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Once Madeline entered the rather compacted house she awed in surprise. How could so many people just fit in there? What if it gave out? And all the people fell onto the basement? That would be stupendous!
Ivan closed Madeline's jaw. "I'm sorry." She mumbled but went unheard due to the loud noises drowning her delicate voice.
"Maddie, I present you your first party." Ivan spoke in her ear. In slight surprise she jumped.
Out of her mere unconscious she had noticed her skirt climbing up her thighs and pulled it down. Ivan didn't look at her this time for he was distracted on something that perched upon a table all the way across the room.
Ivan took Madeline's hand and walked her across the living room, squishing past all the sweaty teenagers to hit the snack table.
Madeline reached for a pastel green marshmallow before Ivan stopped her hand dead short.
"Ivan!" She glared up at the towering boy.
"Rule number one for parties; never ever eat from the snack table. This food has been touched by everyone, who knows where their hands have been." Ivan prompted as he let Madeline's hand free.
Madeline pouted slightly. "So what can I eat?" She muttered.
"Lucky for you, I had asked Gilbert to leave some stuff behind for us." He shot her a smirk then bent down and grabbed a large blue glass bottle and a bag from underneath the table. As he stood Madeline gave him the weirdest of looks. Her blond eyebrow raised beneath her bangs as her watermelon lips slightly made a small 'o'. He finally reached for two red plastic cups that perched upon the mahogany table.
Where had Ivan seen that look on her face before? He grinned and took a gentle hold of her hand before parting the sea of people on his way to the patio.
Once they arrived onto the patio, Ivan sat on a green lawn swing. He then patted the seat next to him as if signalling Madeline to sit beside him. Yet she refused. "Ivan...What are you planning?" She questioned.
Ivan lifted the blue glass bottle by the neck, it read; Skyy Vodka. 'Wow...Gilbert's a nice friend...' Madeline thought. She rolled her eyes and looked at Ivan.
"So, what will we be doing with that?" She asked as she obeyed and sat on the empty seat next to him.
"Well...you did say that you have never gotten drunk, right?"
"Oh no Ivan! I am not going to get drunk now. Nope never." Madeline shook her head violently. "You must be crazy to think that!"
"Maddie, it's ultimately your choice to get drunk, though I am going to offer you a drink." Ivan grinned.
"Offer me a drink? Ivan I actually believe that you are a horrible influence, now that I think of it."She sighed heavily.
"Maddie, I am not that bad. There people that are worse."
Madeline looked up at the night sky because she didn't really want to look at Ivan's goofy face.
Ivan sighed and continued to look at her. "Come on, just try it at least." He insisted.
This time, Madeline sighed and nodded hesitantly. Was she actually giving into it? Wasn't this peer pressure? In a way this might be considered bullying- okay, not that far.
Ivan poured less than an inch of Vodka into the red plastic cup and passed it to Madeline before doing the same for his own cup. Madeline took the Vodka into her hands and looked down at it. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...
"Madeline, I present you with your first drink!" Ivan announced as he held the bottle up in the air.
"I've tasted wine before, Ivan." Madeline shot.
"Your first strong drink." He rephrased.
Madeline nodded and brought the cup to her plump pink lips. She was hesitant and put the drink down. "I can't." She whispered- mostly to herself.
"Why?" Ivan whispered back. He didn't want to force her into anything and he surely would understand why she didn't want to.
"I just can't. I'm sorry." Madeline didn't understand but she couldn't. Something inside her told her to wait.
"We'll take it together, how does that sound?" He took a hold of her hand.
"Yeah, that sounds great." Suddenly Madeline's smiled returned and everything was back to normal.
Ivan couldn't explain it, but there was something about her that made him like her like a bear loves honey. He smiled as he saw her lovely feature light up her face. She was so lovely.
"One...Two...Three!" Ivan counted and in went the bitter liquid. Madeline, as a result, shut her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth. She coughed a bit and wiped light tears from her indigo-violet eyes.
"What was that?" Madeline managed to wheeze.
"That was Vodka, darling." Ivan chuckled.
"Well it was horrid...May I please have more?" She added and held the cup close to Ivan.
"Yes, very horrid indeed." He poured her another little bit before she took it in once more, repeating her previous actions.
"May I have-"
"No Maddie, no more." Ivan cut her pleading. "We got to dance now!" He insisted.
Madeline sighed. "Do I have to?" She asked.
"The whole point of a party is to dance and have fun."
"But I am having fun here."
"Dancing is much more fun. Now let's go." Ivan's eyebrows furrowed.
As soon as Madeline and Ivan stood from the green Patio swing, Emilie ran to Madeline.
"Oh Madeline! Dieu merci, vous êtes là! I was getting annoyed with Francis trying to hook me up with everyone. I mean like, I don't need a boyfriend and he should just go and talk to Joan! Everyone knows he's head over heels for the girl!" Emilie hugged Madeline and bragged on.
Madeline, as the great cousin she is, listened and commented on her bragging. She looked over at Ivan- whom was surprisingly looking away. Wasn't he going to stare at Emilie like he always does- especially when she has such revealing clothes on?
Her black jean mini skirt reached up to her palms- totally violating the whole arms-length rule. Her One shoulder strap white shirt could expose her chest a bit. Finally Black Heels topping off her bright brown high bun made her look rather stunning.
"Ah, Francis told you?" Madeline questioned.
"Of course! Don't you remember that when we were all kids he used to tell us over and over again?" Emilie retorted. Madeline nodded.
"And look at you, Maddie! I never thought you could wear such clothes! Who might those be for?" The blue eyed girl winked.
"Oh, They're not for anyone, Lizzie dressed me." As soon as Ivan heard those words slip out of Madeline's mouth he felt as if something had stabbed his heart without hesitation.
"Oh. Come to think of it you never come to parties, eh Maddie?"
"Ah, Ivan brought me." Madeline replied as she looked at the platinum blond of which she spoke.
Emilie's eyes grew wide. She looked at where Madeline had her gaze set. Her blood began to boil.
"Maddie, if he dares hurt you, I will kill him." Emilie threatened. She never really liked Ivan. She heard the rumours that had gone around about him. He was not to be trusted and in addition, the way he looked at her was not good. It always made her feel uncomfortable.
"Alfred's already on that." Madeline laughed. Emilie nodded in return and shot Ivan a small glare. "Let's go dance." She offered Madeline.
"I promised Ivan we would dance, so can we bring him along?" Madeline prompted.
"No." Emilie had always been blunt. Sure she was girly and smart but she was blunt as hell- especially when she didn't like someone. It would get her real agitated.
"B-but...Emilie, he brought me here. I at least owe him a dance." Madeline protested. Her eyebrows furrowed behind her strawberry blond bangs as she looked at Emilie in a slight pouting face.
"Don't look at me like that Maddie; it's not going to work." Emilie wouldn't give in. "Tell him you'll be back in a bit, okay?"
"Fine..." Madeline gave up and walked towards Ivan. "Uh, Ivan... Emi and I are going to dance; I'll be back in a bit, okay?" She smiled sweetly.
Of course Ivan had to agree. Madeline was too cute to deny. "Da, I'll be waiting." Ivan nodded and watched as she entered the house once more after shooting him a smile.
He looked at the bottle of Vodka and poured himself another little bit. Maybe he could just wait while he downed the vodka.