A/N- I love this chapter, it was so much fun to write <3 - there will be a part 2 to this one!
Warnings - alcohol, partying, probably swearing, mentions of sex. Possible emetophobia themes.
Playlist -
1- Rasputin - Boney M
2 - Acceptable In The 80s - Calvin Harris
3 - Another Chance - Robert Sanchez
'Hi, Daniel', I greet him as soon as he opens the door - clearly my pre-drinks have kicked in so I lean into Charles' shoulder discreetly to steady myself.
'Hi, all', he greets us, smiling wildly. The first thing I notice is his shirt - a white button up pineapple shirt, and the button up part of the shirt is, in fact, not buttoned up, revealing his bare chest. He wears black shorts and white crocs with this piece - a true fashion icon. I just know I'm going to bond well with Daniel tonight.
'You all look lovely', Daniel looks behind me towards Mila who is holding onto Lewis' arm. The two of them have definitely grown closer since Charles and I started getting to know each other but in no way is their connection romantic - that would be weird.
Lewis is wearing a purple and black graffiti print button up and shorts set, with a black Mercedes cap. Mila is wearing a black maxi dress which looks great with her hair, a loose but classy looking bun.
I am wearing a Hawaiian print blue halter top and maxi skirt set - the print is covered in white flowers so I wear a white flower crown I bought at a market stall with Mila after dinner yesterday. I've wanted to wear this outfit since I bought it for myself last Christmas. My sandals are white and my makeup is on the natural side; the weather is far too hot out here to wear anymore than the basics.
Charles tied his outfit to mine after panicking too much about what to wear by wearing a navy blue polo shirt with white jeans. The four of us are wearing all our best jewelry - Lewis and Charles have even bought out their Rolex watches for the occasion.
'Well, come in', Daniel stretches out his arm so we can enter the mansion.
'Damn, is this yours, Daniel?' Mila asks, admiring the white crystal chandelier which hangs way high above us, near the spiral staircase.
'Yes, all mine', Daniel looks to the chandelier, 'You can call me Danny, being called 'Danny' makes me feel like I'm in school', he laughs, greeting some other guests as we enter his kitchen on the right of the house.
'Thanks for having us', Lewis says casually, leaning on the kitchen counter.
'Oh, Charles - Carlos is here somewhere', Danny points to the right of him.
'Oh, I was wondering why he didn't answer his phone', Charles responds, pulling me close to his side by my exposed.
Danny leans against the large fridge, 'So, main rooms are to the left, which is the dining room and living room, feel free to do your thing in there.'
'Okay', some of us speak.
'Upstairs isn't necessarily for partying because most speakers are downstairs and so is the DJ. But if you have to go upstairs for something other than using the toilet just let me know and I'll give you the keys'.
Lewis makes a joke about Danny hooking up with a girl for the first time in his life - Danny ignores him, firing back with his own joke.
'Drinks are in the same room as the DJ - the living room', he adds.
'May I ask, who is the DJ?' Charles asks Danny, swaying to the music a little.
'Well', Danny takes a breath, 'It's none other than Mr Lando Norris of course'.
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