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Bad Karma Part 5 - The Belle End of the Ball The new Lauren together with her fake mother Jasmine picked up the slumped body of the real Lauren and carried it into the main master bedroom. They temporally deposited her down onto the deluxe double bed with mauve silk sheets whilst they prepared to get to the panic room. "Help me get the wardrobe out of the way," the new Jasmine said. The fake Lauren nodded. It was going to be a delicate operation getting the real Lauren into the panic room as her mother would no doubt be awake by now inside the room. The main thing about a panic room is that was designed to stop outsiders getting at the people safe inside it rather than locking people inside it. So to hold Jasmine there, at least on a temporary basis before her husband returned, they had pulled across a large wardrobe to block her exit. Neither of the men in their convincing female disguises was particularly well muscled and it took the pair of them some time to shift the wardrobe to the side of the heavyset door. The real Jasmine, still tied up to a chair inside the room heard them shifting the furniture. As soon as the door was free, she tried to burst through the door whilst still affixed to the chair. The fake Lauren and her cohort were ready for this however and they tackled her to the ground. This wasn't difficult as Jasmine's legs were already bound to the chair and only a small push was required to unbalance her. "Get off me you imposter!" Jasmine yelled as loudly as she could. "Lauren help me!" The fake Lauren knew that Jasmine couldn't see the real Lauren on the bed from where she was on the ground and she decided to test out her disguise with the real woman. "What? Why are there two mums?" she said aloud, pretending to be confused. The fake Jasmine didn't seem happy at this, not expecting her to appear to be turning against her. "Quick free me up Lauren," Jasmine begged her. Lauren looked like she was going to comply but then instead of freeing the other woman's hands, she hauled up the chair and carried it back into the panic room. "I'm sorry mother but you've been bad and you need to be punished. Your karma is finally catching up with you," Lauren told her as she set the chair back down. "Lauren, how dare ..." Jasmine's eyes narrowed. "You're not my daughter. You're a fake just like that other woman." Lauren smiled at the real woman, pleased that she'd managed to fool her at least for a short time. "From now on, we'll be the real Goodridge ladies," the fake Jasmine interrupted as she deposited the real unconscious Lauren in the panic room. "Now I've set the room to a permanent three day lock. It won't be able to be opened from either side for that duration. Don't worry, there's food, clothing and a toilet inside the panic room. When Lauren wakes up, she'll be able to release you from the chair. You'll even be able to watch and see just what a good job that we're doing taking your lives over on the cameras." "You'll never get away with this, whoever you are. My husband will find you out. No doubt that you're just some penniless floozy who wants to live the high life. Well, you'll never fool Marcus," The real Jasmine told her rather forcefully. "Oh I wouldn't count on my rather sexy husband being able to tell us apart. I've been studying you for months and I have your mannerisms down pat. Plus you were kind enough to give me access to your bank accounts. Oh and my new daughter is quite the fast learner as well." Lauren watched as the new Jasmine told the real Jasmine all of this. She wasn't wrong, she had Jasmine's inflexions on her words completely nailed and she moved just like the real version. "You'll get caught and locked away for this," Jasmine said defiantly. Lauren wondered as they shut the door to the panic room just what the new Jasmine had meant when she said that from now on they'd be the real Goodridges. She'd always believed that the masquerade was just going to be for the ball this weekend and that after Marcus had left on Monday morning again they'd let the real versions out. "What did you mean by we'll be the Goodridges from now on? We're just doing this for a bit of revenge this weekend surely?" Lauren asked. "Did you really think that we could walk away from this and there wouldn't be consequences? What happens when we let them go? They'll go straight to the police who'll be on the hunt for us. You don't think we'll be able to keep this under wraps with the police on our trail do you? No, the best solution Lauren is that you be a good dutiful little daughter and play your role in this. I already told you that there's no going back," her mother told her. Lauren knew that she'd have to get used to thinking as Oscar dressed up a Jasmine as her mother to play the part this weekend, but from now on until he died? That was a sobering thought. "Well I thought ..." She let it trail off. There was some logic to what the fake Jasmine had said, but until now it hadn't really registered. ********** Marcus had finished work early like he normally did on a Friday these days to meet up in secret with a rather lovely young woman by the name of Meredith Earnshaw that he'd met quite by chance at a conference. He hadn't meant to start an affair, but Jasmine had started to bore him recently and the old spark that they'd had when they first married and had their daughter Lauren had faded and gone. He'd not wanted to divorce Jasmine for the sake of Lauren at first and then as Lauren grew older