A/N: I was supposed to update this on Friday. But I couldn't resist so, here ya go!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

What Happens at A Party

Chapter 2: I'm not going to regret it

By seven thirty, the invitees started piling up in my living room. Thank God they were all wearing semi-formal clothes or else the party hosts would be the one to feel left out. The music was blaring out on every corners of the lower level of my house, and everyone was dancing to it. I hope we don't disturb the neighbors. But, duh, who cares?

Amazingly enough, Cato, who's very much fond of parties, suddenly disappeared. Maybe he went to my room or something. I mean, he can't go to my parents' room, right? Anyway, I told myself that he'll come down and enjoy the party when he wants to. It's his loss.

I was drinking a bottle of what looks like a beer when a good friend of mine approached me. Stephen wrapped his arms around my shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. I grinned when I recognized that it was him.

"Hey, Clover. Where's Cato?" He asked, taking my beer and drinking from it. I snatched it back.

I shrugged. "Dunno. When people piled up he suddenly disappeared."

"That's very unlike him, huh?" He then scanned the room and released his arm on me.

"Yeah. Maybe you could go find him?" I asked.

His eyes landed on a girl. "No can do, Clover. I've got better things to do."

I snorted at him. "Yeah. Good luck with Lucilla." I shouted over him. He turned around and gave me a wink.

Now, Lucilla's one girl that you're gonna be lucky to even talk to. She's like, the highest and all the highs. She's a socialite, she's drop dead gorgeous, she's smart, and she's hard to get. In her lifetime, she's just had 2 boyfriends. And one of the two is Cato. Actually, come to think of it, I think Lucilla's still hung up on him even though he's perfectly moved on. Now why do I know these things? Well, let's just say that I'm a confidant and a great friend to her.

I looked around the room and smiled to myself for giving yet another great party. Everybody was having fun, though some were already a bit tipsy from the alcohol. Not that I care, of course. All I care about is throwing a great party. Only if Cato were here right now.

I was about to head upstairs and look for Cato when a hand yanked my arm. I turned around, my other hand wrapped on the knife that I keep inside my belt that was strapped to my legs, and saw Marcus, my ex-boyfriend.

Now let me tell you something about Marcus. He's a girl magnet; he's got this cute little dimples and green eyes that make all the girls swoon over him. He's toned; he's at least six feet tall. And he's pretty much smart. But the thing is, he's a three timer. You got that right. I was being three-timed for almost four months before I knew about it. I almost maimed him when I found out, but Cato did it for me instead.

Right now, I think he forgot about what Cato did to him because of me and he actually decided to approach me. Fuck.

"Hey, Clove." He greeted, as if we were long time friends.

"Hi, Marcus. What are you doing here?" I replied through tight lips.

"Well, everyone's invited, right? Don't tell me you changed that?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

I rolled my eyes. "I meant, what are you doing standing here with me, prat?"

"Can't I hang out with my favorite girl?" He asked, flashing me those dimples of him.

I was about to reply but Cato, thankfully, beat me to it.

"Fuck off, Rivers." Cato said in a tight, and very cold voice. I almost shivered.

Marcus stared at him for a long time before walking away haughtily. The nerve of that man.

"You okay, Clovely?" I looked up at him and nodded. He looked at me intently before patting my head. "I knew you could never handle him." he shook his head.

I scoffed. "Are you fucking kidding me? I was about to retort, for your information! But then you suddenly appeared. Where were you anyway?"

"I was at your room, letting the party-goers miss me." he ran his hands through his hair and grinned at me. I laughed at him and then finished drinking my beer.

"Yeah, right. By the way, Stephen was looking for you. But then he went to greet Lucilla or something." I searched for any sort of expression from his face, but I got nothing. His face was blank. Guess he did move on.

"I see," He nodded. "How many beers have you drunk already?" Way to go change the subject, Cato. Really.

"Uh, just one." he narrowed his eyes at me. "Okay fine. I've had two bottles already." I grinned sheepishly at him.

"Good. You're not getting some more." He snatched the bottle that was in my hands.

"What? No." I tried to have it back but he was holding it above his head already, which is completely out of my reach considering he's 6'2 and I'm merely a 5'4.

"Ugh. I hate you. You're such a party pooper, Cato." I grumbled whilst crossing my arms over my chest. I looked at him menacingly before stalking away.

"Hey, hey Clove! I was kidding! Come on!" He had his arms outstretched and I suddenly had the urge to go in it and hug him. Of course, I know that wasn't what he wanted.

I walked back towards him and grabbed my bottle of beer. I payed attention then to the music that was playing and heard that it was one of my many favorite party songs. I grabbed Cato's hand and led him to the dance floor.

"Come on! Let's dance! This is my favorite song ever!" I started grooving to the song. I swung my hips from side to side and whipped my hair. But then I stopped because the figure beside me wasn't moving.

"What are you, a post or something?" I asked.

"Ha-ha. Very funny, Clover. I was just merely admiring the view." He nodded over to me. At least I think it was me. But when I looked back, I saw Lucilla dancing. I sighed and covered the pain that registered in my face.

"Ookay. If it was me you're looking at, I'd probably be creeped out." Not true.

"But I wa-" I cut him off by pushing a finger on his lips.

"Pshh. Just dance. Enjoy the party!" I grinded my hips through his, and a few more seconds he started dancing. Cato wasn't a bad dancer. Especially not to parties like this one. He's always known how to move in rhythmic patterns with whoever he's dancing with. It's like something of a gift. And a pretty sexy one at that.

Somehow, I found myself facing him and him facing me. Our eyes met each other and then, his arms were around my waist. "You do know that you'll regret dancing with me, right?" he whispered. "Especially now that you're drunk."

I chuckled. "'Course not."

He smirked. "You will when you're sober."

"Maybe, Cato. But not this," Without even thinking, I stood up on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his. He was shocked, but eventually melted in it. His other hand was on the back of my neck, and the other rubbed small circles on my back.

After about a minute, I pulled away, breathing heavily. Both my arms were clasped around his neck now, and he was holding me on my waist with his hands, lifting me up a little. I wiggled underneath him, so that he'll put me down.

"You were looking at me, right? When you said that you're admiring the view?" I asked him cautiously. God if he said no I'd gladly like to be blasted on my spot then.

He chuckled, very softly, before brushing his nose to mine. "Of course I was.

"I-I'm sorry. For kissing you," I whispered really low. Why did I just do that? It was probably a doing of the alcohol in my system. Oh god.

"You're sorry?" He asked me and I nodded. He gently pressed his hand on my cheek, and I involuntarily pressed it closer, before whispering, "I'm not."

I was about to ask what, but then his lips were on me again and whatever coherent thought that was left in my brain went out. I molded into the kiss, my hands that never left his neck still on it, now caressing his very soft blond hair. His hand was pressing my closer to him, his other still on my cheeks.

We pulled away in need of air, never letting go of the other. After a moment of silence, and just staring at each other's eyes, I smiled at him and said, "I don't know what that was, but I'd be more than happy to repeat it over, and over again."

Cato chuckled and pulled me in to a tight hug.

And let me tell you that that was the best party ever.

A/N: Did it get a bit fluffy in the end? It did. Oh, well. I regret nothing. :))

Does any of you ship Captain America and Peggy Carter?

I fucking bawled when I watched Captain America yesterday. Tut-tut.

Haha.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one guys! And thank you for those people who reviewed!

Love always, Clatobelles