of glass and she heard it shatter on the ground.
“Look I get it haha I do! But uh, here’s the thing?” He gave her a quick twirl and she swore she heard something clink in his pockets—or had they knocked off another glass? “I’ve said so much shit to so many people! Mostly I’m jus’ some guy from LA, but from there? All bets are off! I got some folks thinkin’ I’ve got a lost love, some others thinkin’ I wrestled a bear… I’m in a motorbike gang (actually that part’s true)… Oh and at least one guy thinks I’m part Djinn!”
“Part Djinn?!”
“Yeah!” He snorted. “I have no fuckin’ idea how I got away with that. Hilarious!”
It was hilarious and Ariscille couldn’t help grinning.
“That… is actually fantastic! But what do I say then?”
“Whatever you want! Look here’s my point, I’ve made up so many stories tonight and there’s so many people calling me so many different names…” He suddenly dipped her then and leaned in close, his eyes sparking with the energy of a lightning bolt. His manic grin widened and he whispered in her ear in a rush. “I don’t even know who I am anymore!”
And with that he danced away from her, cackling into the arms of another dancer, and making it more than clear that she was on her own. She’d have to be very careful talking about him.
If only the birthday girl wasn’t so sharp. Oh gosh, oh golly! Ariscille really nearly blew their whole cover with Miss Mina! She stuffed a few breaded shrimp in her mouth and scanned the garden. The last she saw Miss Mina she was at the fountain dancing with Tora. She’d watched him sweep her away into the crowd and hadn’t seen either of them since.
Hopefully he’d managed to keep Miss Mina off their scent, but she wouldn’t know for sure until she talked to him next. It was probably fine though. For now she may as well continue indulging in appetizers.
Just as she reached for another shrimp though, she heard someone call for her.
“PROFESSOR?! PROFESSOR!”
She spun around to see Tora walking briskly towards her.
“THERE YOU ARE! WE NEED TO GO.” He brushed past her and nabbed a couple hors d’oeuvres. “We need to go go go!”
“Right now?!” Ariscille blinked. “Wait, did Miss Mina—?!”
“Oh no, she fuckin’ loves me.” Tora shoved a few finger sandwiches into his pockets and another in his mouth. He talked as he munched. “Mmm what is in these? So damn good. Anyway, it’s her suitors that hate me.”
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