so as to prevent her from getting a lion's share of his wealth. After all, she'd only squander it on some terrible business scheme that was doomed to failure. He'd booked a hotel suite as usual for the two of them and was surprised to find that Meredith was already there waiting for him on the bed dressed only in her lacy thong, suspender belt, bra and stockings. "Like what you see lover boy?" she asked. Marcus could see her business suit, heels and handbag discarded on the chair next to her oversized carry bag. "You know I do, Merry. You always make me merry," Marcus replied. He could feel his loins stirring already at the sight of her draped on the bed, but in deference to politeness he didn't immediately jump her bones. "Shall I order champagne?" "It's a little early for me to start drinking darling. Come on over and remove that heavy looking suit so I can see more of your manly chest," Meredith replied. Marcus inwardly shrugged. He could have done with a drink, but he was also getting primed for action. After all they could have a drink after sex, so he could have both. He stripped out of his business suit before pulling down his boxer shorts to reveal his manhood fully ready for the upcoming event. Meredith's red lacy thong and suspenders were sending his blood racing and a lot of it had gone directly to his dick. He nearly leapt on top of her and she giggled gaily as he started to massage her breasts before expertly unhooking her bra at the back. Marcus was no beginner at these things and began kissing and fondling her all over. As usual she responded with oo's and excited ah's at his touch. Marcus loved how she was so sexualised and responsive to him and that only heightened his excitement whilst sex with his wife was rather mundane and it often seemed like they were going through the motions. Meredith was an active participant and she began teasing his balls with her dainty fingers, her nails tickling the hairs on his scrotum and making him all the more excited. He didn't want to wait and he pulled her little thong down revealing her hairy pussy beneath, which he plunged two fingers into to warm her up. Several minutes of fondling and teasing later and Marcus could wait no longer for the main action. Meredith rolled over and sat up on all fours on top of the bed and waggled her rear seductively to tempt Marcus to enter her doggy style. He really didn't need the invitation and he plunged his engorged member into her waiting honey hole. He began to pound her from behind whilst reaching down and fondling her breasts. He was pleased at her moans of pleasure as he continued his assault on her pussy. He grunted as he stepped up the pace, noting that her moans became louder as he slapped his thighs harder onto her butt. It was not too long before Marcus felt he was about to burst his seed from his member into her, and he called out to her, "I'm cumming," as he did so. He was pleased to hear the noises that she made indicated that she was cumming in tandem with him. After they had recovered. Marcus ordered some champagne before they went for seconds or thirds. They sat in the hotel chairs semi naked, Meredith with her pussy still exposed between her stockings and suspender belt. Marcus was finding it difficult to concentrate on the conversation because of the view he was getting. "You know I told you that your wife was cheating on you," Meredith turned the conversation to more serious matters. "Well I have proof now." Marcus sat up at that looked her in the eyes and stopped looking down at her treasure. "What proof?" he asked. "I've obtained a video of her in the act. Now you can divorce her without her claiming half your money," Meredith told him. Was this really true? Marcus didn't know what to think. Jasmine was going off the boil and a terrible businesswoman, but he'd always believed that she was faithful to him. "Who?" he asked at last. "Her tennis coach. I have the video I can show you." Meredith got her phone out of her bag and played the sordid encounter in their bedroom back to him. "I can't believe that she's cheating," Marcus stammered. He was always so assured of himself normally. "Well she is. What are you going to do about it?" Meredith demanded, the expectation unsaid in her words. Marcus nodded thoughtfully. "This certainly deserves a response. Will you send me a copy of that video? I need to get some advice from my lawyer," he asked her. Meredith nodded back happily to him. He knew what she wanted, and had wanted for a while; but he had so far backed away from promising that she could be the new Mrs Goodridge. There were things that he would need to see to yet, but someday she might well get her wish. ********** The new Jasmine Goodridge waited expectantly for her husband to come home. Lauren was upstairs on the internet trying to use her social media to practise talking with her friends. She suspected that Lauren was going to need some time to get use to teenager social intercourse, but that wasn't really her concern. She knew that she had to be perfect for her husband on their first meeting. She checked her makeup again in the mirror and inspected the seams of the suit again for the fifth time to ensure that they weren't noticeable. The door opened and she rushed to greet her husband, and swept him up in a hug and a kiss. "My, you're frisky tonight," Marcus told her, putting her back down. Jasmine was hoping for a bit more of a passionate reunion, but she decided to take what she could get. "Just greeting my hunky husband," she said