I sit on my side of the limo - opening a bottle of champagne and taking a swig before offering it to Bagpipes as means of truce. If we're going to work together tonight, might as well try to not murder each other in the process.

Bagpipes gives the bottle a disgusted look. "And risk gettin' an STD? Naw thank ye," she dismisses.

I roll my eyes and continue drinking from the bottle - sinking further into the leather seats. "We'll kill each other before the enemy does," I sigh.

"Ye wouldn' have the brain capacity to be able to kill me," Bagpipes scoffs.

"Can we please stop talking about the size of my brain?" I ask impatiently.

Bagpipes snorts before crossing her legs. "Would ye rather us talk of other small body parts ye have?" Bagpipes snickers.

"Okay, I didn't want to do this, but if you insult my manhood one more time, I'm going to have to tell Owen you planned on killing him," I warn. This is not the first bit of dirt I've gotten on Bagpipes over the years, but she still seems to forget that whenever she tries to insult me - which is always.

Bagpipes is wise enough not to open her mouth for once. She purses her red lips in frustration and I feel victorious. Confident, I take another sip of the champagne. "Besides, you didn't complain about size that time we-"

"OH MAH GAWD, MAN WHORE, CAN YE NOT TALK ABOUT THAT," Bagpipes interrupts explosively.

I can't help the smirk. "It gets you every time," I chuckle.

Bagpipes shakes her head and looks outside of the tinted window. "We were both drunk and I really wish I can forget that night," she says.

"Yeah well, I wish I can forget you biting my dick too. You really suck at blowjo-"

"MAN WHORE CAN YE NOT. I SAID I WAS DRUNK," she yells at me.

I keep my hands up in defense. "There's no shame at being bad at it. Or at least, no shame while I'm keeping your secret," I smirk. Oh if she wants to play dirty, I can play right back. This is a two-player sport.

"For yer information, I'm great at suckin' boaby! I just wasn't as enthusiastic when it came to yers," Bagpipes tries defending.

"You seemed pretty hungry to me," I chuckle.

Before I can even properly get the sentence out, Bagpipes chucks her heel at my head and I don't even have time to block it before it hits me square between the eyes and I'm disorientated for a moment. The heel bounces right back into her lap and she quickly puts it back on her foot. I'm pretty sure she has poison hidden in that shoe so I'm just grateful it doesn't spill onto me.

Instead of saying something that can actually poison me, I sit back, enjoy the champagne and wait for us to arrive at the venue. Why's Bagpipes so rude to me? I'm the one helping her and all she does is insult my brain and my manhood. She should be grateful. I bet she's only picking on me because I'm the only person that doesn't give her slack after her horrible past. I'm the only one that doesn't let her walk over me just because she's been through a lot. That's no way to treat the situation. You can't expect a wound to heal if you keep treating it like a wound.

It doesn't take too long before we arrive at The Will hotel - the venue of Southern Sterling's celebratory party. There's a moment of nervousness surging through me when I think about what could happen if tonight goes wrong, but I quickly shove my nerves aside and put on a million dollar smile.

"You got the invites?" I ask Bagpipes just as she's adjusting her black wig.

"Yeah, I got it. Now ye tell me if mah fake accent works," she says before clearing her voice. "I am Delphine Couture. Here with my brother, Curtis Couture. Heil Jane!" she says.

"Perfect, just lose the 'heil Jane'," I suggest.

Bagpipes nods before we stop at the entrance of the grand hotel and it's our turn to get out. We sit and wait as Amber gets out to open the door for us. I smile at her curtly and help Bagpipes out as well. Just before Amber can leave us, she grimaces and says: "Your speakers were on by the way." I watch in horror as she turns to get back into the limo and drive away.

Bagpipes has an equally shocked expression as she turns to me. "We will jus' deny everythin'," she says before hooking her arm into mine and leading us to the front doors of the fancy hotel.

I ignore our predicament for long enough to marvel at the building. Bagpipes sure knows how to pick her men. Hell, I'd fuck Owen if it means getting half of what he owns.

"Your invitations?" the bouncer at the door asks.

"Here you go," Bagpipes says as she hands the bouncer our fake invites and a sultry look to go with it. The bouncer all but melts before letting us enter the hotel.

We enter what should've been the reception room, but has instead been changed into a ballroom with sofas lining the walls and waiters walking through. Before I can even properly admire the decor, Bagpipes drags me in further. I almost fall on the stairs as she pulls me towards a group of men at the back. I practically break my neck every time I spot a hot girl passing us. The men we arrive at turn to look at us and I send a short wave at them.

"Which one of you gentlemen would care to dance?" Bagpipes asks in a fake honeyed voice. One of the more important men steps forward - taking Bagpipes' hand and possibly confirming his doom.

I watch Bagpipes lead the man to the dancefloor with an extra sway in her hips. Figuring I can't just be useless, I scan the room and start to circle the dancing area. I take whatever drinks they waiters serve me and finish them with just a sip or two before placing them at random areas. A few girls send me smiles and I straighten my tux in response. Might as well get a bit of action while I'm here, I think to myself.

I spot the pattern in the dance and notice how everyone changes dancing partners after every few beats. Classical music isn't really my thing, but I can make it work. When there's another change coming up, I quickly dive into the crowd and take the hands of a beautiful brunette. She has a red dress hugging her figure perfectly with an off the shoulder look that shows enough skin for me to be interested. 

"You're the prettiest girl I've danced with tonight," I smile at her.

