The Servant Of Chaos (WIP-New Part Every Monday/Friday)

Chapter II | Part 2

Half an hour had passed since they had left their transport and entered one of the most elegant parties Caleb had ever witnessed. The classic music resonated in his head and through his bones, making his body follow the rhythm with slight swings and swoons.

After their hypnotizing connection at the carriage, he had hoped to encounter Synthia at the party but, since they had parted at the entrance, there had been no such luck. Navigating through the tight crowds Caleb had found his way to one of the small bars that surrounded the thick wooden columns spotted around.

From outside, he had not realized the entire magnitude of the place, and everything that the huge walls and ceiling held within them. Dancing couples and extravagant dresses made their way around the room in a constant swirl of color and elegance.

The guests roamed around enjoying the night with delight beaming off their expressions. Caleb realized, looking at all the carefree multitudes, that that was just what he had wanted when he left his house and headed for this ball. He had wanted to have something distracting enough to tear his mind away from the secrets that his mother had been hiding from him since he was a small child.

"May I serve you a drink, sir?" Called a bartender from behind him.

He shrugged, "I'm only seventeen."

"Well, I do not see any policemen around here, do I?" A new voice joined the conversation.

Said voice belonged to a blond guy dressed in a simple white shirt and beige trousers that had been wondering around the wooden column.

Caleb scanned his surroundings, even though the number of people didn't let him see any further than a few meters ahead. "I do not see any policemen, either."
"Well, in that case..." the boy, not much older than Caleb himself, winked and grabbed a glass of champagne from the waiter. "Allow yourself a drink, sir,"

Caleb chuckled and got closer to the gentleman who, he admitted to himself, was really cute.

"Sure, umm..." he extended his arm to receive the cup filled with the yellowish liquor. After finishing his drink he set the glass on the waiter's tray, dismissing him into the distance. He turned to the guy who offered the drink and winked, leaving the blonde in a mixture between surprised and pleased. A few cups of champagne and a glass of wine later and songs later, the whole evening seemed to be getting a little sloppier, since Caleb was, to his own dismay, not that good of a drinker. But still, the alcohol and the flirtatious gestures were really starting to spark up the conversation between him and the suitor, who had stopped dancing with the ladies that offered their hands to speak with the black-haired boy. And even though Caleb knew that the conversation was not leading anywhere special, he was deep down still glad that there was something taking his mind away from home. Another song came to an end and the guy, whose name was Nicholas, gently took Caleb's arm and pulled him out to a balcony.

"May I have this dance?" He asked Caleb, grazing his shoulder with one hand.

"We aren't supposed to–" Maybe it was the drinks but every restriction he might've had before was now lost under the stench of wine and champagne. "Why not?"

So he took Nicholas' hand and let him lead them to the beat of a starting waltz.

***

Synthia's night was going as well as she had expected.

And that meant real bloody bad.

Honestly, when she had (semi) agreed to come to the ball, she had never held her hopes high, knowing that she had never fancied parties back in London.