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Chapter 5 Interlude, At the Ball (2)
Zelgadiss sighed. The fete had reached the point where everybody who could find a partner was expected to dance. Of course, he got to be a wallflower. Nobody wanted to dance with him.
Much to his surprise, though, one of the gold-diggers came up to him. She wasn't actually an attractive woman. She wore clothes whose skimpiness only made the flaws in her figure hard to ignore, and wore excessive makeup to the point of actually attracting attention to what he could only hope had been things she wanted to hide. To top it all off, her hair was bleached blond, and in need of conditioning. It was obvious that she was nearing the end of her chances; only a desperate or a blind man would actually marry her.
"Hello, handsome," she began in an attempt at sultry tones that did more than merely fail. "Would you...like to dance?" The suggestiveness was too obvious to escape notice.
"No," he said, trying to refrain from wondering what he did to deserve this. "I don't know how anceance," he said, which was a mild lie but almost required for him to politely turn her down.
"I'm a very good teacher. I know all the moves," she said. The intended double meaning was still painfully, offensively obvious.
Zelgadiss sighed. Time for Plan two. "Excuse me, but I need to get a fresh drink." She opened her mouth to say something, probably something suggestive about accompanying him, but he cut her off. "I can do that by myself."
She gave him an ugly look, and walked away quickly. Zelgadiss didn't care that she was offended by his behavior. He was happy that she had been willing to go away.
Zelgadiss was left alone, as he wanted to be, for a while longer. Apparently his bruskness towards the gold-digger had managed to convince most of that group to leave him alone for the night. However, as the effects of the finally-spiked punch started to show on a few of the more fervent punch-drinkernothnother approached him.
This one was what the first might have been like when younger. She didn't wear as much makeup, though she more than made up for that by wearing too much of a heavy perfume. Her clothes hadn't been directly chosen for skimpiness, but rather chosen to be as skimpy as the current fashion might allow regardless of how unflattering the results might be on her figure. Her hair was dyed a fashionable color, too, though at least she made the effort to make sure that it was a good dye job and only the fact that the color clashed horribly with her complexion caused the unnatural nature of its origin to be known.
"Would you please dance with me, sir?" she said with feigned shyness.
Zelgadiss groaned. Not again, he thought to himself, and decided to lie for the sake of politeness once again. "No thanu, mu, miss. I'm a very clumsy dancer."
"Oh, but I don't mind a little clumsiness when I'm dancing with a handsome man!" Her attempt to make that sound 'girlishly cute' failed dramatically, though it might have worked on somebody other than the chimera.
"I crush women's feet." He decided to add a false complement, since she wasn't completely offensive, just mostly so. "It would be a shame to ruin such lovely feet as yours."
She smiled, apparently willing to accept this excuse. "Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to find another partner."
Finally, the clock chimed 11 o'clock, and Zelgadiss could politely make his exit. Zel made a final circuit around the fete, making sure he made his required goodbyes to his friend Lina and her fiancé, the hostess, and Xelloss (whom everybody else insisted counted as his friend) & his wife. The last one he found was Xelloss, who was standing at an edge and drinking punch with his wife in unusual silence when he found them. Xelloss was unusually cooperative in letting Zel finish his obligatory farewell, not even saying anything past the automatic polite response.
Zelgadiss worked his way to the exit, wondering why Xelloss acted so strangely and if that had anything to do with Xelloss's recent marriage, when someone wrapped an arm over one of his shoulders from behind. "Long time no see, Zel-chan!" a sugared voice drawled in his ear. He tried to not flinch too much, recognizing the voice and smelling the alcohol on the speaker's breath.
"I'm sorry, Melannye, but I was leaving." She was his least favorite of the gold-diggers. Melannye Dela-Mer was well-bred, true, but her elder brother would inherit the Dela-Mer fortune and she would at best get a stipend if she didn't marry. As a result, she took after her mother and did her best to seem like what she thought any man would dream of having as a wife.
She had also been one of the first, and definitely the most cruel, of the women to reject Zelgadiss down when Rezo was trying to arrange a proper marriage for his heir. He was not surprised that she was flirting with him while she was drunk.
Thankfully, she was intoxicated enough that he was easily able to politely remove her from his shoulders. She blinked drunkenly, and must have spotted another unattached male as she stumbled away from him. Zelgadiss spared one glance in her direction, and smirked as he saw that her new victim was Gourry. He was almost tempted to stay to see what Lina's reaction to that would be, but he didn't want to risk being drawn back into the fete.
Zelgadiss cautiously pushed the apartment's door open, not sure if he was quite welcome. He had forgotten last morning, yesterday morning now, that he would be arriving there around midnight. He knew that Ami didn't know him well enough yet to know that he kept his word. For some reason, that made him feel bad, but he didn't know why he would want Ami to know him that well when he didn't want to become attached to her nor for her to get attached to him.
He relaxed as he saw her innocently curled up and sound asleep on the couch where she must have been waiting for him. Her robe hung slightly open, revealing a pale pink slip. He couldn't help thinking that she was innocent...and sexy. He sighed, and told himself that he was being a pervert by finding her innocence a turn-on.
He quietly changed into his pajamas and carried her to the bed. She looked much too cute and sweet for him to wake her up, but the couch wasn't a very warm place for sleeping and she didn't deserve to be cold because she'd waited for him.
The bed was more comfortable for cuddling in, too. He carefully tucked her into the bed, then slid in beside her. Zelgadiss pulled her form against his own, tucking her head beneath his chin. She was warm, and very soft...
All he had to do is keep telling himself that it didn't and wouldn't hurt to spend yet another night cuddling her and enjoying the warmth of her form against his own.
There's very little for me to say, except that I've no idea where Melannye Dela-Mer came from nor if she's going to ever turn up again. The women who turn up in this chapter are not based on any particular females I know, because I've been quite lucky and never had to deal with those particular types.
Dark chocolate and reviews will encourage me to work faster & be welcomed.
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