#hgbitterball

“What? Its really really good!” He defended himself, trying to mask the embarrassment of being caught with his mouth chock full of chicken wings. The ball was in full swing, and normally, Rowan would be sitting quietly in a corner watching the room fill and marvel, or silently chuckle depending on his thoughts on the creations on the people who walked trough the door. But he was hungry, and his date seemed to be tied up talking to someone else. Which was totally fine, but his stomach could clearly not wait another minute. 

“Okay...no...yeah, it’s a little too too much, isn’t it?” Diana asked, mainly to herself, immediately taking off the tiara. Here she was, off to the side during the ball that was well underway because of nerves, thinking a tiara was going to give her the confidence of the Queen of England. “Connor...made me get it...” She muttered then, tucking the piece away into her clutch purse. At least she didn’t have anything else in there really, save for some powder, lipstain, and her ID/credit card. 

“Oh my!! Shit shit I am so sorry thats.. I didn’t mean to..” 

“Holy shit did I pick the best time to come to this town. Free alcohol, free food, an entire room where you can break stuff with no consequences – this is awesome.”

"You know what -- let's bet who can swing that sledgehammer harder and loser will go to the dinning area and bring back some food. Deal?”