The Gala

Fancy clothes and nasty drinks

The first person they saw was Catherine, her raven black hair was out of its braid, small clover pins dotted her bang line. Her clover green cocktail dress had bits of glitter on the skirt area. She wore brown ankle boots.
"You two need to get along, all we ever hear from the both of you is bicker bicker bicker. Take a load off, unwind relax take your mind off work"
Wyatt flinched at that last part. Ray was the next, it made him flinch more.
He said nothing. Just walked away.
Rhett was next. He took one look at Brandon and laughed pointing his finger at the blazer upon the blonde shoulders. It triggerd a growl to emit from the teen geniuses throat. Rhett himself was dressed in a white button up shirt a red dress coat and some brown dress pants it was all accompanied by some black loafers.
His mother stood talking to Gage's mother. Mrs. Anderson was dressed in a red pants suit. Her hair was pinned up in a bun and her makeup was clean.
"She got a a day off tomorrow because of the party, she was really happy"
Wyatt gazed at Gage's mother her long dark green dress, black heels, striking magazine makeup and super model hairstyle made her look red carpet ready. Just one thing missing.
"Where's May"
Rhett shrugged.
"Gage said she had a test tomorrow and didn't want to stay up real late"
Naomi was 10.
He nodded secretly knowing the true intentions.
Speaking of Gage…
He had a full blown tuex on.
It was a light greenish gray dress shirt, a dark green jacket, black tie, black pants and some black dress shoes.
He looked gorgeous.
"Hey Wyatt"
'ohshitohshitohshitohshit'
…
"Wyatt hello… Wyatt"
The stunt man was officially dead to the world.
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SLAP
He was snapped back to the real world.
Laura stood there triumphant look on her face as if she had just sent a man to his death.
He glared at her.
"Fuck you"
Slyly she replied.
"Wish you would"
Much to the dismay of they're friends, they started fighting.
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The night was dragging on a lot slower than he wanted it to. Larry gave them these masks they could wear during formal events. He hated it. Sipping at his (disgusting (no seriously who thought this kind was a good idea)) drink he began to look around, party guests mulling over their food/drink/both while heavily engaged in conversation, he spotted Rhett over by the buffet table stuffing his face as if it were the last meal he would ever have.
Scanning some more he found Brandon and Laura attempting some sort of conversation, he chuckled.
'they SO need to come out and say it'
The deeper he went into his drink the longer he stared…
Where was Wyatt.
He felt a tap on his shoulder.
Catherine.
"Oh hey Cath"
She returned the gesture.
"You bored too?"
He sniggered.
"Like a plank of oak I am"
A wondering look on her face.
"Really I'm more of a birch at the moment" they both laughed. She took a big swig of her drink. He gulped down and bit of his drink and let out a sound of disgust. She arched an eyebrow.
"What's up"
He looked at her cup.
"The drinks they're nasty" confused she grabbed his cup inhaling right over the rim. She handed it back to him and plugged her nose.
"Dude who the hell gave you beer"
He blinked.
"What"
Her jaw hit the floor upon seeing his blank expression.
"You don't know what beer smells like"
He shook his head.
"My dad doesn't drink and my mom prefers cocktails… or wine, no beer in the house" she followed as he made his way to a bathroom, dumping out the putrid liquid he threw away the cup. She interjected when he emerged.
"Your uncle drinks it" Gage nonchalantly shrugged it off, he grabbed a new cup when they reached the fruit punch.
"Not around us, if he ever did then I don't remember the smell" he poured some into the flimsy cylinderic container.
Giving up she walked with him towards the garden. Resting on the bench just inside the door Gage let out a sigh.
"Can we change the subject, please" Catharine huffed before gaining a small grin.
"Ok… let's talk about Wyatt"
He almost spit up his drink. He whipped his head around to her.
"Not. Out. Loud."
She laughed taking in the pleasure of her friends suffering.
"Fine I won't say how you realized that you're a Bi ass bitch who totally fell for Mr. Muscles McGee back there m'kay"
He was red, not from anger from embarrassment. He punched her in the arm.