People flocked into Jordan's house, dressed in bold colors, creams, some of them shimmering from sequins or glittery fabrics, but all had roses with them. Some real or some fake, but no matter what, roses were the invitation to the party.

And I managed to get a glimpse of Tom and Daisy together.

Tom had gotten his name clear about his affair, claiming it to be "blackmail" by that young woman, and had gotten away with it. But the few of us who knew the truth about Daisy and Tom, we saw through the lies that they were setting. For we had known them for so long, we were no longer blind to their words of their charade.

Jordan had came down the staircase just as the Buchanan's slipped into the formal dining room to mingle with the more famous and known people of New York City. A double v-neck dusty rose dress with gold tassel-like thread hanging on the dress a fourth of the way up from the hemline. A gold rose choker-corsage was strapped around her neck, and she placed a golden rose on my suit jacket.

Laughing a small bit, I slipped my arm around Jordan's waist, and the two of us walked down the staircase together. Her head, lightly rested against my shoulder like it was familiar to that position upon me. By the time that we stepped onto the floor, we were pulled into the flowing river of guests. Many were drinking and getting drunk or dancing to their hearts content, talking till they were laughing with tears in their eyes.

Jordan and I, we got ourselves consumed in the whole scene till we found each other at the bar several hours after the party had started. My fingers were dancing over her knuckles, and she closed the distance that was between us, for me to kiss her on the lips. Her fingers laced through my brown hair, trying to grasp it as my arms tightened around her.

Glitter fell down on all of us and the two of us broke away as we saw the shower of gold, pink, red, white, green, and other various shades rain down upon us all. Laughing a bit, I twirled Jordan around to capture all of the colors so she could be decorated in the beautiful glitz of the rainbow.

"Is that you, Nicky?"

Looking away from Jordan for a split second, I saw Daisy and Tom walking into view. Jordan had looked in the same direction as I had, and I could see her frowning from the corner of my eye.

"Should have known you would have been at this party, Nick. So Jordan are you the host?"

"I most certainly hope not, Tom. My Aunt Sigourney, she loves to let people borrow this house for parties if they know how to ask correctly. I don't know who put this all together for all of New York City to enjoy."

Daisy held onto a classic walk, and grasped Jordan by her hands.

"Well if you find out who threw this beautiful party, make sure to find me and tell me."

I had tried to step away, but Daisy grabbed me by the wrist and looked at me with her big brown eyes, and gave me one of her many little smiles that gave her the appearance of an angel.

"We didn't forget to bring roses, Nick, we brought roses didn't we Tom?"

"Why yes we did, Daisy. We each brought one."

"Gold petal roses with silver leaves. The centers have sapphires or were the centers citrine? Oh, either way, they're not hard to miss? They us somewhere on the railings of the grand staircase, where all of the other roses are at. Oh, Jordan, don't forget to tell me who threw this lovely little party."

"I'll try to remember, Daisy. Now Nicky we must be going, some of my old friends want to meet with you. Plus, we know how the both of these two really are, they don't fool us."

Daisy flinched at Jordan's words, as Jordan dragged me away by my wrist through the crowds of people. Every few seconds, I would glance behind me to see if Tom and Daisy were following after us, but they weren't for the longest while.

"Well, isn't it the woman who acted like Mr. Gatsby. How do you do?"

Turning to my left, I saw Owl Eyes with a glass of wine in his hand, grinning at the both of us with pleasure on his face. Laughing a small bit, I held my hand out to him and he gladly gave me a light hand shake.

"Owl Eyes, good to see you. It's been too long."

"Pleasure to see you both again, fantastic party if I say so. I hope you don't mind if I snuck in with a few roses upon me."

"Oh why, if you brought a rose Mr. Owl Eyes, you are welcome to the party. Now, why don't we just stop standing here and have some fun? This is a party after all."

Jordan threw a small wink at me, and I could feel a laugh crawling up my throat. The three of us walked around the whole mansion, talking to party guests to see how they were doing and I was finally announced as the host of the party. The hours droned on by, people coming and going, and the roses were just growing.

Tables became littered with roses after the stairway railings couldn't take anymore roses on, and people were soon posing and taking photos with them. As the few hours of morning slowly came upon all of us, the guests vanished as they came and soon not a single of note of music filled the air.

Jordan was sitting the banisters of the staircase, plucking off the petals to some of the roses, letting them fall upon the steps. Sitting down next to her, I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me, breathing in the perfume that barely lingered upon her.

"You sure know how to through a wonderful party, Nick."

"I learned how to throw the party from Gatsby. He had extraordinary parties Jordan, and I was invited from each one and stayed after the last guest left. We had long talks, he told me all the keys to have a successful party, and with all that he told me, I used it to make this one. Does this make me a successful as he was with parties?"

"Oh Nickie, it doesn't matter how successful the two of you were. Long as you feel that you accomplished putting a party together and knowing everyone enjoyed it, that's all you need to know that your parties were successful. So what should we do about these roses?"

"Let's think about it in the morning, after we get a good night of sleep. We'll go through the roses then and figure out what to do with them. I'd rather get some rest, for tonight was a night that I don't think we will ever forget."

"Don't I know that. And when we wake up, we'll feel hung over and drunk like. Probably tired and sore too, god knows how many times I woke up sore after a night of fun like this. Betting in the morning, this party is going to be in all of the papers. And people will be wanting more parties, so we better start planning."

"I say we do two or three a month, then that way things don't go crazy and everyone gets a break from it all. Each theme will be different, no party will be the same, and if we do a few a month, then we got time to plan them all out."

She gave out a gentle laugh, and the two of us walked off towards her bedroom. She unlocked the door with a key, and I shut the door behind us. Staring at her, my hands grazed over waist and we stared at the windows of her bedroom. She had told me her Aunt replaced them while she was gone, and she liked the look that it had given her bedroom now. She slipped out of my grasp, and vanished into a room that was joined to her bedroom. Going into a different joined room, I changed into the nightclothes that I had left here and walked back into the bedroom.

The bedroom lights were out, but I could see her figure standing by the windows. It was illuminated by the moonlight, giving her an angels glow as she stared at the moon that was above us all. Slipping my fingers through hers, I pulled her into bed, letting her press herself against me. My chin rested on the top of her head, and her warm breath flittered down my skin.

Raising her head a small bit, I planted a gently kiss upon her lips.