casually. It was her first interaction with the man who was going to be her husband and she didn't want to mess it up by getting over zealous and straying out of character. "Good, is my dinner ready?" Marcus asked bluntly. The new Jasmine felt a little let down by her first expose to the reality of married life. She nodded and headed through into the kitchen diner where the table had been already laid. As Marcus settled into his seat, Jasmine brought the food that had been kept warm in the oven. Marcus grunted his thanks and began to tuck into it. Jasmine ate slowly, deep in thought. "Once we've eaten, I thought that we might watch a movie and then go to bed early for some fun," Jasmine suggested as they were eating. "Fun? Oh is that what you're calling it now?" Marcus asked her. "Well that's what it's supposed to be. So how about it?" Jasmine pressed. "No, I'm a bit tired from work today. Say let's go out for a meal tomorrow night when Lauren's at her Ball and then perhaps something afterwards?" Marcus suggested. Jasmine was clearly disappointed at the lack of immediate action, but she tried not to show it. Tomorrow night couldn't come soon enough! ************** The limousine was due to arrive at 6:30 pm sharp for the ball which would be starting at 7:00pm. The new Lauren had been getting ready for its arrival for over three hours and was finally happy that she had every hair in place and that her makeup was as good as it could be. She'd asked her mother, or at least the person posing as her mother, to check it and then recheck it several times until she got irritated with her daughter. The most disturbing thing worrying Lauren was that all her friends had cancelled their pickup with the limousine company and now it was only her travelling in it alone. Did they know something? Had they somehow got word that this Lauren was a fake? She shook her head, there was no way that they could know. After all the driver had checked her out as she gingerly got into the limousine and she had noticed that he periodically looked in the mirror to check out her cleavage. The new Lauren liked being admired, but then she realised that actually in this situation it wasn't exactly being admired, but being ogled at. She frowned to herself even as she checked her appearance out in the reflection of the mirror and pulled a glass and a bottle of champagne from the mini bar to pour herself a drink. The abandonment of Lauren by her friends must have been something that Lauren did before the new Lauren came to be born. Whatever that was, the new Lauren had two choices. Either she could just take it or try and fight back. Was the real Lauren's bad karma coming back to hit the new Lauren. Was it also Dan's sins at taking over Lauren's life and stealing her prom that was coming back to him? After all he didn't mean for it to be permanent despite what Oscar wanted. The most obvious next question was what was she going to do about it? Lauren sat back in the seat and crossed her legs to think. The real Lauren had been losing her grip on her coterie of followers, that much was clear, but she still had a perfect boyfriend and wasn't doing too badly at school. Dan knew that there was a good chance he could mend the relationships if he could find out what was wrong in the first place. His version of Lauren could be much less abrasive if he chose, but did he want to do that? He was after revenge after all and it would be a fitting punishment for her to stew in the messes that she'd made. However in the meantime he, as the new Lauren would have to live with them. If Oscar had his way and they were stuck in these roles then it would be something he would have to live with. "Are you alright Miss? You look a little put out," the driver asked. Lauren was secretly pleased at being called 'Miss' but she hadn't realised that she'd let her dilemma show. She was after all supposed to be going to her prom to meet her boyfriend and thus she should be happy. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking that's all." Lauren tried to put on a fake smile to assuage the driver and poured herself another Champagne. "Overthinking I'd say. My daughter does it do when she's having a tiff with her boyfriend. She sits and over analyses every word that he's said over the past few days. Men are not that complex. You need to learn to relax and just do the right thing. Or at least that's just my humble opinion," the driver continued. Lauren had given plenty of advice out in her time as a teacher, though not in this vein. "It's not about my boyfriend," Lauren told him rather bluntly. She didn't really want to elaborate though. "Well maybe not, but the symptoms seem to be the same. I hope you don't mind me giving you advice and all that Miss. You look so pretty in your dress, but I think that underneath those pretty clothes and that lovely exterior that you're in turmoil. You need to centre yourself again. I do Yoga every morning now to calm myself down after I found myself flying off the handle at the slightest thing. Now my wife marvels at how calm I am. It's worked miracles for me and it helps me see the right thing to do. Don't take the angry route. That only leads to more hurt and pain all round. Be the strong one." It was easy for him to say. He had no idea just what the situation was or just how much of Dan's life had been crushed by Lauren. The whole point of this charade was to get revenge and not just indulging in his cross- dressing desires. The man inside the Lauren bodysuit was torn. Either