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Chapter 4- The Party
Harry and Rose Saxon stood hand in hand chatting politely to the members of their celebratory party. The looked stunning: he was dressed up in a classic, black tuxedo with shining black shoes and glinting silver cufflinks; Rose wore a chocolate hued, silk gown that hugged her curves and trained slightly at the back, on top of that she had a cream bolero jacket with large folded back panels and delicate embroidery and beading that matched her dress. Someone in the group told a joke and the couple laughed freely, Rose sipping sparkling champagne from her tall flute at the same time. Slipping his hand to the small of her back Harry shuffled inconspicuously nearer to his spouse, as his eyes studied every member of the party, wondering if the Doctor would make an appearance, both hoped so.
Dismissing their current group with a meek apology and a slight bow of their heads the couple slowly stalked away, disposing of their empty glasses and collecting full ones. Rose threaded her arm through her husbands, leaning her head against his shoulder as he steered her towards a new group of swarthy, slimy snobs. The quiet mutterings of the group they had just left did not escape their attention, nor did the careless mention of their names. The Master smirked clandestinely to himself, soon they would not be smiling, he thought cruelly. They acted as if completely comfortable in the whole situation talking intelligently and laughing when it was expected. No one seemed to notice that their minds were not at all focused on the party, two pairs of dark eyes flicked excitedly about the room, scanning through the noisy crowd.
A number of authorised photographers and reporters milled around about the party-goers, clutching their notebooks, media passes and cameras. Occasionally a brave reporter would approach and ask for a picture of the PM and his partner, every time the couple would graciously agree and then strike up a pose, before the photograph snapped the picture and moved away smiling, the couple would share a secret glance, an adoring kiss on the cheek and then move back to their previous engagement. The two never let go of each other, they seemed to hold each other as if letting go would mean certain death.
When the sky grew pitch black and the hundred of twinkling, silver stars appeared the party were all called to the grand staircase of Ten Downing Street, where Mr Saxon stood with a serious yet happy expression half way up the steps looking out over the crowd. His wife hovered at the foot of the stairs, her soft dress shining in the light, but outshone by the light of pure love in her face and eyes. Harry's eyes passed over each staring and interested face with an undetectable look of disdain, the only time his face truly lit up was when it passed over the figure of Rose,
"My dear friends and colleagues," he exclaimed loudly, "The past day has been overwhelming, not that I ever had any doubt that I would win," the mass laughed, not aware that it was not a joke, "Thank you for being here to celebrate my win. I will heal and revolutionise this country, under my leadership this nation will become great again!" Applause filled the room, Rose peered over her shoulder to gaze smugly at the euphoria in the room, even the servers were clapping. The blinding flashes of cameras and the scratching of pens of paper could be clearly seen and heard, "Enjoy the remainder of the party! Eat, drink and be merry!" he finished joyously before stepping gradually down the steps, taking his companions hand and squeezing it reassuringly as he did so.
A number of politicians approached to shake Harry's hand and try and get into the new Prime Minister's good books. Once the well wishers had moved away Rose leaned up and whispered into her lover's ear,
"Suck-ups," he chuckled quietly as his eyes watched the people intently.
Moving over to the enormous grand-father clock in the hallway the Master looked down at his wrist watch and then up at the large, imposing clock face. Eleven long, booming chimes erupted from the old clock and the Master grinned cruelly, taking a long gulp of champagne to hide the suspiciously, evil smile. The deed would now be complete. By now his political rivals would be lying in their watery graves out at sea, never to be found. His political career was now safe. Anyway in two days time he would be secure from it all, with the love of his lives by his side.
Everything would be perfect.
So this is a little missing scene chapter! I just really wanted a little party scene with Rose and the Master all dressed up and mixing with suck-ups and snobs! Sorry about the wait this time have exams on so it's REVISION, REVISION, and more REVISION at the moment!
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