If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so
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Gods, papay fruit honestly had never tasted better and as he took a bite of it, it was almost like he was back in the cabin with Adora, Jeb nothing more than a newborn and no troubles on their doorstep.
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The bottle of Chateau Picard for starters.
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This place was crazy, alright, beating out the weirdest shit he'd seen at home on a regular day (though without psychologically scarring him, like his sister liked to do), but tonight? Tonight, it knew it had been bad to them, and it was ready to make things, right, baby. Jason was damn well sure he'd wake up with his face in the dirt, in need of some religion, but hell, wasn't that the best reason to visit church?
He wasn't as polished up as the rest of the people, but a white button down and some nice jeans, and he cleaned up just fine. Now, for his two favorite things: booze and women.
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She swore under her breath and instinctively started dabbing at the small wet circle of vodka on his shirt with a napkin. "Sorry about that..."
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He looked down. "Maybe I oughta get a new shirt if it's gonna smell like vodka."
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And he's got a nice glass of champagne to start himself off.
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He grins anyway, and takes another sip of his drink before gesturing to Daniel's outfit. "You look nice."
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"It's lovely, isn't it?" she said, stepping forward. "Some of the surprises here are just wonderful."
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And so I mingled, through the party. Jenni Marshall at Vassar had taught me how to drink, something she claimed she'd learned from her Russian grandfather--eat plenty to start, and eat something between each drink. Between the sushi and the bottle of Grey Goose that may as well have had my name on it, I was making as merry as I could.
What was the song again? Only the good die young?
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There wasn't any other real reaction to a dress like that. With a very decent malt in his hand, Adam just stood back and stared.
"Looking good, Hadley."
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Was he looking at my chest?
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Adam Carter had been called many things in her career, but a saint had never been one of them. His eyes dipped to Remy's cleavage before returning to her face.
"Tell me you're dancing this evening."
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