Oh she was way too sober for this night. As Heidi’s eyes found her she cringed. If there was one thing that Wave hated more than women who wore white after labor day it was Heidi Renard and her fake overly white teeth, “DARLING! It is just so wonderful to see you.” the blonde chimed as she rushed over to her, arms out stretched for a hug.     Right, the 28 year old was a hugger. “Where in the world is Charles?” it sounded like nails on a chalkboard, the name Charles was everything pretentious that B tried so hard not to be. But Heidi fancied it. And if there was one thing that B always did now it was the things that Heidi fancied.      She did her best not to gag as she stepped into Heidi’s wide open hug. The rock-hard silicone bounced off her own chest. At least daddy's money was paying for something she figured. “You look so cute tonight. I’m so happy you’re here.” like she wouldn’t have shown up for B’s birthday. She was pretty sure she’d decided on the guest list, even if she shouldn’t have been in the bar in the first place. When you had the money to pay for whatever you wanted, the doors opened themselves.      Like the drinks, the drinks needed to start pouring themselves. Waverly turned to the bartender, She motioned to him and he nodded, assuring her that he’d be right over. No one asked her age, no one accused her of being  under what she should have been. Instead, they saw a pretty girl flashing money and they found their footing. Too bad that the second he walked over he’d probably be distracted by Heidi’s fake chest. She’d walk around the bar herself if that happened though. “Have you seen Charles?” the worried model asked again and there was only one thing that Wave could find it in herself to do, “Last I saw him he was with some girl on the balcony.” What was she supposed to do? Lie? Heidi turned a shade of heartache then. One that Wave knew all too well and probably should have felt guilty for. But of course, she didn’t.       Instead she mentally patted herself on the back as the bartender slid her a drink and walked away again. It took her thirty seconds to make sure the coast was clear before she reached over the counter and pulled the vodka bottle to top off her drink. Amateurs never knew how to do things right.        She’d just leaned over to place the bottle back when lips brushed the top of her head and she knew without looking who they belonged to, “You giving Heidi trouble again Snow?” how he always knew when she was up to no good she didn’t understand. It was probably a side effect of them being so close.        A smirk crossed her features for the briefest of moments as she looked up at him through fake lashes, “what are you talking about B? I would never.” She countered bringing the drink to her lips only to have it usurped from her fingers and swallowed down by him. Sometimes she hated him.       “Heidi’s been waiting for you for hours B. How dare you keep a girl waiting.” The poor bartender turned back in her direction again, motioned to her empty glass, signifying that she was ready for another. Even if part of her wondered if she should have just grabbed it herself. It was Heidi’s words that made her decision for her.         “Charles, I just wanted to say happy birthday.” Why did she have to make everything sound like a whine? Waverly’s eye roll was not contained. “Can we go somewhere more private?” the bile burned in her stomach then and there was relief as the bartender slid another drink across the bar in her direction. She needed all of the liquor she could consume she decided. Anything to wash away the thoughts of what was probably going to happen when her idiot of a best friend decided to follow.     Though, as B always did, he surprised her, “I’d love to Hide. But I can’t remember the last birthday I spent without my best girl.” His hands were on her shoulders, a smirk once again pulled at her features as she tilted her head back to look at him. Even if he wasn’t looking at her.      She could also hear the sound of tears in Heidi’s meek voice, “Oh, okay.” But she couldn’t have cared less. Instead, she tore her eyes away from the woman and reached for the glass to take another sip.         He reeked of liquor and expensive cigarettes. She knew both of those scents far too well. “Let’s take a trip to Paris.” His words were partially slurred as he proposed it and for a moment she laughed, “Paris” she countered, half amused by his suggestion. The dopy smile across his features told her he was more serious than she thought. “That’s all I want. Let’s take off tonight, watch the sunrise from the airplane. Come on Snow, please baby?” her resentment for him and the way he made her feel was immense. There would never be a time when she didn’t do everything he said without question.       At least, she didn’t expect there ever would be.        She finished off her glass before turning to him, “fine, but you’re buying clothes for this one.” It wasn’t as if it would be the first time the pair took off without warning. His parents were used to that, hers just wouldn’t care.       There was a kiss he’d leaned in for then, just a chased one to her cheek was what she’d expected. Yet as she turned her head she caught his lips against hers. Before anything could be done to stop it, the kiss had gone further and everything inside of Wave told her she needed to stop it.          Yet the moment her brain and heart tried to have a conversation there was nothing that could be done. Her arms were around his neck, his hands in her hair… it was the beginning of more mistakes than she dared count.
















