Kel rejoined her eager friends. A lot of them were already a bit rosy and
tipsy from the amount of alcohol they drank. Cleon sauntered over and
smiled drunkenly at Kel.
"Hey Kel, wanna dance?" he asked, his speech slurred.
"Uh. sure." she replied, a bit worried.
He led her to the dance floor, his steps a bit unsure of where to go next. Kel used most of her strength to hold him up straight so he wouldn't fall on her and create a whole new ruckus.
When they danced closed to a wall, her strength failed her and Cleon tripped, pushing Kel up against the wall and himself uncomfortably close to her.
"Ya look reel pretty in that dress Kel. Reel pretty," he said, closing in on her face.
"Cleon, what are you doing?"
"Kissing you."
"Well, would you be kind enough to resist yourself from doing so?"
"No~" and he leaned even closer, grabbing a firm hold on her waist.
Suddenly an arm shot out from nowhere and pushed Cleon away from her.
"You heard the lady Cleon. She doesn't want to kiss you. Now would you mind?" Neal warned viciously, immediately at Kel's side.
"Oh, right. Cheerios Kel," he said cheerfully and walked away.
"That wasn't very nice now was it?" Neal said, his voice dangerously calm.
"Don't do anything rash Neal. He's drunk."
"Being drunk doesn't excuse you from being rude like a common drunkard in the city tavern."
"Just leave be Neal. It's my business."
"Hey Kel!" Prince Roald called from afar.
"I think Roald wants a dance. I'll see you in a bit," and she walked to where he stood, smiling brightly and accepting his hand to dance.
~8~ Kel casually sauntered in the dark corridors to her bedroom. The night had gone pleasantly. She had been offered several different hands to dance so she was never on a chair to rest. Her cheeks were flushed from the dances she accepted and her hair was tousled lightly from the spins she spun. Dwelling on her pleasant evening, she failed to notice a burly noble appear from the shadows.
"Hey girly, you wanna have a good time?" the guy asked, his breath smelling of various alcohols from the evening.
"No thanks. I already had a good time at the ball," she replied, her voice a level higher from the panic that began to rise from her throat.
The man grabbed her and pulled her against him roughly.
"Let me go!" she shouted as he began to kiss her hard on the lips.
"Hey Kel, wanna dance?" he asked, his speech slurred.
"Uh. sure." she replied, a bit worried.
He led her to the dance floor, his steps a bit unsure of where to go next. Kel used most of her strength to hold him up straight so he wouldn't fall on her and create a whole new ruckus.
When they danced closed to a wall, her strength failed her and Cleon tripped, pushing Kel up against the wall and himself uncomfortably close to her.
"Ya look reel pretty in that dress Kel. Reel pretty," he said, closing in on her face.
"Cleon, what are you doing?"
"Kissing you."
"Well, would you be kind enough to resist yourself from doing so?"
"No~" and he leaned even closer, grabbing a firm hold on her waist.
Suddenly an arm shot out from nowhere and pushed Cleon away from her.
"You heard the lady Cleon. She doesn't want to kiss you. Now would you mind?" Neal warned viciously, immediately at Kel's side.
"Oh, right. Cheerios Kel," he said cheerfully and walked away.
"That wasn't very nice now was it?" Neal said, his voice dangerously calm.
"Don't do anything rash Neal. He's drunk."
"Being drunk doesn't excuse you from being rude like a common drunkard in the city tavern."
"Just leave be Neal. It's my business."
"Hey Kel!" Prince Roald called from afar.
"I think Roald wants a dance. I'll see you in a bit," and she walked to where he stood, smiling brightly and accepting his hand to dance.
~8~ Kel casually sauntered in the dark corridors to her bedroom. The night had gone pleasantly. She had been offered several different hands to dance so she was never on a chair to rest. Her cheeks were flushed from the dances she accepted and her hair was tousled lightly from the spins she spun. Dwelling on her pleasant evening, she failed to notice a burly noble appear from the shadows.
"Hey girly, you wanna have a good time?" the guy asked, his breath smelling of various alcohols from the evening.
"No thanks. I already had a good time at the ball," she replied, her voice a level higher from the panic that began to rise from her throat.
The man grabbed her and pulled her against him roughly.
"Let me go!" she shouted as he began to kiss her hard on the lips.