Geek by Day

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

*~*~*

It didn't take long for the party to hit full swing. Nobody liked being fashionably late apparently, if the invitation said eight, then from seven fifty to eight ten the door didn't get a chance to shut and then you may as well barricade it for the next four hours.

I made my way noisily down the stairs in my new shoes. There were colourful feathers and beads hanging from my ankle that made a sweet jingle as I walked, a strange partner for my heavy footsteps in the oddly thick heels. I paused at the door frame of the living room, taking in the view of sixty ridiculously rich visitors to my house each with a glass of champagne in their soft hands.

My eyes darted about to find any of the four people I cared most about in the room. My heels stared again as I swaggered my way to the first one I found, my father. "Hi, Dad!" I called up to him, I put my hand on his black Versache jacket to steady myself. I went even further up on my toes and kissed his cheek. 

"Hello sweetheart, " He beamed and put his hand on my back, "I was just talking to Mr Arnold here about his son," I took a deep breath, but my mask stayed in place. 

"Yes," Mr Arnold boomed over the soft music. It was only soft to start though, at the night rolled on, the music got louder and heavier until it was almost like Clubland was playing.

"I was thinking I might have to start bringing him to these things. He's sixteen now, like yourself I believe?" He inclined his head toward me and I nodded in response, "And since you've been handling this oh-so-gracefully for years, I think he could benefit from taking a leaf from your book."

I smiled wider and nodded like it wasn't the last thing I wanted to hear right that second. I politely excused myself and they arranged a date to have their whole family over for dinner. Sounds awesome. I added silently. 

I pursed my lips together as I went back to looking over the crowd  in my un-homely house with the new furniture and the extravagant lighting. I had laughed when my mother told me that we were getting a crystal chandelier installed. It's just such a cliche! The rich family with the big house with a pool and a crystal chandelier.

It still made me giggle, but I had to admit it was pretty. I wanted to reach up and touch it. I imagined that it would make a sound similar to my shoes. 

The brown leather couches were occupied by couples discussing something very important by the looks of it. The high stools on the other side were empty, but glasses sat at the table.My eyes wandered to the skirting boards, had they always been black?

I hated this, my room had been made my own with my knick-knacks and photos and paint job but the rest of the house was an alien. I made a resolution to go exploring tomorrow but just now I had to check in with my mother. 

She had just thrust herself through the door that led through to the bar. I had only taken one step in her direction but I was stopped by an excited, "Alyssa!" I spun on my toes to see the third person that I wanted to talk to: Tira. 

She was a friend from Spain. Two years older than me but still close. I clocked her dress, the turquoise one that she had worn about six moths ago. I remembered it because I had borrowed it once, I loved being the same size as someone with a good taste in clothes. I had all the money in the world to buy them, but I couldn't do it right sometimes.

"Tira!" I piped happily.

She hugged me tight and I inhaled the familiar scent of the CTBA back in Madrid and a wave of nostalgia washed over me. She began speaking in Spanish to me and I happily chattered back to her in the same language until my brain felt too overworked. I didn't speak fluently, but I was okay. Good enough to get my message across but we were only in Madrid for a year and I went to an English-speaking school. "Ingles?" I pouted, Tira giggled. She nodded and I began to tell her about Jason.