(Duncan's POV)
Can't believe Princess is gonna let me give her the first drink and make-out session of her life! I mean her first proper make-out session. Maybe I'm just confused. We approach the fully-stocked bar I had just installed in here for whatever we want. "Trent! Uh, who's the other guy?" I didn't remember hiring the other bartender for the party. He has this interesting orange hair, his devil wings are almost the same size as mine, and this guy even has small black Devil horns! That's MY THING! "Hey man! This is Scott, he's new. Anyways, have you seen Gwen around? I wanted to say hi to her before my shift ends. I'm allowed to party here too, right?" Trent gives me a fist-bump. "By the way, who's your date? I think she's new also." "Yeah man. This, my friend, is the Princess of the Heavenly Crap-dom. And let me tell you, she's one sexy kisser…" She looks shy and awkward seeing Trent. I nudge whisper to her, "Say something." "What should I say?" "Just think of something, Princess." "Hi Trent. I'm Courtney, Princess Courtney of the Heavenly Kingdom. Nice to meet you." She finally replies and puts her hand out. "Hi Courtney, first drink, huh? What'll it be? Scott's arranging the bottles right now so I'll help you guys out for now. Geoff's back already? I'm impressed, he's already had 3 beers, 1 cup of vodka and 2 scotches." He shakes her hand. "YEAH BRA!!!" Geoff is so drunk… I think that Scott guy noticed Courtney and now he's coming over. He better not even think about hitting on her. "No worries, trent. I can help this group out. Who's the foxy lady?" Scott leans over the counter, waggles his eyebrows, and reaches out his hand to Courtney. She looks away from him and blushes. I'm not gonna tolerate any of this bullshit. "Hands off MY Princess, jackass! She's MY date, got it!" I intervene; furious at his crappy flirting. "Duncan! What was that for?! He was just being nice!" Princess slaps my face; defending him. He gives a shark-like smirk when she isn't looking. Ooh that moron is sooo gonna get it before he leaves! "I thought you were supposed to be arranging the bottles. There's still a crate of wines that needs to be organized on the shelf to the left." Trent points to a box in the back I can see from here. "Oh. I forgot about that, sorry. I gotta go take care of that." Scott apologizes to him and goes into the back. About time!
I lean closer to his ear and cup one of my hands, "Thanks, bro. You always have my back." "No problem. I know you'd do the same if I was in your position. Only the other guy would be hitting on Gwen instead of Courtney." He smiles back at me. "Anyways, what are you gonna have, Duncan?" "The Lava Lover; only instead of the lava juice-rum, add beer with the juice separately. Could you do that in the same cup?" I tell him what I wanted. "Sure thing. Courtney, what are you gonna have tonight?" Trent asks her. "I don't know. I've never had a drink like this before…" "Do you want a surprise drink? I can do that for you." "What do you mean?" Princess looks at the shelves of bottles of alcoholic beverages. "He's gonna concoct a random drink for ya and you get to take a sip. If you don't like it, he'll make another one for ya instead, sweetheart." I sum it up so she doesn't get confused. But it's kinda cute when Princess doesn't understand things I do. "Oh. Then you can surprise me I guess." She decides. "IT'S GONNA BE GOOD!!! YEAH!" Geoff jogs around senselessly with without his fancy shirt on; drunk as hell. "He sure loves his drinks." Trent tells Courtney since I already know that. I mean, after knowing him for so long, it's kinda obvious... "Yeah… How does Bridgette handle it?" Princess asks the guy. "She gets strict, but only when it goes out of control and her boyfriend turns into an absolute nutjob." I interrupt my bro before he can answer. "Here you go Courtney. The Pretty Porcelain. It has hints of raspberry wine, blood orange vinegar, and a faint flavor of watermelon." Trent slides he glass to her without spilling or breaking it. "Go on, have a sip. It won't kill you darling." I just love to push her buttons sometimes. "You said you would… And don't forget that make-out session." I practically purr roughly in one of her ears. "Wait- UGH! Fine darling." She grumbles. "Remember if you don't like it, I can make you something else, okay?" Trent reminds my Princess. My Princess...I like the sound of that. "Come on, at least he's being nice." I tap her shoulder and smile innocently.
"Well that's true. Thanks for being so understanding, Trent." She grins at him sweetly, wraps her fingers around the stem of the cocktail glass and takes a large gulp. "How is it Princess?" I ask her; I'm curious to hear what she has to say. "I, I LOVE IT! The flavours of each component complement each other perfectly and I love the special touch of the watermelon. It's sweet tart, reminds me of myself…" She gazes up at me with lots of energy. (Surprising, in my eyes…) "So you don't wanna try anything else, right?" Trent turns around referring to the amazing crap on the shelves behind the counter. "No, I'm good for now." my Princess slurs; taking another sip of her cocktail. I'm proud of her. I really am; she's loosening up and turning me on even more. By a lot. "You want that 1st make-out session, Princess?" I take a seat on the barstool next to her. Before she can let me know, that jackass Scott comes back out again… "Hey Trent, I think your shift is over. Go enjoy yourself while I handle the drink-making. What poison did you pick, sweetheart?" he asks her just to push my buttons; I absolutely know it! "Oh, just the Princess Porcelain, Princey or whatever." She boops his nose and smiles flirtatiously. My Princess did not just flirt with him when he used one of MY nicknames for her. I flipped that Scott guy off before saying, "Let's go Princess. And bring your drink with you." "Why?" Courtney asks me innocently. I'm pissed off, but I can't lash out on that face… "You should try the food. It'll be better for your system." I drag her along. "Oh, ok." she follows me. "Thanks for taking care of me Du-Du-" "Duncan." I finish her sentence. "Right. I appreciate it a lot." Princess drags me towards a table instead, lays on it and pats the blank space beside her. I think she wants me there, but I don't wanna make her feel uncomfortable. I tend to do that addressing her for some reason. "Come 'ere, Devil. Give me that "time of my life' you promised." Courtney pulls her dress down a little and cues me to join her. She lays down on the table and licks her lips seductively in amusement, then I do the same and regret it. Usually, I'd gladly jump in, but this time I'm nervous. I never get nervous with this type of thing. She's drunk now. "Princess?" "Yeah?" "I'm gonna get you something to eat and a glass of lava juice." "Oh, okay. Come back soon though Dunky… I'm an impatient girl..." Courtney bats her eyelashes filled with lust; making this harder to do. Drunk girls are usually lots of fun, but drunk Princess just isn't right to me. I have to get her back to normal. I hope she doesn't throw up anytime soon, because I'm pretty sure Court won't hold in her drink for long. Conveniently, I know who can help…