Hazel rolled her eyes, going walking into the dark wine cellar. With a sigh, she turned on the light. Soon the small wine cellar was filled with light, bottles of wine and whiskey one wall and bottles of champagne and beer on the other wall. With a sigh, Hazel picked up two bottles of wine and three bottle of champagne. She quickly turned off the light and went back upstairs to the living room. She set them down on the counter and went to her room. Inside the only place of calmness and solitude. She let out a sigh of relief luckily avoiding Mia's loud, happily yells of how awesome the small party was gonna be.
Tris was with Whitney at rehearsal for the Grammys. The ceremony was a week and three days away.
Hazel wouldn't have been in such a bad mood if she had told her the day before, she could handle a decision 24 hours before but literally hours before was kinda a stretch. Being spontaneous was good thing but this was a bad side of it. If there was one thing Hazel hated more than Mia herself at times, it was her uncanny ability to make last minute plans.
"This is the third time in two weeks." Hazel grumbled," She keeps this up, she'll have to start paying for her little parties." The DJ looked in her full body mirror and studied her outfit on last time. She wore a white collared shirt with with little mini pizzas all over it. On the collar were the words, Pizza King in gold letters. Black jeans, brown belt with a silver buckle and yellow Tim's with gold laces and a gold watch on her arm. Sitting on her head of curly, black hair was white bowler hat with a yellow band. The hat was tilted back as usual. She nodded her head," Lookin' nice bro."
"You sure about that Hazel Mars?"
The DJ rolled her eyes," Shut the hell up."
"Don't hate cause I'm right." Mia added with laugh, going back to her room.
Hazel went back into the living room, pulling out her phone and connected it to the beats pill on the glass bookshelf. It was red instead of yellow because Mia said," It was too much of Hazel going on in the house already. We need something other than yellow and gold up in this house."
Hazel laughed," Maybe this party won't be a bust after all." She looked at her watch, eyes studying the ticking second hand as her mind easily calculated the time," Pizza should be here at eight thirteen, Whitney, Janet and Tris should be here at eight fifteen. And as for Mariah..."
Bing.
She smoothly slid her phone from her right back pocket, a text from the twenty-three brunette singer. It read,
Hazel, can I ask you something?
The DJ raised an eyebrow, her curiosity had quickly and easily peaked. She quickly texted back,
Yeah, was is it?
Mariah: I know this is too soon but can I stay at your place tonight? I don't feel safe going home alone.
Hazel: Tommy might follow you I presume?
Mariah: Yeah...
Hazel: No problem. Want me to pick you up from the studio or you comin' over?
Mariah: I'll be over around 8:15-ish.
Hazel: Cool, see you soon.
Mariah: Thanks Hazel.
Hazel: No need to thank me. Your safety is all that matters to me at this point.
Mariah: Such a gentleman huh?
Hazel: What can I say. A lady like you shouldn't have to deal with men like Tommy.
Mariah: See you later Haz.
