paired {h.s}

part five

The one great thing about these fashion show things is the fact that there will always be, without a doubt, an extravagant after party. The down side of that is, they tend to be really high-profile with tons and tons of security all around.

Now, our challenge was to try and get into this event.

"Hello there, Mr Bouncer Man." Harry and I walked up to a huge security guard who was guarding the entrance, Harry totally approaching this the wrong way. "We'd like to get into this nice after party please."

The guy looked us up and down before letting out a slight laugh and glancing down his huge clipboard.

"Well, is your name on the list?" He sighed, making Harry freeze, unsure what to say next. Time for me to come in.

"Of course my name is on the list! Do you know who I am?" I faked an american rich girl accent and huffed, fixing the sunglasses positioned over my eyes. My eyes quickly flashed over to the name list on his clipboard and saw the first name at the top of the list.

Annabelle Gazero. She was the daughter of the famous millionaire, Freddie Gazero. They were like super famous and she got literally anything she wanted. I'd like to think she kinda looked like me too.

"My name is Annabelle Gazero and my daddy promised my boyfriend and I total fucking access to this afterparty!" I continued the accent, pretending to be very pissed off indeed. I peeped over at Harry to see he was slightly in shock.

The bodyguard's expression changed from unphased to very very embarrassed.

"Ms Gazero. So sorry, come straight in." He stepped aside in quite a hurry and watched as I planted my hand in Harry's and trudged through to the after party.

The hall in which the afterparty was being held had been decorated quite similarly to the fashion show, with the same brown and pink colour scheme present.

"You are fucking crazy." Harry muttered, once the bodyguard was practically out of sight. "What happens when the real Annabelle Gazero arrives?"

"We leg it. But 'til then, let's take a look around." The two of us stuck together, grinning and waving at different people there.

As we walked around, I began to notice the same brain-dead vibe coming from the waiters and ushers. Now, it was getting too spooky. Harry was faintly horrifyed, I could see it on his face.

After about 20 minutes of slyly scoping around, we were now next to the drinks table, trying to overhear a conversation between a young woman and a quite suspicious looking man.

"How long?"

"About 10 minutes and this whole place goes down."

"Then we'll have all these people understand our control."

I glanced over to see the glasses of what looked like white wine placed out on the table. I picked one up and examined it carefully.

"Ooh, white wine. My favourite." Harry picked up and was just about to drink it when I suddenly spotted a chalky substance at the bottom of his glass.

"Stop!" I gasped, quickly swiping the drink from his hand and putting it down before he could even take a sip.

"Hey!"

"Harry, we need to get out of here." I told him, pulling him towards a small fire exit which was barely in sight. Once we were out the door, I took a loud sigh.

"What's going on? What did you hear?" Harry exclaimed. We sat down in the cold, wet alleyway which the fire exit had led us to.

"I think they're planning to make more of those brain-dead models. Out of the guests at this afterparty." I ran a hand through my hair. "Could you project the video you took on the floor? I need to see it."

"Sure, I'll slow it down." Harry got right to it, fiddling with his glasses. Within a few seconds, the video was projected onto the ground before us, just as I asked.

The video showed the words 'Join Us' over and over again but they flashed so quickly that they'd only be humanely visible if slowed down. A pair of long numbers also appeared continuously as well as the the famous Janelle Cheri logo.

"Longitude and Latitude Co-ordinates. Typical." I sighed, typing the numbers into the spy GPS I had brought along with me.

"We've gotta call Red-"

"No." I immediately interrupted Harry's thought, tapping the side of his glasses to stop the video from playing and standing up.

The co-ordinates linked to a location somewhere in Camden, which was about 20 minutes from where we currently were.

"Hm, Camden. Great, let's go." I chirped, removing my tracker and earpiece. I stuck them on the wall we'd been leaning on and began to walk towards the main road which this alleyway led to, almost forgetting about Harry.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to the location that the co-ordinates gave? Duh." I stopped for a second to turn and give him a patent 'don't be stupid' look.

"Wait but, we need to call for backup first!" Harry jogged after me, his hand grabbing onto my shoulder.

What is it with people and asking for help?

"I don't need backup. I can do this myself."

"What about all those innocent people in there? Aren't we gonna save them?"

"It's too late. The drug would've taken effect by now and if we go back in there, they'll probably force us to take it or shoot us dead." I sped up my pace, making Harry jog on faster to keep up with me.

"Danika, I can't just leave you!"

I paused and turned around, my arms folded and my phone planted safely in my hand. I pulled up the uber app and typed in the details, tapping my foot.

"If you're gonna come with me, you've gotta remove your tracker and earpiece..."

There was a brief period of silence in which my stare switched from Harry to my phone screen multiple times.

"Decide quick. Uber comes in 2 minutes..." I rolled my eyes teasingly, tapping my non-existant watch to express my impatience and slightly trying to aggravate the boy.

"Fine." Harry sighed and did as I asked.

This'll be what I like to call, interesting.