he continued with his revenge and made Lauren's life worse, making his own worse as part of stealing her life or he helped her but betrayed his revenge. "I'll think about what you said," Lauren promised. She did not promise to follow his advice however. The driver nodded and decided that perhaps now he'd said his piece and that he'd better remain silent for the rest of the journey. ********** Lauren swept into the school hall like a starlet entering the Oscars. The hall had been decorated extravagantly by the ball subcommittee members in cream and lilac ribbons. Lauren found that she had to lift the hem of her black gown as she waltzed into the room, showing her stockings which peeped through the slit in the side of her dress. Lauren noticed a number of the boys looking both at her stockinged leg and her cleavage accented by her mother's diamond encrusted necklace. There was just the faintest smile that crept on her face as she slowly walked over to where Reece was standing and talking with his friends. He looked nice in his dinner jacket and bow tie, though her assessment was only from a purely academic standpoint. The man inside Lauren was not sexually into him or any other men for that matter. "Hello Reece," she purred at him. Reece turned and looked her up and down. She was pleased that he took all of her figure in with his glance. "Oh hi Lauren. You look like a million dollars," Reece said. "Do you want a drink?" Lauren nodded at that. It was a little scary being on her first date with a boy and the alcohol would hopefully help her relax. "You don't look bad yourself. I could just eat you all up!" Lauren told her boyfriend, keeping to character. She noticed that Reece looked a little uncomfortable at that as they walked over to the bar and Reece bought her a large glass of champagne. She took a sip and waited for her beau to continue the conversation. The new Lauren had observed that women often let men take the lead in these things and decided to do just that. "Oh yes, err. Look Lauren there's something that I need to tell you. We should probably go somewhere private and do it," Reece told her. He offered her his arm and Lauren took it, not knowing what else to do or say. She had to take quicker steps in her heels than she was used to since Reece was much taller than she was and had a long stride on him. It took all her concentration to move in her heels that quickly as they headed out of the hall towards the nearest classroom. Things were spinning through Lauren's head about what he could want to talk to her about. Was he going to propose to her? How would she react to that? "So what do you want to tell me?" Lauren asked him nervously. Reece licked his lips nervously but didn't yet speak. Whatever it was, it was really making him nervous Lauren noted. "I need to tell you something and I'm afraid that you're not going to like it," he said at last. Lauren wished he'd get to the point, but clearly it wasn't going to be a proposal. She was secretly relieved at that. Reece paused nervously. "I .... I err need to make you aware that I've had these feelings for a while and I've been too much of a coward to tell you before. It's really hard for me Lauren to say this and I know that you're not going to take this well, but you see the truth is that I'm gay. I've been fighting it internally for some time but I've finally bucked up and got the courage to tell the world. This ball is going to be my coming out party." He's gay? Lauren was very secretly relieved that he wasn't going to propose and that she had to kiss him and be the happy girlfriend. Then it hit her. This was really difficult for him, perhaps one of the most difficult things that he'd done in his life and he was petrified of Lauren's fury at being spurned. How should she react? Should she be the furious spawned woman that Dan knew that Lauren would normally be? Or should she be sympathetic? After all it wasn't his fault that he was gay. Lauren moved towards Reece and she noticed that he flinched slightly until she put her arms around him and gave him a big hug. She felt his strong arms go around her waist and hold onto her tightly. "I'm not the monster that the others make me out to be," Lauren began. "You should have told me sooner though." She held him and stroked his hair as though he were a whimpering puppy. Just then Reece did indeed start to cry, the tears wetting the top of her beautiful gown. "I, ... I..," Reece spluttered between sobs. "Had ... to ... be ... manly ... in ... front of ... the guys." He took one hand from her waist and wiped his eyes on his jacket sleeve and sniffed before continuing. "Then I read about Gareth Thomas' bravery and I decided that I had to stop living the lie." This was a real turn of events and Lauren had nothing but sympathy for him. She'd already wrestled with her own thoughts on the subject earlier in the week when she had had sex with Jasper. She was sure that the real Lauren would have reacted very differently to this though, but she couldn't hurt Reece who was not involved in Lauren's misdeeds against Dan. "It's okay Reece. I understand," Lauren replied softly still stroking his hair. Then a thought suddenly came to her. "Who is he?" "Jason. How did you guess?" Reece sniffed. "Call it feminine intuition." It was nothing of the sort, but the new Lauren knew that Reece would accept that. The bigger problem for her was going to be receiving the scorn of all the other women in her coterie who had already abandoned her. "Would you do me a final favour