*OH, MS BELIEVER

“The whole thing was a bit tacky in my opinion- a party so soon after a murder.” Fleur shuddered and took a long drag from her cigarette before blowing cigarette smoke above her head, “It’s as if no one in this town knows a thing about class…the champagne was good though.”

       “Don’t let one of the Cassacrazies here you. They might try to lock you up in one of their many dungeons. They may never let you out.” She mused, a smirk forming on her lips. “I don’t know, they had these mini hand-soaps in the bathrooms shaped like desserts. I snagged some of ‘em.”

It was two, maybe closer to three in the morning. Dane hadn’t been home in a few days. The hospital had been overrun recently. He felt bad about being away, but his job allowed him to provide for his family. The only thing that truly mattered to him, although in the moment he was particularly only interested in finding something to eat. There were leftovers in the fridge, but he couldn’t be sure from when. After sniffing inside a few containers he decided on a beer and a pint of ice cream. Dinner, breakfast, whatever this was, of champions.

Sitting at the island bar now, Dane sipped his beer between over sized spoonfuls of Rocky Road. His amber eyes scanned the perimeter of the house, making mental notes of everything that still needed to be done. A big project for Spring time was the back yard and setting up a play area for the twins. In the meantime he wanted to finish the crown molding and was looking up at the ceiling in thought when he saw a light come on out of the corner of his eye.

@opheliaslade

          Thank God it had been her day off. It meant she was able to spend time with her babies, her sister, she was able to get things done around the house like the laundry and tidying the nursery and her own room. She was able to relax and allow the day to just pass by. But as evening soon came over, the twins began to fuss which meant it was definitely time for their bed. Over the months since them being born, the brunette found a knack for putting them down, Madison being the easier of the two. It was one simple lullaby and she was knocked out cold, ready to be put in her crib. Dean on the other hand was much harder, demanding to be rocked and sung to, and rocked some more. She didn’t mind though as it allowed her a moment alone with the little boy. The moments she adored, even the ones that were filled with vomit and dirty diapers. Not soon after putting down her somewhat mini-me, she fell asleep moments later, in the comfy rocking chair in the corner of the nursery, while she listened to the breathing of their babies. 

        Unfortunately, she woke to the sound of ruffling in the kitchen with a kinked new and a somewhat sore back. Rubbing at her eyes, she looked around for a quick moment, searching for the clock that displayed the time. A quiet groan escaped her lips as she padded quietly from the nursery to the kitchen, turning on one of the hall lights, only to spot him sitting there, a beer in hand and a spoonful of ice-cream. A small smirk formed on her lips as she stepped closer, her voice soft and quiet as she spoke. “What, you didn’t think I’d want some too?” She joked, before coming to take a seat beside him. “You didn’t check the oven, did you? I left you a plate of food, but I guess it can be warmed for lunch tomorrow.” She mused, before giving the smallest of shakes to her head, allowing a quiet yawn to overtake her. “How was work?”

      It felt like the whole night she was wondering where her twin was. During every conversation with other people she’d find her green hues wandering the room to see if she could spot her; it couldn’t be too hard, right? They were twins, after all. She knew Olivia’s face like she knew her own. Perfectly. Taking a deep breath, Ophelia excused herself from the conversation she recently found herself in in hopes of searching out her sister. Maybe, just maybe, she was out on the dance floor with someone special, or at the bar drinking away the night. Then again, Ophelia couldn’t see her sister doing either of those things but she could hope. Thankfully, it didn’t take too much longer to scope out the other woman. A smile forming on her features, she came to stand next to Olivia, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning over with a quiet whisper. “You know what would be so much better than this? Pizza at my house, while we watch a terrible movie.”

        Balls as extravagant as these---- balls in general, weren’t exactly Ophelia’s forte. She felt out of place, overdressed, and uncomfortable. That morning she pawned her kids off on her parents, giving her the chance to get ready, to enjoy a night out and to not worry. Unfortunately, she was anything but comfortable and unworried. She had her fourth glass of champagne in hand as she made way to find her best friend. With a deep sigh, she came to stand beside the petite brunette. “Listen, if I ever have to wear a dress like this again, it’ll be too soon. I cannot tell you what my feet are feeling right now, but it is not good.” She muttered, quiet enough for only Noelle’s ears to hear. She didn’t need the entirety of the ball knowing how much her feet were swelling. “Honestly, why does anyone think this is a good idea?”

“Too far,” Genevieve said with a smirk. “I doubt it. Plus it’s surprisingly cleaner,”  She said. “Plus I don’t want to run into anyone up there. The second floor is kind of know for people hooking up,”

         "Yeah, I guess... In truth, I wouldn't want to venture off in this place on my own. You never know what you’d find; maybe a torture chamber or something.” A smirk rose on Ophelia’s lips, a quiet laugh escaping. “I’m not sure how many people are hooking up right now. All the drama seems to be down here.”

As nice as the Cassadine’s castle was, it seemed most of the female bathrooms were preoccupied at the moment. But of course, the men’s restrooms were free. So she did what and lady would do. Wait till no one was looking and ducked in to men’s restroom. Once she was done, she walked out and caught the eye of someone who was turning the corner. “What? Sometimes you have to send a woman to do a man’s job,” She said with a flip of her hair over her shoulder.

         “You know, I’m pretty sure I saw an open bathroom upstairs.” She commented with a shrug before a quiet laugh erupted from her lips. “But hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. I don’t think anyone really cares.”