I've never been happier then that whole month. Not even the worst news could dampen my mood.

I was married. My fake husband was now my real boyfriend, who had feelings for me. Merde, I could've skipped around the whole city. I wasn't used to Vince showing me affection, but I wasn't complaining. Although it was odd, that he was with my sister before. I now had a glimpse of what she was doing while we were completely oblivious to what she was doing and where.

But since me and Vince were happy, I decided to shove the thought down enough to not think about it. Since we got back Mr. Waters kept his promise, but instead thought it was a good idea to turn it into a party, but not your ball type party, a frat type party.

With my nose in books most of my life, The thought of going to a party never crossed my mind.

"Hey-" a warm hand laid on top of mine. I snapped out of my thoughts, turning from the car window look over to Vince looking at me confused. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I've never been to a party." I frowned looking back out the window to see we were there. I wasn't even surprised to see his house three times bigger than the average home.

He lightly played with my fingers as I drew my attention back to him. "It's fine we'll be in and out, I would feel bad if we didn't come." My eyebrow quirked up at what he said.

"You- feeling bad?" I threw my head in a fit of sarcastic laughter. His hand gripped the sides of my jaw and pulled my head down to face him.

"You're funny, get out the car." He narrowed his eyes playfully then promptly let go of my face. I rolled my eyes, opening the door and stepping out of the car.

I wore a silver sequence Spaghetti strapped tee paired with jeans and black chunky heals. My coils straightened.

We walked up the drive way with people standing out in a line. There was even a bouncer deciding who and who not to let in. Vince softly grabbed my hand and led my past the countless people and to the bouncer. The big guy turned to us, more specially, Vince and immediately opened the door.

I was over whelmed with bright colorful lights bouncing around as people all moved to the fast beat of the song that was playing. I turned to my right seeing a full bar with bartenders serving people drinks. Past the group of dancers, were- dancers on poles.

I've always found pole dancers interesting. I couldn't stay in the pole for half a second. But seeing them in real life, my cheeks grew hot and I was relieved that my brown skin tone covered some of the redness.

"Mon dieu, is this a party or a club." I turned to Vince as I took a step closer to him as a felt Something swipe behind me. He's body vibrates as he slightly laughed.

"It's okay It's Your first one, now let's go find Daniel." He swerved through the bouncing bodies with me hugging to his side. I was intrigued, none of the less, but dancing drunk isn't my thing. It was sad to say I wasn't an out going person.

We shortly stopped seeing Daniel dancing on top of his table shirtless with a bottle of vodka in his hand. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world about anyone or anything and I kind of envied that. I've not seen this side of Daniel, given that I only met him twice, and both times him acting professional in a suit. This seemed like a college student partying knowing the fact he has a midterm tomorrow.

"Daniel." Vince yelled up at the dancing figure. His eyes were closed as he moved around. Vince then let go of me and shook the table. Daniel jumped startled stopping his movements.

His head tilted down to us and a bright smile spread across his face. Slight mischief flashed through his eyes.

"Liam! Azalea! The two guests of honor,welcome welcome." He drunkenly picked up a microphone from the end of the table and put it near his mouth. "Ladies and gentlemen, the guest of honors are here! Let's give em a night to remember!" He yelled continuing in the r as people cheered. His gaze went back down to us as he winked before hopping down off of the table.
"Enjoy yourselves, mostly you, Liam." He shot another wink and stumbled into the sea of people.

People started to party harder and I was amazed. Vince rolled his eyes at his friend and then led us over to the bar. I plopped down onto the cushioned barstool.

The bartender walked up to us and asked what we would like. I pursed my lips not familiar with alcohol.

"Uh, tequila on the rocks with lime?" I said off the top of my head. It's the only thing I could remember and I didn't even know if it tasted good. 

I didn't know you knew your drinks, I'll have a old fashion." A small smile cracked on Vince's face as he sat next to me.

"Ha- I don't." I chuckled, fumbling with the napkin in front of me.  The glass sliding front of me. It seemed harmless, but I knew better.

I took a sip and my eyes lit up.
"Wait this is good." I took another sip rolling the taste in my tongue. The slight burn didn't bother me.

"Lets just hope you're not a light weight." He slowly drank his old fashion. We sat there in each other's presence in content, the music blasting in the background. Our bubble was disturbed when someone ran into Vince with a drink, spilling a colorful drink on his light washed pants.

"Shit, dude, my bad." The guy slurred looking down at the mess. I could tell Vince was struggling to keep his temper cool and got up. He stepped into the man's space leaning down to his height.

"Go before I do something I won't regret." The guy turned quickly around disappearing into the crowd. Vince let out a deep sigh before looking back over to me.

"I'm going to go clean this up, stay right here." He left to probably a bathroom.

"Okay-" I whispered seeing his retreating form. I spun back around to the counter now alone. "Uh Can I have another one of these?" I pointed down to my glass. Shortly after saying that he slid another one to me and I thanked him.

Three more drinks later, I take back being drunk isn't my thing. I felt so laid back and had no filter. It was almost liberating with the slight buzz tumbling through my body.

"This- this is the best drink." I whispered to the bartender. "délicieux" I tapped the glass with a lazy smile on my face.

Someone slid next to me and I flipped my head over to their direction. It was a guy with dark brown hair that was tied into a man bun. I watched him as he tipped his finger up at the bartender. I gained his attention as he turned to me with a smile.

"Hey." He said looking over me.

"Sup-" I saluted sipping my drink. "I'm Azalea." I traced my name on the wooden counter.

"Lance." He faced his whole body to my side. I followed his motion having us end up knee to knee.

"My boyfriend has been gone for like- an hour." I absently stated. "Wait- I mean husband." I corrected myself pointing toward Lance. I took a closer look at his features then hummed "You're attractive, I have a friend named Lilah-" he began to laugh and I stopped my sentence short. I frowned at him as calmed down.

"You're drunk and you're trying to set me up with your friend? That's cute, but I'm gay." He looked at me like he hasn't seen anyone like me. What could is say, I'm unique. We spent the next thirty minutes talking about anything that would pop up in my drink mind and he went along with it.

"I find to need hubby." I pushed myself off of the seat. I tripped a little before trying to squish through the crowd. I was stopped when a hand wrapped around my arm gently pulling me towards them.

"You are not fit to go out there alone. Look we'll go around okay?" I nodded and held onto him for balance as he walked us around the crowd.

We seemed to be where the dining area was where people had every and anything on the table. To abandoned beer pong to articles of clothing thrown, but spotted the familiar silhouette of Vince seated at the end. I friend seeing another figure I couldn't quite tell who it was.

"Thatta way mon amie." I pointed towards the two forms. When we were behind Vince I tapped his shoulder. He turned around with a pissed of expression, like it's been embedded there for awhile. He recognized it was me then dropped it replacing it with concerned.

"Hey amour, comes to find out- I am a light weight!" I opened my arms up, taking them off of Lance causing me to lose balance. Lance caught me before I fell and hauled me back up. "I made a friend, he's gay." I smiled, bobbing my head towards my sober friend.

"Shit, Az I didn't know I was gone that long. How much did you drink?" He stood up quickly from his seat lifting my weight from Lance. I saw him glare at Lance, so I pinched his arm. "Ow" he snapped his head down to me.

"he kept me company you dick head." I regained my balance and stood on my own. "Who were you even talking to this-" I looked over his shoulder and I sobered up quick.

The girl sat there staring back at me with the same colored eyes as me. Her coiled black hair tucked neatly into a braid. Her caramel skin tone identical to my own. Her features similar. It was hard not to recognize her, even drunk.

"Adeline?"