Chapter 133
"Well... I just want you to myself, besides, I'm sure Roxy will refuse to dance to slow music. She's just not the type," Kyrah says.
"You want me all to yourself, huh?" I wink at her and she blushes.
"Oh, come on, stop teasing. Let's get something to bite. Roxy's over there," she says and I spot Roxy taking a bite of some shrimp. People all over are busy conversing hence the low hum around this place. Soft, orchestral music is still playing and it's soothing my ears.
"Is it good?" Kyrah asks.
"Best shrimp ever!" she says.
As Kyrah and I help ourselves, I notice that the others are nowhere to be seen, so it's just Kyrah, Roxy and I and a bunch of masked strangers. Just when we're done eating, some guy in a navy tuxedo approaches us and introduces himself as Prada, his code name for the night. So there's definitely got to be a Gucci out there, and a Fendi, maybe a Chanel and Louis Vuitton even.
"I've noticed you have two ladies with you, care to share one with me?" his eyes move in-between Roxy and Kyrah. Roxy scowls at him.
"I think I'd rather not spend the rest of the night with a guy like you," Roxy grunts and I hold back a laugh. His eyes move to Kyrah and my scowl hardens.
"They're both mine," I state with my chin up. "I don't 'share' with anybody. Particularly the one in red. Now fuck off bozo." I cross my arms in front of my chest and the guy's jaw tightens as he walks away.
"Guess we're both even. Men want me, and ladies want you," Kyrah says.
"But you belong together," Roxy whispers and I glare at her as Kyrah clears her throat.
"Guys! Is that Oprah Winfrey? Oh my God!... It's... It's her!" a girl from behind me squeaks and runs to greet Oprah who has her mask off. What's the point of having a masquerade party if most people aren't even wearing the damn masks?
"Aren't you two gonna run off to say hi to Oprah?" I ask.
"Meh! Not interested," Roxy says.
"I don't want to bump into that creep who just approached us," Kyrah says and I'm glad.
"I need a drink. I think I saw some punch somewhere around here," Roxy says as her eyes scan around.
"I think I'll have one too. Come on, Stone," Kyrah says and I oblige as we walk to the table where the punch is placed.
A waiter passes by and I ask,
"What kind of punch is this?"
He pauses and tries to steady the tray of flutes on top of his palm.
"It's Bajan rum punch, sir. Enjoy," he says and walks away. It seems like we're the only ones interested in the punch. Roxy picks a red cup and serves herself as we look at her.
"What? Oh, I get it. You guys want me to taste it for you. I swear if there's poison in this bitch and I end up dying, I will haunt you for the rest of your lives," she says and takes a moment to sniff the punch in her cup. She then shrugs and takes a sip. Milliseconds later she spits the drink back into the red cup.
"The fuck is this shit made of? Goat urine? Disgusting!" she spits and we chuckle, "If this is the kind of punch rich people drink, I pitty them, I bet my dad can make better punch!"
"Well you're rich too," Kyrah chuckles.
"Fuck you, Kyrah!" Roxy sticks her tongue out at Kyrah and I shake my head. An old lady walks to the table and I realize she was seated next to our table in the other dome. She'd tried to shut Maeve up a while ago.
"How is the punch?" she asks in a shaky voice.
"It's quite lovely, ma'am," Roxy lies and I frown at her. I shake my head vigorously disagreeing with whatever she's going to do next.
"Here, I just served this right now, you can have it, I'll just get another one," Roxy says sweetly and I clear my throat noisily, trying not to laugh. Kyrah is grinning in an awkward manner that simply shows she's uncomfortable with what Roxy has done. I bet Roxy didn't like how the lady kept scowling at Maeve and Kyrah at the table.
"Oh, thank you so much, you're such a lovely lady," the old lady says and walks away. When she's far from earshot, we let out a heavy laughter.
"You did not just do that!" I say.
"I did! She's been scowling at us since we arrived, she deserves it. It's just a little saliva that's in the drink anyway," Roxy shrugs.
"It was in your mouth for crying out loud, Roxy!" Kyrah complains. "We better get out of here before she comes back."
"Trust me, no one would want to come back for more of that shitty punch. I think I'll brush my teeth thrice tonight, it tasted so awful!" Roxy gags.
"Okay, okay. Let's go now. I just hope nobody saw what you did," I chuckle despite myself.
"You naughty, naughty child," Kyrah mimics the old lady's voice and we walk out of the second dome laughing.
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