Of course, the affect was completely ruined as I trip on the dragging hem of the dress. Will, of course, rushed to assist, but his obvious intoxication only caused us to go tumbling to the floor in a heap of ripped red satin and giggling clone. Righting myself, I stare at the splitting slit on the dress and groan. "Aw hell, he's gonna throw a fit."
Will looks at me curiously, as if I'm not making any sense, and One is just about herniating himself laughing. Even Randy seems to be having trouble holding back his own amusement. Luckily for the bimbos, they haven't been stupid enough to luagh, because at this point, I just might have popped their enormous fake boobs just for spite.
"Oh ha ha. Very feckin funny. This has been SUCH an auspicious start to thsi party. He's gonna bitch all night that I ruined his special outfit. Well, that or put me in something even worse."
One of the girls looks at me and pops her gum. "What could be worse than that color with your hair?"
Every male in the room's eyes widen as mine narrow to slits. Very carefully, I rise to my feet, steadying myself on the tall heels before I reply. "Well, I could be wearing this bald because someone ripped every fake platinum hair out of my head, now couldn't I?"
The girls look at each other, trying to decipher what I've said, and Will clears his throat, giving me a dirty look.
"Oh for...," I grumble to myself about clones and their stupid influence on me. "Fine. I won't scalp her. But she does have badly bleached nappy hair. And I still need to fix this thing before Fangy sees me."
One rolls his eyes and walks over to me, grabbing one of my legs at the knee. I look down at him in amazement, and he chuckles. A loud ripping fills the room, and I suddenly feel like I just stepped into a Mentos commercial as he rips the dress up my legs to just above a level that I would have considered decent. Yeah, imagine where that might be since we're judging it by my decency standards.
"Does it look okay?"
The lack of answer causes my to spin around, looking down at the bright red silk, making the devil tail and long red scarf fly out from my body. When I look up, the guys are blinking rapidly, as if someone has just smacked them in the face with.... I don't know maybe one of those big fake boobs. My face turns as red as the dress Fangy's making me wear as I ask again, "So it's okay then?"
Will approaches me, smiling slyly, and reaches from my hair, straightening the horns carefully. Suddenly, I'm awfully aware of just how little this get up covers now. I fidgit a bit, staring at my shoes as if they hold all the answers in the world. He lifts my chin in his hand, his warm eyes gazing into mine, and I chuckle at the lack of clarity in them.
He's about to comment when Fangy strides into the room, his eyes sliding from me to Will, to the ripped fabric to the strippers. Giving me a decidedly filthy look, he sidles over to the girls, giving them his trademark smile. "What's all this then, boys? Who're these lovely ladies?" He flashes a fang at them playfully and they giggle.
My eyes snap away from Will's and I bend to pick up the silk, stalking out of the room. I hate jealousy, and I hate that it was used against me even more. What I hate the most is that I just punished Will because Fangy was being an ass. Which possibly makes me a bigger ass. Sighing, I turn back to the room, noting that Will's still standing there looking at my back as I walk away.
I could be a pain in the ass and make a big show, but for once, I just go with the simple. Reaching my hand out to Will, I say quietly, "Come hang out with me while I wait for more guests."
His smile could light up the room as he takes my hand, seeming to have sobered up enough that he notices that I'm not making a big to do for anyone to see, but I really just want to spend some time with him. Course can't say that I'm all good ness and light... I've never seen Will this tipsy, and I'm going to have a fabulous time finding out how much fun it is.