Vegas 38
The bass was pounding loudly and if there was music with it, Alfred couldn't hear it. His foot tapped in time with the beat as he lounged on the soft leather cushions of his seat. He had to hand it to the girls. They had spared no expense on this party. The black lights in the room made drink that fell into his line of sight appear neon pink. He took it, smirking at the shirtless waiter. Sure, he was getting married at the end of the week, but there was nothing wrong with just looking at his party, right? They weren't anything special compared to his Mattie, anyway.
He sighed contentedly as he leaned back into the plush cushions, sipping his drink. He hadn't figured out what they added to make it glow pink like it was, but he didn't care. He'd already knocked back a few of the sweet concoction and was feeling the effects. A sudden weight at his side caused him to turn his attention away from the strobe lights on the ceiling.
"Oh, heeeeeey Eliza- Eliva- Lizzie. Din know yooooou were coming, too." Hungary rolled her eyes, pulling the drink out of his hands before he managed to spill it on one of them.
"Well, of course! Did you really think I would miss out on something like this? Don't worry, though. The girls didn't let me bring my camera. What happens in the club stays in the club." Alfred blinked a few times as he tried to figure out what she was talking about.
"But we're not in Vegas…" Hungary shook her head, sighing.
"I just came over to congratulate you, honey. I really hope this works out well for you. I…Things are different now from the way they were back then, so I think it will." When Alfred stared blankly at her, she sighed again. Of course he'd have no concept of European history. "Have fun, sweetie. I'm going to go make sure Feliciano doesn't get too drunk or Ludwig will have my head later." She patted his knee and got up, walking over to where North Italy was being forced into a wine chugging contest against California.
"Ve~! I can't say no to so many pretty ladies!" The girls cheered loudly as the competitors started chugging, even as Hungary ran over to monitor them.
Drink temporarily forgotten, Alfred glanced around the club. It was amazing that they had managed to book the whole place to themselves for the night. Even his alcohol-muddled thoughts could figure out that was necessary though. Who knew what could be said as alcohol loosened the lips of party guests. He barely noticed as someone walked up on his side, quickly replacing his half finished drink with a new one. He turned to thank the waiter, but he was already gone. He frowned slightly. His shirtless wonder had been making eyes at him all night. Why was he playing shy and coy now? He stood, picking up his new drink, sipping it as he followed the quickly moving figure towards the back of the club.
He didn't get far before hands reached out pulling him onto the dance floor.
"Come on, Dad! The guys have been begging you to come dance with them!" He was pretty sure that was New Jersey's voice. Or it could have been Massachusetts. He wasn't sure.
"Ah, I'm so jealous! I wish I had a bunch of hot guys that wanted me all over them." That was definitely Maryland.
"Last chance to enjoy someone that isn't your sexy hockey player. Better get it while you still can." Was it really okay for Iowa to talk like that? He downed his drink and joined his daughters, and the dancers, on the floor. He couldn't quite remember what he had been doing before that anyway. He handed off the empty glass to someone and got lost in the thumping bass and flashing lights.
He found himself again a few songs later as a wave of dizziness and nausea swept over him. He stumbled off the floor, shrugging the rest of his shirt off. The dancers had done a good job of getting it mostly off him during the previous song. It was hot, stifling. He couldn't breathe. He glanced around, but all he could see was the blurry image of moving limbs. The bass continued to thump in his ears, but it was quickly fading against the deafening roar of nothing. He shook his head, bringing a hand up to his forehead as it did nothing to help him, and turned for the bathrooms he recalled being on the side.
He collapsed against the door, the force of his body pushing it open. As the floor fell into his line of vision, he braced himself for an impact which never came. As he glanced to look at the larger figure that caught him, all he could make out were purple eyes before his vision faded.