Disclaimer: I don't own the Steampunk Chronicles. I wish I did, but I don't
Griffin's POV:
Emily looked pretty angry. I thought I had better tell her what had happened. But then Finley butted in. 'It's not Griff's fault. I'll tell you...'
-Flashback-
No one's POV:
Last night, at the Pick-A-Dilly ball.
There were drinks everywhere, everyone was masked, and Griffin, Finley, Emily, Sam, and Jasper were all at the Pick-a-Dilly Circus. The nobility weren't usually found there, but hey had heard something about Garibaldi, so they went.
They had had just a little too much to drink, and were dancing, glad of the masks that hid their faces. If the newspapers found out that a common girl was dancing with a duke, the gossip would continue for years. They danced and danced and danced. They forgot about Emily, Sam and Jasper, they forgot about Garibaldi, and they forgot about their social statuses. At 10 o'clock they left. Their friends stayed longer, not leaving until at least 12 o'clock.
When they got back home, they were a giggling mess. Finley was too drunk to stay upright, so Griffin dragged her as far as his room, which was the closest. The rest was all a blur.
-Flashback end-
Emily angrily tapped her toe. For such a short person, she could be terrifying. 'Finley, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! WHAT IF IT HAD BEEN DANDY! OR SOME RANDOM BLOKE ON THE STREETS! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY HURT!' She yelled
'I'm sorry.' Finley meekly replied 'it won't happen again, unless I mean it'
'Thats okay, lass. You're forgiven. Griffin, on the other hand...'
Finley escaped, as Emily started to yell at Griffin.
Sooo, what do you think? I know it isn't very good, but if you could leave a comment telling me what you think, I would be very happy. I know this is really short, but I'm not planning on doing long stories.