Author's Note: As said before, I wanted to continue doing these little oneshots for each character in order to get to know them better. This chapter happens to be about Aubrey and her peculiar relationship with Angel.
There is one OC within this chapter, though not a major one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dance Central or its' characters.
This had to be the most boring party she'd ever been to.
Aubrey surveyed the deck of her private yacht, taking in the glamorous decorations strewn all over the ship. The many lights that lit up the boat had been dimmed down to add an almost romantic touch to the whole place whilst dozens of expensive recliners sat alongside the edge of the deck. Even the moon itself seemed fit to show itself on this night, something it hasn't done for nearly a week due to the rain. She herself had forgone her vintage sailor suit and red flats in exchange for a pair of high heels and a blue dress. Everything looked perfect.
The only thing missing was her crew.
Instead of the dancers that usually dotted the deck, the place was filled with esteemed officials and their families, all dressed up in attire befitting of their social status. The auburn haired dancer sighed, knowing that absolutely nothing good was going to come out of this (except maybe for the new 'friendships' that Daddy was forming with many of the other partygoers). Honestly, she couldn't believe Daddy had taken her yacht for a stupid gala. Why couldn't he have used one of the other 2 boats they already owned?
Oh right, the gala just had to be at a time when her mother decided to take the first boat to get a 'well deserved vacation' in the Caribbean, whereas the other yacht had been taken ashore for a maintenance check.
Still, not being able to do anything while on her own ship should be against the law. In fact, Daddy had even expressly forbidden her from interacting with the guests of the gala.
If the red-head was honest with herself, she probably would have to guess that her father had never quite forgotten about the Christmas Ball fiasco. But there's no way he would still be mad at her for it right? After all, it wasn't her fault that the senator's wife was such a drama queen. Besides, there wasn't an ounce of beauty nor brains within that woman. A senator's wife had to possess everything; looks, skill and smarts, something Aubrey knew that she herself had in excess.
But that's besides the point. What she wondered at the moment was how to make this night more entertaining (for her own benefit of course) without breaking any of Daddy's rules.
The answer came to her decked out in a white suit, dress shoes and six seductive words that would've made any other girl swoon on the spot.
"You've never looked more beautiful, princesa."
"Angel" Aubrey whirled around, facing the man that had tried to sneak up on her mere moments ago, "What are you doing here? I distinctly remember telling you that this was a private party."
"Oh? It must have slipped my mind. Gazing upon your beauty tends to do that to a man."
"Well then, stop staring." the female dancer poked a perfectly manicured fingernail into the Latino's chest, "if Daddy catches you, I'm the one that gets into trouble for your antics".
"Well then, let's just hope he doesn't find out. Besides, it seems that you are feeling a bit lonely out here, no?"
"Not like talking to you would be any better", Aubrey replied acidly, "Now get going. I don't want any more disturbances". At this point, she was more or less dragging a protesting Angel along by the collar towards the dock, all the while trying to look as inconspicuous as possible so as to not attract any attention. Of course, it was an attempt that was doomed to fail spectacularly, and in more ways than one.
"Aubrey, my dear! Is that you?", a woman of around 60 years old (or at least that was what Aubrey estimated her to be) wearing a beautiful marigold dress rushed towards the pair with surprising speed, effectively blocking both dancers from reaching their destination. So much for inconspicuous.
Don't you remember me? I'm your aunt Denise!" the woman giggled, something which Aubrey had to resist rolling her eyes to. If there was one thing she hated more than boring parties, it would be the shallow women that seemed to attend them and saw fit to act like little schoolgirls about everything they found interest in. Nevertheless, the auburn-haired dancer turned around, a smile gracing her lips and acting for all the world like the princess she was supposed to be; naïve and innocent. Although she couldn't remember this particular aunt's face (though it was more likely because she didn't deem them important enough to remember), she hoped that as long as the woman was distracted, her dance partner would take a hint and get off the boat, saving her from any more trouble he might cause.
Of course, such a thing probably never crossed the Latino's mind in the first place.
"My, my. Aubrey did mention of an aunt, but I would have never thought that you were this young and beautiful." Angel stepped forward, taking Denise's hand and placed a kiss on it, causing her to blush and chuckle at once.
"Oh my! What a gentleman! And may I ask who this is?" Denise turned towards Aubrey, who was currently in the midst of deciding whether to kick her dancing partner in the shin or throwing him off the boat entirely.
"He's...a friend" she managed to say.
"Really? Oh, well you just seemed so close together I thought you two might have been a couple!"
"Yes, we do get that a lot sometimes" Angel politely interrupted, "in fact, some would even say that we are actually lov-ack!". The Latino choked back his words as a small stiletto heeled indent made its way onto his white dress shoes. However, he had little time to catch his breath before being pulled by the collar once again by his dancing partner away to the docks, leaving a very confused Denise behind.
Once they were out of sight from other partygoers, Aubrey nearly threw down the Latino upon the floor, adopting an expression of extreme annoyance.
"Why in the world did you have to butt in! Do you know what's going to happen to my reputation if that woman gets it into her head that we're dating?"
"Relax, chica.. Nothing bad will happen", the male dancer got up off the floor. Amazingly, despite having been physically and verbally abused by his dance partner for the better half of their meeting, the Latino's ego didn't seem to have shrunken one bit.
"Besides", he said in a seductive tone, "you can always count on me to protect you"
"Not even in your dreams", Aubrey said, pushing him backwards towards the boardwalk.
"Now stay out. And don't cause anymore trouble than you already have."
Angel hesitated, as something caught his attention at the corner of the eye. A nervous smile now adorned his face, something that was clearly out of character out of the normally cocky dancer. In fact, now that Aubrey had calmed down a bit, she did notice that the Latino had seemed a bit off throughout the party.
It didn't take a lot of time for the already annoyed 'princesa' to figure out something was up.
"What did you do?"
"...Perhaps this wouldn't be the best time to mention that I wasn't the only one to enter the party."
Truth be told, this turned a lot more humorous (and more violent) than I had anticipated. However, I couldn't help but enjoy exploring the dynamics of Aubrey and Angel's relationship, as well as Aubrey's relationship with her family. Needless to say, this is one chapter I thoroughly enjoyed making.