She smiles back shyly. "Do you say that to every girl?" she asks.

"Nope. Your my first dance partner for the night," I grin.

The girl chuckles - letting her head rest on my shoulder for a second before she's looking back up at me - letting me lead her with the rest of the crowd in a clockwork motion. She doesn't seem to be much of a talker, so I'm not too bothered when the dance gets switched up again and I'm paired with another beautiful girl. I don't know how much time passes, but I start to feel dizzy with the way we all keep going around and around and how I have to focus when I spin or twirl the girls. By the time I'm on my fifth partner, I don't even have the decency to be discreet as I notice the very, very revealing cleavage my dance partner has.

"You like the view?" a familiar voice asks.

I look up and can't stop the yelp escaping my throat.

"Oh is my face not to your liking?" she asks amused.

I know that face... I'm dancing with Jane. Jane Marigold or, or D'logiram or whatever she calls herself. I'm dancing with one of Southern Sterling's leaders! The crazy bitch that wants Amber dead - that wants all of us dead as a matter of fact. But she doesn't seem to recognize me... I was never one to really show myself around her, but I'm seriously testing out my luck here.

"Uh, your face is fine," I reply.

Jane frowns at me. "I don't believe we've met," she says as I lead her around the dance floor. I'm pretty sure that I'm sweating. This could quite literally be my last dance. 

But as my eye catches that very low V-neck of hers again, I don't think it's such a bad way to go.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Tits," I answer before realizing my embarrassing mistake and trying to redeem myself, "I mean, Curtits. My name is Curtits Couture."

Jane smiles at me amused. "You're acting very suspicious, Curtits," Jane says.

"Oh really?" I ask not-so-convincingly.

"Yes. If there weren't so clearly nothing going on in that head of yours, I would've had you locked up and questioned," she says and for the first time, I'm thankful for my tiny brain.

"Well, good thing I'm usually the one to question prisoners," I laugh nervously.

"Is that so?" Jane asks with a frown - making me think I might just have fucked up. "You question Kyle's prisoners? Tell me, where does my co-leader keep Blake and Owen?" she asks.

I suddenly realize that I might be useful for once. That I might be the one to figure out where Blake and Owen is. That is if I can play the situation to my advantage.

"Take a guess and I'll tell you if you're right," I smile at her - swiping back my gelled hair as we flow with the music. The song has a rising beat so I spin Jane out - her loose silver dress flaring out before I bring her back in as that low-cut neckline gets even lower. Bonus.

"Well, I'd say you probably keep them where you keep all your prisoners, but Blake is important to Kyle, so I'm assuming it would then be in the same place my current prisoner was held before he was given to me. Tell me Curtits, are you keeping Blake and Owen in one of your broken down car warehouses there on the South-side?" she asks.

I smile. "Unfortunately, you're wrong and it seems our time is up," I tell her just as the song changes and I switch dance partners.

I don't even spend two seconds with my next dance partner before literally ditching her and moving through the crowd to try and find Bagpipes. I scan every face I pass, but I just can't find her. When I move more to the back, I smell the familiar bitterness of her perfume. Just as I move to one of the back doors, it opens and a pale hand pulls me in before shutting the door again.

I practically fall into the storage room that Bagpipes dragged me into. Before I can start lecturing her on the dangers of just grabbing me like that, I notice all the dead bodies around us.

"How many men did you poison?" I ask shocked.

"They started to annoy me," Bagpipes shrugs dismissively.

I look back at her. "You can't just poison everyone that annoys you, Bagpipes!" I scold.

"Of course not," she says, "Then ye would've been dead a long time ago."

I'm about to yell at her again, but she demands that I help her drag the bodies to a more discreet corner of the storage room. Realizing that we have a bigger picture to think about, I help Bagpipes drag the bodies away. "You find anything useful?" I ask Bagpipes as I pull on a body that's gotten really heavy all of the sudden. I look up and realize that Bagpipes isn't even helping anymore. Of course, she isn't.

"Nothin'," she says disappointed while cleaning out her nails.

"Well, guess who's the useless one now," I smirk while moving on to the rest of the bodies.

"Did ye get somethin'?" Bagpipes asks suspiciously.

"Actually, yes," I answer smugly, "I talked to Jane, who by the way, has no idea who I really am. I think they have Blake and Owen locked up in one of the Southern Storage houses."

"We have to inform Xav immediately!" Bagpipes insists.

"Well, it'll go a lot faster if you could help me with the bodies!"

"Leave the bloomin' bodies!"

"Okay, fine-fine," I say and switch on the mic that's by my collar. "Xav?" I ask into it. 

A moment passes before he replies, "Yes?"

"I think they're keeping Blake and Owen at one of the Southern Storage buildings. They said something about broken down cars and stuff being kept in there," I tell him.

"I'm on it," he says before the line goes dead again.

"There. I basically saved your boyfriend. Can I get a thank you?" I ask bagpipes.

"Let's jus' get out of 'ere," Bagpipes says with an eye roll before strutting past me.

I can't help the little smile before I follow her out of the room.

But that smile doesn't last at all.

"What were you two doing in there?" Jane asks with her arms crossed - blocking our exit.

Helloooo goldies!!!

Eeeeek what's gunna happen? I'm pretty nervous for our guys here, even tho I obviously know the outcome, but eeeeeekkkkkkkk still. 

I realized that this chapter wasn't as descriptive, but then I remembered that it's from Daniel's point of view and let's be honest, he doesn't care about the candles and music lol.

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