Reece? Could you not announce this until after the end of the ball?" "But, but I need to do this today! It's going to be a cathartic event for me," Reece countered. He was on the verge of bursting into tears again. The new Lauren couldn't cope with that, so she relented. After all she was supposed to be getting revenge on the real Lauren. "Alright, but can we have one last dance before you do it?" she asked. The new Lauren wanted that ball experience so that she could say that at least that was something she had denied the real Lauren. "I don't see why not. You know I think this is the first time we've really talked properly and spoken honestly to each other Lauren," Reece sniffed back. She held him and then pushed back, still holding his hands, to examine his honest looking face. "Well I guess now we are both showing our true faces to each other," Lauren lied. "You should wipe your eyes. I don't want my dance partner leaking all over my dress." They headed back to the dance hall hand in hand for their first and final dance. ********** Being held in a clinch was a whole new experience that Lauren secretly loved. Her waist was already being held in tightly beneath her dress by the corset and her bodysuit, but the extra comfort of Reece's arms made things seem somehow more secure. She'd let Reece do the leading and her feet followed where they were pushed as her mind wandered, watching the room as she turned with the dance. She recognised her supposed friends Sally and Fiona who were deep in conversation about something. Both the other two women looked stunning in their evening gowns. She noted that they were giving the couple the occasional glances as they turned on the dance floor. They were obviously talking about her; no doubt that gossip would be even greater once Reece had made his announcement. For now though, Lauren just contented herself with being the belle of the ball as she twirled on the dance floor. She had that one stunning moment of contented peace being the beautiful girl dancing with her beau, the envy of all the other girls around the room. All too soon the dance came to an end and Reece bowed to her before heading up to the stage where there was a microphone set up for the speeches that the Prom King and Queen would be making later. Reece took the microphone in his hand and started to speak. Lauren wanted to make herself invisible, but that was hardly going to be possible now. "I'm afraid I have an announcement to make, so apologies to the band for a moment." He cleared his throat before continuing. "This is very difficult for me because those who know me on the rugby field know what a tough opponent I can be. I play hard and I get results. However recently I've known that my feelings romantically have been misplaced in the past few years and although Lauren is a great, wonderful woman, I have come to understand that my romantic feelings are for men and not women." "Consequently, tonight I am going to do what I should have down some time ago, but was too afraid to do than, and to come out to you all. I'm gay and proud of the way I am. In these days we shouldn't need to hide who we truly are and I urge those others of you out there who still feel that they need to be in the closet to join me in declaring your true sexuality." Reece opened his arms to welcome his fellow gay brethren. Lauren noticed Reece glance at Jason but no one else moved to take up the microphone as the murmuring started in the background. If there weren't so many people staring at her and whispering behind their hands then she would be feeling sorry for Reece who was also getting lots of looks and stares. Then she noticed Fiona strutting over towards her. "Wow, you couldn't make up such juicy gossip at that could you?" she started. "Fancy Lauren, you being his beard all along. Especially with all the juicy details that you told us about sex with him. I suppose that was all a lie was it?" Fiona continued mercilessly. In the past Dan had experienced guys ribbing each other, but women it seemed took the whole put down to a whole new level. "This is not a good time Fiona," the new Lauren told her through her firmly clamped dentures. "I wasn't impressed with you organising the mutiny in my limousine by the way either." "Good, finally you're getting the message. I'm the alpha female around here, not you. You took that from me some years ago and now I'm taking it back. The group follows me now and you are persona non grata. Even your limp wristed ex-boyfriend doesn't want you anymore." Fiona rubbed it in. The new Lauren could feel all the real Lauren's bad Karma coming back to hit her now. She straightened herself up and smoothed her beautiful dress down. "Yes you can be queen bitch if that's what you want Fiona. I've decided to turn over a new leaf and be a better person. I'm done with being a bitch to all and sundry to lord it over everyone. The bad karma has hit me and so for me the only way is up now. I vow to make my life better and live a truly worthwhile life. You can wallow down in the mire where I used to be and feed on the scraps of false compliments and bitchy back- scratching if you want." The new Lauren hadn't meant to say all that, it had just come out in one massive riposte. "Yes, you've nowhere else to go and no partner for the ball. Sad little Lauren all on her own. Oh and I thought I'd bring you some more news. Sally is going to be the Prom Queen. I've seen that the votes will all be going her way and you won't be getting a single vote!" Fiona stuck her