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I walked into the office and stopped to be greeted by Archer who was looking better after his little accident a few days ago.
"Why aren't you looking nice," I commented, placing a hand on my hip looking him over.
"Yeah and thanks for saving me," Archer replied.
"No no. It's more Lana's doing," I replied, quickly. "So you really should be thanking her."
Malory walked out of her office and looked between us before her eyes landed on me. Her head cocked slightly.
"Alia, you are invited to my dinner party tonight," Malory stated, firmly and happily.
"Great but I don't have a date," I replied, sadly.
"You can be my date?" Archer offered. "As a thank you for driving me home a few times."
"I thought you were going to bring one of your hookers to join you?" I said, crossing my arms.
Archer scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and gave a sheepish smile. I rolled my eyes at him before I turned and went to my office. The day was about to get exciting.
—- Malory gave me permission to leave early since she too had to leave to get things ready for tonight's dinner party. I quickly rushed home since Malory wanted or insisted I'd come but also for me and Lana have our weapons on us. I changed into something more decent for the party but also an outfit that didn't reveal any of my weapons on me.
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I tucked my weapons away into my holsters and quickly left heaving over to Malory's apartment. I parked behind Lana's car again and went inside the building. I went to Malory's floor. I knocked on her door. She opened it and greeted me happily with a sigh of relief.
"Can you keep Utne company? I think Lana broke his fucking wrist," Malory says, almost breathless.
I nod slowly and force a smile at her. She opens the door wider and ushers me in. I step inside.
"Sure," I Agreed. "A special guest of yours?"
I turned and grabbed a drink from Cyril. I heard him call my name but I ignored him as I downed the drink and set it aside as I walked over to Utne. He turned to look at me. I greeted him warmly and tried to make small talk with him as he stared dreamily at my guns that were around my thigh and hips. Now I know why Lana nearly broke his hand off... This guy is into some really kinky shit or he's just a creep as is. I quickly changed the subject since I took note of Utne's posture that he was growing bored with the topic. He started to perk up when I asked about his interests before he could get into anything deeper Malory brought him some "calcium supplements" for his arm. I blinked as Lana walked past with an annoyed expression on her features. Utne dismissed the sex robot talked with Pam and Krieger. Utne was about to leave but Malory was trying to talk him into staying. Everyone was gathered around in a group drinking and talking. I brushed past the group and walked over to Utne. I placed a drink into his hands and linked my arm with his. I leaned close and flashed a flirtatious smile at him.
"Oh please stay Utne," I whispered, seductively. I reached up and unbuttoned a few buttons to expose more cleavage. "At least stick around to have a little supper."
A blush formed on Utne's cheeks as he stumbled over his response but agreed. Shortly Archer and his date walk in.
"Your not leaving are you?" Archer asked.
"No, I'm staying," Utne replies, quickly and flustered. "Thanks to a certain someone.."
His date came over and stole Utne away. Archer walked over to me and looked down at my open cleavage. I quickly redid the buttons and walked away from him before he could say a word. I walked over to the ground of people surrounding Malory.
"This party is taking forever..." I groaned. "And these drinks need to be stronger... If we wait any longer for the food people are gonna get drunk and not want to eat.."
I crossed my arms and watched as Archer became jealous of Utne for stealing his date. Lana caught Cyril staring dreamily at the blonde headed hooker. I went to pour myself another drink but a little stronger by sneakily adding more vodka. Malory gathered everyone around the table and placed, me, Lana and Archer on one end facing towards the kitchen. Malory lifted a small bell and rang it.
"First bell," She announced.
"Wow, I forgot how much I hated that.." Archer muttered, under his breath.
"Oh, that's right... I kept it on the nightstand and rang it whenever Sterling wet the bed," Malory admits.
"MOTHER!" Sterling hissed, annoyed and bitter about the memory.
Then Sterling started to yell at Woodhouse for sitting at the table. I kicked him under the table.
"Ow!" He groaned, and glared at me over the table. "What was that for?"
I looked at him sharply and he quieted immediately. I picked up my drink as Malory tapped hers.
"Utne a toast?" Malory asked.
"What? Oh! Sure," Utne replies.
Everyone lifted their glasses for a toast. Malory made a half-ass toast and told everyone to dig in. Everyone is about to eat, when Cyril notices an odd smell coming from the food. Utne assures everyone that the smell is normal as he offers a Elke a bite of his. After Elke succumbs to the poison, Utne is outraged, accusing Malory of perfody. I looked down at my own plate in wonder. Who had access to his food... the maid and the chef! As the dots connected in my mind. Gunshots rang out. I pulled my gun from my holster as I dodged the flying bullets making my way towards the kitchen door. I rushed into the kitchen only to find the maid and chef gone. I cursed under my breath. I ran a hand through my hair and grunted softly with annoyance. I turned and walked out of the kitchen.
"They are gone.." I stated. "Kitchen is clear."
"What is the plan now?" Lana asked Malory.
"I'll fetch a rug," Woodhouse offered, standing.
"No," Malory hissed. "That was gift. Besides we aren't going far."
We left Malory's apartment and walk over to her neighbours, the Beekman's. Archer was carrying his date and Cyril was carrying Utne's body into the apartment. I stayed outside to keep watch incase the Beekmans returned from wherever they had gone. I could hear them talking in the apartment and the heat coming from it as the group leaves the apartment and closing the door behind them. We returned to Malory's apartment to enjoy some nice Kladdkaka. I took a bit of it and giggled at the name as everyone around me but Malory laughed. Malory yelled for us to shut up. Cheryl was embarassed to admit she was laughing at the dead people they set on fire but at least Lana found it funny.
—- After everything in Malory's apartment was cleaned up everyone left heading home for the night. I hugged myself as Woodhouse half dragged and half carried Archer to his car.
"Would you like a ride home, Miss. Alia?" Woodhouse offered. "I don't think it would be wise for you to drive home after drinking so much."
"Maybe you're right, Woodhouse. I better not risk it," I replied, gently. "Thank you."
I moved and followed him to the car. My mind buzzed with the vodka.
