Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

"Party at a Rich Dude's House" Blurb (Max Lord)

Summary: Max is throwing a party and Brit is less than pleased.

The thumping of music shook the entire house. People were drinking everywhere and Brit was pretty sure there were people having sex in the upstairs bedrooms.

She doubted most of the party attendees knew who owned the house. But when Maxwell Lord threw a party, everyone showed up. It reminded her of Gatsby sometimes.

She ventured into one of the many pools.

The Lord Mansion had several. One large one in the backyard, another large one on the basement level, and one on the same level as Alistair's bedroom. There were no lights on in the room except the pool lights, adding to the party aesthetic of the room. The pool was crowded with people drinking, solo cups and beer bottles in their hands.

Brit scowled thinking of the clean up. Someone (probably her) would be fishing those solo cups out later and the pool would need to be cleaned and shocked again. It's not like Max couldn't afford it, but it was the principle.

"Ah! Kitten!"

Brit turned and saw the man of the hour.

He had a glass in his hand, adding to the 'Gatsby' image. Max noticed the scowl on her face. "Not enjoying yourself, kitten?"

Brit put her hands on her hips. "You don't know any of these people, Max."

Max wrapped his arms around her. "They're potential clients, sweetheart."

Brit rolled her eyes. She knew most people thought she was only with Max for his money, but she truly cared about him and his son. "I don't care, Max. It's nearly 3 in the morning. I'm tired and I can't sleep with this loud music. We have to pick up Alistair tomorrow and I doubt you want Juliana to see you hungover."

Brit left him in the pool area and went back upstairs. Within an hour, the house was quiet. Brit smiled and closed her eyes, waiting for Max to crawl in bed with her.