VALERIE

Sixty

Everything was white.

From the large pale walls, to the pristine champagne inside the clear glasses.

The young rich socialites and aristocrats who were mingling with one another were all dressed in white too, all of them socializing with eachother stumbling over the white colored furniture that surrounded them.

Vanessa sighed in dissatisfaction when Nick took another drink from his matte black flask, it matched the fitted all black suit he had on but it contrasted with everything else making him the outsider at the so called party they were attending.

The couple was seated beside eachother in the center of the room at their own table. Vanessa was dressed in a beautiful but simple white Anna Wintour off shoulder dress that stopped right above the knees, it went lovely along side her olive colored skin tone that had a natural glow to it.

"You can stop drinking now." Vanessa glowered over at the half intoxicated idiot beside her.

Nick scoffed.

"You said you were going to be on your best behavior tonight."

He smirked ominously before letting himself slump back in his upholstered chair, "Obviously I lied." His thick voice flowing through the breeze.

Vanessa looked away from him, her brown almond shaped eyes began to scan the room and they lit up when they landed on her step sister Stephanie who was motioning her to come over.

Nick was also scanning the crowd, he moved his top lip in disgust while staring at all the superficial rich kids in front of him. He hated the fact that Vanessa was deeply embedded into this pretentious world. Around him she was the free spirited and sweet Vanessa he loved but around her friends and family she became the stuck up priss he could barely tolerate. Sometimes he didn't know what was an act and what was real.

And at this point he was convinced she would never give up this world for him.

"Nick, let's go with Stephanie?" Vanessa broke into his thoughts with her sudden question,

Taking another drink from his flask he shook his head, "Nope." He said simply while also popping the p.

"You promised you weren't going to be a dick." She whispered low enough for only him to hear.

Nick shrugged a shoulder and continued scanning the crowd. His gray gaze halted abruptly when he noticed those pair of mulitcolored glistening eyes.

She was grinning profusely at the young woman she was speaking too, Nick didn't break his gaze off of her, he could feel himself breathing a bit more eradicated when she threw her head back and laughed.

"You promised me weeks ago Nick, I don't know what is going on with you lately." Vanessa once more interuppted, Nick looked away from Valerie and instead picked up his flask again.

"Stop it." Vanessa said almost on the verge of tears from all the anger he was causing.

"Let's just go home." He urged but she wouldn't budge, "No, I came here to support my friends."

"I don't feel good."

"Because you're drinking way too much. You haven't drunk this much since I met you. What's going on?"

Gripping onto the flask tighter, he raised it to his lips, a devilish smile came into play whilst he cocked his head a bit before taking a long drink, the harsh taste of the Whiskey infiltrating and quenching his thirst.

Vanessa's eye twitched with anger, she was so livid she was going to explode.

"You know what?" She hissed underneath her breath, "You can go. And I'll stay."