As the night went on, things began to happen. The oompa loompas were getting drunk, and so were my friends. Gates obviously didn't know when to say "when" because if you were to watch her, she was quite an entertaining sight by herself. Katie and Hannah were almost as bad, but not quite.
"Well, Gates seems to be having a good time. She can't stop hitting on my poor oompa loompas."
"Yeah, well, they could at least say no. they seem to be a bit drunk themselves. Wait… how come you aren't drunk yet?"
"What on earth do you mean?"
"You have drunk a bottle and a half of wine already. Why aren't you drunk?"
"Well, I have a much higher alcohol tolerance than their little systems. But if you want me to get drunk, I most certainly will."
I had to think about that for a moment, and then hastily replied, "No! No that's ok; I don't really want you to."
"Ok then, I won't."
All of a sudden we heard the cheering and chanting of a crowd of men. We turned around to see Katie, Hannah, and gates up on 3 different tables. They were dancing for the crowd of men and oompas, all the while getting money either tossed or tucked into the waist of their miniskirts. They brought them with so they could change.
"Are your friends always like this?"
"Only when they want to be…"
We sat and watched for a second, but then decided that it wasn't any use to watch them. It was actually somewhat embarrassing.
"Want to ditch this place?"
"What?"
"Do you want to go home? I'll take you home early if you want."
Yes! I had wanted to go home for a long time now, but I didn't say anything. "Well, if you don't want to leave, then I won't."
"Yes, let's go. We don't have to stay here and watch them have a good time when we can go home and finish our reception."
I knew what he meant by that, because we had talked about it. He told me that we were going to leave early so we could go home and light a bunch of candles for ourselves. Well, in short, he promised me the most romantic evening of my life.
I was beginning to get a headache from the loud music, so we decided to sneak out the front door.
"Wait, what about the oompas?"
"They will be fine, trust me. They shouldn't be home till late so we will have the whole factory to ourselves."
With that, we went home in the limo, (which was a wonderful ride) and the factory was dark. It wasn't darkness that your eyes adjust to; it was the kind of darkness that no matter how hard you try, you can never see through it. It felt like a never ending black room without any walls.
"Here, I'll have us some light in no time."
"No, don't leave me here! I can't see anything! What if I run into something?" at that moment, I felt myself run into a wall. Sure it hurt, but without light, pain isn't much of anything. "Where are you?" I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek after saying this.
"Right here."
"How can you see anything? I can't see my own hand in front of my face!"
"I know you too well."
He lit a candle, which provided quite a bit of light in the room. We then went down the hall, up the steps, and went up my ladder onto the rooftop. It was very pretty. You could see almost all of the stars in the sky, without anything in the way of it. He knew how much I loved the stars and the sky at night, and he knew how it all made me feel.
"It's so beautiful out here. One could get lost in the stars. Such a never ending blanket of sparkling glitter scattered across a velvety black canvas should never be hidden."
"I love it when you talk like that."
"What?"
'What a wonderful night' is what I should have said.
