Winters Tale
DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Dark Knight... wish I did...
We got to the party a bit late. Cheryl hurried me into the elevator. I wanted to stick around and enjoy the experience.
"Do I look okay?" she hissed at me, checking her reflection in the shiny walls of the elevator.
"You look fine, Cheryl."
"Fine for everyday, maybe, but this is Bruce Wayne we're talking about!"
"Jeez, Cheryl, calm down. You. Look. Great. Okay?"
She scowled at me. The elevator doors slid open with a beep. A man was standing by the door of the penthouse, checking invitations.
"What's your name?" he asked, leering at Cheryl. She was wearing the exact opposite of my dress; hers was very revealing and bright pink.
"Cheryl Carmichael," she said, giggling. I rolled my eyes. The man glanced at me. "And you?"
"Olivia Winters," I answered.
He checked a clipboard. "I don't have you on my list."
"She's my manager," Cheryl said.
"Oh, alright. Go on in, you two." He shot another glance at Cheryl. We pushed open the doors and went in.
As soon as we got in, Cheryl saw someone she knew and wandered off to talk to him. I was now at a party where the only person I knew had decided to go off without even introducing me to anyone. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem, I wasn't the kind of girl who would stand in a corner and people-watch, but these people were all rich and famous! So, I stood in the corner waiting for someone who looked as out of place as me so I could talk to them. A man in a tuxedo approached me, carrying a tray of champagne.
"Something to drink?" he offered. He had a very nice English accent.
"No thanks. I mean, unless you have something non-alcoholic?" I asked hopefully.
He smiled a little. "We have some soda in the kitchen."
"Could I have some gingerale? But in a champagne glass just to fit in?" I asked.
"All right," he said and went off in the direction of what I assumed was the kitchen.
Now, I'm not some kind of little kid pretending to be a grownup. I actually have a problem with alcohol. It makes me really dizzy after one sip. So if I go to a club with Cheryl and some other friends, I'm always the designated driver. But everyone else was holding a glass of champagne even if they weren't drinking it, and Cheryl had told me to try to fit in...
Just then, the man (who I assumed was some kind of butler) reappeared. "Your gingerale, miss," he said.
"Thanks, um..."
"Alfred, miss."
"Thanks a lot, Alfred." He smiled and melted back into the crowd with his tray of champagne, heading in the direction of a tall blond man and his date. The man looked kind of familiar... where have I seen him before... Oh my gosh! It's Harvey Dent! Cheryl spotted me and came over.
"Sorry for abandoning you, Livy. It's just-"
"Look, Cheryl, it's Harvey Dent!" I hissed in her ear.
"Oh, yeah, this is some kind of fundraiser for him."
"And you didn't tell me this because?" I looked at her, waiting for an answer.
"I figured you knew already! It's been on the news for like a week!"
I winced. I had heard that Bruce Wayne was throwing a fundraiser for our new DA, but I apparently hadn't put two and two together. My bad. This was shaping up to be a pretty cool party: I had the chance to meet Bruce Wayne and my idol since I dropped out of law school, Harvey Dent!
Another chapter come and gone. I know nothing really has happened so far, but it's just getting set up. Please review and I'll credit you!
Thanks to my only reviewer so far, hayleypattinsoncullen.