my dad had disappeared a few minutes ago.

Family members come to greet us every now and then. Our older aunt mainly came up to us to praise Jade on her marriage and successful life. She kept shooting me and Thea dirty looks when she was flaunting over Jade because we're still not "Honorable women" yet.

What Century did she get lost in

Marriage isn't going to be on my list anytime soon. I'm just not ready to tie myself to someone, even if I find the one.

I see my dad making his way towards me and the girls with a serious look on his face.

My dad, Alexander Gonzales is quite good looking for a man his age. Mom always says that dad's best feature is his cerulean eyes which I proudly inherited from him.

His hair could use a trim though

"Something wrong" I ask my worried looking dad.

"We need to talk" He said seriously
"Come lets go" My dad wouldn't lose the serious face or the frown and i'm starting to get worried.

I leave the girls behind and trail after my dad as he leaves the crowded ball room and heads to the elevator.

"Dad you're scaring me"

My dad doesn't answer me. He just hits the floor's button silently and we ascend to his suite I figure.

The elevator's doors open when we arrive to the intended floor and my dad still hasn't told me whats going on.

We arrive at the room that is guarded by my dad's two best bodyguards and surprisingly there are four other bodyguards there that I haven't seen before.