Champagne Lovers

Bottle Pop

People are laughing.

Dancing.

You can hear the screams of joy coming from the backyard.

Elegant, they said.

Maybe people took that a bit to seriously.

Some people are wearing ball gowns, and the silk long gloves.

Even the heels.

The perfect New Year's Eve.

The champagne and wine perfectly aligned on the dining table.

"Come on! The ball is gonna drop"

A boy comes up to me, he's about 5'3. His hair is a floppy mess. His curls bouncing when he walks.

His eyes reminding me a gem stone.

He grabs my hand, me following slowly behind him.

Everyone is gathered around the tv.

"12, 11, 10,"

They all count.
Voices sounding like mice getting attacked.

I see a boy, over by the champagne.

The bottle in his hand.

He has a smug smirk on his face.

My focus is on him, and him only.

Something about him, so mysterious. Like at any moment, when the bottle pops.

We'll snap.

"5"

He walks closer to me.

"4"

Even closer.

"3"

A few more steps...

"2"

Closer than ever.

"1"

Bingo.

Everyone screams but shortly gets interrupted by the loud noise of the bottle popping.

Everyone's focus on the boy with the snake eyes.

"Are you enjoying the show?"

He says sarcastically to everyone.
They immediately look away.

"Want some?"

He's wearing a suit.
Black silk, something different.
A tie that's to tight around the collar of his under shirt.
And to top it all off, a gold watch.

Of course that catches my eye.

"I'd love some"

He takes my hand and kisses it.
What a cliché.

He brings me over to the table with the wine glasses.

As he's pouring it, I watch him closely.

'Never trust a man pouring your drink'

My fathers words repeat in my head.

"Here you are my lady"

I smile at his attempt to be classy.

Although, he's definitely acting like he's from 50s.

When I turn around taking the drink, my smile fades.

The smile is all apart of the act I play.

'My role'

Play nice, be friendly.

And never trust anyone.

Oh, and of course, never fall in love.

I don't see myself having a problem following those rules.
Especially the 'not falling in love' rule.

I have no tine for love.
Or even dating.

How else would I stick to the plan if I have a man behind me every minute?

I wouldn't, because men cause distractions. And problems.

By the time I get out of my head, I notice that he's where he was all night.

The wine and champagne table.

It fascinates me that he has such an interest in wine and champagne, although it could be an act.

Perhaps, he's hinting something.

In the buisness my father works for, when your looking for someone who's doing the 'dirty work' too, you hand them things that signify as something apart of the buisness.

Such as, champagne and wine.

Or maybe I'm just overthinking.

'Always trust your instincts'

My fathers voice plays in the back of my head.

I don't want to risk him finding out about the plan.

Then it hit me.

If I get to know him, become 'friends' I can find out if he works for my dad. Or at least has something to do with this whole thing.

Then ask the question.

If he says no, I'll take care of him.

By now the party died down.

Just a few people dancing, and the snake eyed boy at the table.

I'm standing by the door.

I hope this works out.

If not, who knows what will happen.

I sip my drink, looking around.

When I notice...

Snake boy is gone.