tongue out at Lauren as though she were a child. The new Lauren inwardly sighed as she realised that was exactly what she was compared the man inside Lauren. Lauren shrugged, it was going to be that kind of night. "Ke sera sera. Just remember this moment when you reflect on what a mess you've made of your life. It's not too late to turn it around and make something of yourself," Lauren told her. "You sound like you're turning religious on us Lauren. Good luck with that, I'm sure that all the God squadders with embrace you with open arms. Just don't expect any help from the girls!" With that Fiona turned on her lovely blue heels and lifted the hem of her turquoise gown and headed back to the safety of the pack. ************ The night couldn't get much worse Lauren figured as she finished the drink that her now ex-boyfriend had bought her. That combined with the drinks that she'd helped herself to in the limousine were now pressing on her bladder. Given that her equipment was tucked up underneath her in a pouch within the suit Lauren had found that over the past day she needed to go when she had the opportunity, else her hidden member would get itself constricted as it swelled. She decided to pretend that she was upset with everything and headed out of the main ballroom to find the ladies toilets. When she got there she found a queue, something that never happened in the men's. In front of her was a semi pretty girl that she struggled to remember the name of. It wasn't one that Dan had taught before, so the name didn't come readily to mind. The fact that she was facing away from Lauren gossiping with Greta Normanton didn't help either. "I can't believe that he's gay. He's so gorgeous. Mind you that bitch Lauren deserved all she got there. About time that she was taken down a peg or two, bitching if your makeup looked out of place," the unnamed girl carried on. Greta made eyes at her to indicate that the subject of her scorn was behind her, but she failed to get the hint. "Only last week she had a go at me because she said that my eye shadow clashed with my lipstick. I mean who does she think she is?" Greta nodded and finally the young woman got the message, turning around to see Lauren stood with her arms folded beneath her breasts. The young woman tutted and turned back around. They then stood in the queue in an awkward silence for the next five minutes until Lauren got to the front of the queue and a free stall. The new Lauren found it awkward lifting up her sheer black evening dress to do her business. It was never this awkward in the men's but somehow she relieved herself, washed her hands and left the toilet before she had any more embarrassing encounters with any more of Lauren's victims. On the way out she straightened her dress and the started to head straight back to the main hall. Just as she was getting towards the main hall she heard an urgent whisper from one of the side corridors. "Pssst." Lauren turned to look and saw one of the nerdy guys with glasses in the half lit corridor. She moved a little closer to try and recognise who it was. Finally she recognised him as Harry Evershock and he had a fruity cocktail looking drink with an umbrella in it in his hand. "What's wrong Harry?" she asked. "You've got a secret admirer who wants a chance with you now that you've broken up with Reece. He bought you this drink" Harry told her, passing the drink to her. She reached out and took it, curious as to just who this secret admirer was. "Oh really? Does this secret admirer of mine have a name?" she asked Harry. "You'll see soon enough," Harry said with a smirk. He was obviously someone who liked playing games. Perhaps this prom wasn't going to be the flop that she had thought that it was going to be prior to her visit to the lavatory. "Fine, I'll play along." The new Lauren decided that this could indeed be fun and sipped the drink as she slowly walked down the corridor in her heels. The drink had a funny taste, but then the person who looked like Lauren Goodridge mainly drank ales in the past. She'd never drunk any cocktails and couldn't tell one of them from another. She'd tasted worst bitters in her time so she took another sip to see if she could identify all the ingredients in this one. Her heels clicked noisily on the corridor floor as Harry beckoned her on faster ahead of her. She wasn't going to be hurried however. She had all night left to enjoy the experience of the ball and some secret Romeo would no doubt wait for her. She took another sip. Despite the odd aftertaste, the drink was growing on her. She was feeling every bit the sexy sensual lady as she strode down the corridor after the beckoning boy and then it happened. Her left heel didn't land properly and she fell. Her vision was a bit blurry and she barely managed to get her arm down onto the ground as she fell onto it. The cocktail however wasn't so lucky and the glass smashed on the ground, spilling the liquid all over. "Whoops! Wha's wrong?" She slurred her words a bit. She was sure that she wasn't drunk, she'd not had enough yet for that but her vision was getting worse. Around her she heard footsteps coming towards her. Oh good, someone else is coming to help her up. "Dude I can't believe we snagged her!" She knew that voice, but she was having trouble placing it as her eyes were struggling to stay open. "Yeah she was like putty in my hands," Harry said. "Now it's time for our revenge to start!" Colin Ward said triumphantly. 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