Denver's POV (Alix)

Why had I come?

I had been there less than 5 minutes and I had already been insulted, had my eyes raped by an 80's comeback and been looked at like I was being undressed.

I could feel him looking at me. The intensity was like daggers pricking my skin, yet it was also like he was caressing me with his eyes. What did that guy want from me?

I was nobody.

Mischa was saying something to me, and I had problems concentrating on it.

"...what do you say we find a drink or something?" Mischa was looking expectantly at me.
"Oh, yes, let's do that."

Though Sirius did not follow Mischa and me into the kitchen I felt his presence. It was going to a long night if he was going to stalk me all the time.

The kitchen was already filled with people from school. There was a rather impressive assortment of alcohol and mixers. Apparently, nobody cared about underage drinking. Ok, I did not either. I just did not care for the taste. It tasted what I figured petroleum would taste like. Mischa of course knew I did not drink so he just got me a soda but poured it in a cup. Probably so people would not notice and comment on it.

It was nice of him.

He and I would be joined at the hip for the entire party, no force on earth would let me allow him to leave me. I would go to the bathroom with him if it kept me from being left alone with the predators.

One in particular and three at the off chance they felt like pouncing when my muscles were gone.

Claude had come over to join us. Though shy she looked to be having a great time. She looked so good and got a lot of attention, but she only had eyes for Mischa but not the confidence to do anything about it.

Poor kid.

Ok, wingwoman to the rescue.

"Claude, let's have a drink. A real one. It's a party," I whispered sneakily to not get Mischa on my ass.
"Ok," Claude nodded with big eyes. She distracted Mischa while I made the drinks.

I had no clue about alcohol but figured if it was clear in color it was less dangerous. Half and half. Clear stuff and cola. Go me!

Big mistake.

It was like the content of a septic tank running through me. Claude looked equally unimpressed. Still we both drank our drinks and I began to feel a good warmth inside. My cheeks were definitely heating up a little.

"Somebody's having fun?" I pointed at Joshua from our place at the wall in the huge living room. He was in the middle of the makeshift dance floor dancing like he was going to win that competition in Grease.
"Maybe we should dance too? Claude suggested sneaking a peak at Mischa.
"Hey Mischa. Why don't you give Claude a twirl around the dance floor?" I looked at him with a 'come on dude, get the drift' kind of look.

He looked annoyed for a second but then he smiled at Claude and offered her his hand and led her to the dance floor.

Props to me for being a good wingwoman.

"You look absolutely breathtaking tonight." A deep sensual voice came in a lowish whisper at my side.

Oh crap.

I had totally forgotten about him for a moment and left myself vulnerable being alone.

"Careful you don't die from lack of oxygen then," I commented with an annoyed grumble.
"If I faint will you give me mouth to mouth?"

The nerve!

His mesmerizing grey eyes were fixed on me and a casual smirk played on his lips. He had that 'I just stumbled out of bed' hair that made him look so attractive and the shirt had a few buttons at the top unbuttoned for me to notice his chest.

Yes, he was flaming hot.

"Dream on. But if you're a good boy and leave me alone I might ask Joshua to do it if it came to that."
"And why would I leave you alone?"
"Don't you have some airhead to give a tastebud check or something?" He did look a bit taken aback at my comment, but what did I care. I knew his reputation. "Or maybe you've already eaten at all the cheap restaurants in town?"

I saw how his jaw clenched when he gritted his teeth and looked to be controlling himself to the extreme. "Listen, Denver, let's go outside and talk a little?"

Not a chance.

Sirius was too close; his cologne was washing over me, and it made me feel a little dizzy. I gently put my hand on his wide chest and pushed him back a little to catch my breath.

"Get your ugly, grabby hands off my man." Tiffany's shrieky voice startled both of us.
"Hakuna your tatas, Tiff. He's all yours. Like I'd want your sloppy seconds, anyway."

Tiffany was positively fuming. Sirius was seconds from going up in flames it looked like.

"Who the hell do you think you are. You should be so lucky to get a man like mine."
"I'm not your anything," Sirius growled with what could only be categorized as a very animalistic sound.

"Eeey, New York..." One from Sirius' posse, Xodiac or something, came stumbling over to us. Apparently, he had sampled the liquors with color.

"Piss off, Xavier," Sirius said very gruffly.
"Yeah, piss off both of you," Tiffany joined in.

We all stood there having a staring contest when Mischa came over and protectively put his hand on my shoulder.

"Do we have a problem here?"
"No problem," I stated.
"Go away, Mischa. I was just trying to talk with Denver."
"Doesn't really look like she wants to."

Mischa and Sirius were having a silent dick measuring contest right there in front of us. I was pretty much expecting them to battle it out if it had not been for dear, oblivious Joshua.

"There you are, twinkletoes," he happily greeted Xavier. "I've saved the next dance for you."

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So the party is hopping. Sirius is trying his best and Denver will have none of him, what do you think will happen? Do you think Claude and Mischa will hit it off? Maybe Xavier will lose his cool. What do you think? 

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