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NINA :   I’m going to fucking strangle you .

HARRY :   Can you even reach that high ?

          “   you’re in my way ,   hook .   ”     lips pursed ,   brows arched ,   she fixes an unimpressed stare on the pirate that could cut glass .     “   move it or lose it .   ”

the party was successful. everyone was having fun, getting drunker and looser than they would ever be had there been any form of parental figures present. the ak and vks were mixing and appeared to actually getting along. the power of alcohol and a good playlist. some auradon kid that she couldn’t for the life of her identify, had brought up party games and some isle born hadn’t played it, so they had no choice but to introduce them to some. both spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven were voted down and accused of being ‘too lame’. they had no choice, the obvious answer was truth or dare. 

chad started off the game and was given an easy dare and just like that it was on. sage found no pleasure in thruths and all those she’s ever played with knew better than to try thinking of a question for her ahead of time, so when harry hook asked her the answer was a needless “dare.” she didn’t know what she expected him to say, but she really should have. this was the guy who had flirted with her upon meeting her. 

“so, you're a tough guy? like it really rough guy? just can’t get enough guy? chest always so puffed guy?”

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 and the Isle and Auradon became one again, someone had the bright idea to host a ball for everyone as if a night of dancing and amazing food could make up for the whole twenty years of imprisonment thing. Well, it could if Audrey planned it, which, she did. It was a miracle anyone let her have any say in anything after the whole totally evil stint she had. Either way, she wanted this night to go perfect. Balls were her favorite, and it would be nice to have everything go back to normal. Well, plus the whole villains running amuck in Auradon thing. Just like Audrey was learning that not everyone from the Isle was all bad, Harry was learning how to use a fork. Well, Audrey was at least trying to teach him how to use a fork.

❝It looks like a lot, but it’s all really simple when you get the hang of it,❞ Audrey laid her hands flat on the table, her eyes sweeping across the table she had set for their picnic. Everyone had to learn proper table setting, it was like, Etiquette 101. To make up for a long afternoon they were going to have, Audrey even made all the dishes herself. She wanted to cook Harry’s favorite, but “whatever’s edible” left a very vast menu. So she cooked everything she could think of and hoped he liked at least something. 

❝This one is the salad fork and this one is the fish fork. Then you have your dinner fork but all the way on the other side is the seafood fork. Then we have knives. There’s the salad knife which is not to be confused with the meat knife but they get pretty confusing because, hello, they look exactly the same! But you can tell the fish knife apart because it has this strangle little shape. Then you have the soup spoon and the teaspoon and you DO NOT want to mix those up, because the last thing you want is broccoli cheddar in your earl grey,❞ Laughter twinkles out like bells, remembering a particularly embarrassing dinner from when she was younger. ❝Then you have your dessert fork and spoon—oh! Glasses! There’s one for every drink that you . . . ❞