Party People
GDQ Novel Excerpt. The Earth Realm Chapters.
GORDON'S QUEST
CHAPTER 3
PARTY PEOPLE
Riviairra is content overlooking the city skyline sunset with an incredible view of the party from this balcony top above the courtyard, over the DJ booth. He takes another small sip of wine from his elegant glass.
“Riviairra babe, this party is too hip and happening!” came an ethereal feminine voice behind him overpowered by the deafening music. Riviairra quickly turns around in recognizing the owner of voice.
“Iserac Destiny! What’s happening beautiful?” Riviairra says with a suave smile as the two greet each other with a kiss on the lips.
“You and your fabulous party, that’s what’s happening!” says Iserac in a flirtatious tone. To Riviairra, Iserac is a rare beauty. A tall and elegant Euro-African American woman sporting a sharp edge bob-cut hairstyle with side swept bangs. She bore beautiful rare blue eyes complementing her soft blue sparkle tube dress that contrasts nicely against her deep smooth dark chocolate skin.
“You look stunning.” Riviairra carefully sets his wine glass down on the table keeping his eyes on her.
“You too handsome.” she smiles softly.
“Shall we?” Riviairra holds his arm out to her.
“Hmm, this must mean DJ Artifax is about to heat up the dance floor.” Iserac smiles about to take Riviairra's hand when suddenly a familiar red head approaches the two.
“Hey Hottie!” Ivory shouts with excitement at the sight of Riviairra.
“How you doing Doll Face?” Riviairra grins embracing her in a libidinous manner.
“Sexy dolly as ever.” says Ivory flickering her eyes at Iserac who let out a huff of air folding her arms.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Riviairra mumbles nibbling on Ivory’s ear. Iserac reluctantly watches the two enjoying each other’s flirtatious company. Within a few seconds in passing, Iserac already detests Ivory. She loudly clears her throat reminding them both of her presence in revealing her pearly whites. Riviairra and Ivory both peer over at Iserac finally releasing each other. Ivory as always has a victorious smile across her face.
“Oh, Ivory,” Riviairra says in regaining his posture, "this is my lovely lady Iserac Destiny.” Riviairra gestures the two into a handshake.
“Yes, I know who she is.” Ivory replies flatly.
“And I just saw you on the runway at the Avoir fashion show.” Iserac adds. The two let go of one another's hands before silence introduces itself.
“HOW ARE WE FEELING ON THIS BLAZING HOT STEAMY SUMMERS NIGHT MY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE?" DJ Artifacts yells over the loudspeaker. There is a thunderous cheer throughout the premises giving the perfect queue for Iserac to make her grand exit with Riviairra away from Ivory to the dance floor.
“Any who,” Iserac wraps her arm around Riviairra’s, “we were just off to the dance floor so if you please,”
“Iserac Destiny! Is that you fair maiden?” a British accent intercepts her sentence partially drowned out by the music. Everyone except Iserac looks over to see the one they all know too well.
“Ramz . . . Oh no . . .” Iserac’s voice cracks refusing to look.
“Oh yes!” Ramz spoke already seduced by Iserac’s ethereal voice. “A voice of a goddess mi lady.” he bows softly with his eyes still on Iserac just as she turns around. Her eyes widen. Ramz’s eyes are pale green and his skin is a creamy tan color. His dirty blond hair is slicked back into a tight low single spiral curl ponytail with his baby hair combed down transitioning into his perfect thin cut sideburns, framing his masculine cheek bone structure. A small patch of isolated triangular shaped hair is located on the center of his chin. Ramz is tall and lean wearing a brown leather suit and matching vest, with an orange tie. His shoes are extra elongated, pointed toe, sleek and shiny with orange shoelaces and socks.
“Goodness . . .” Iserac sighs under her breath with disbelief strangely amazed by his latest fashion. Ramz’s attention shifts over to Riviairra who is now glaring at him.
“Ah, well if it isn’t Man Child.” Ramz says coldly to Riviairra disgusted by his presence.
“Yes, nice to see you too Rozara. I could have sworn I told them to specifically ban YOU from the party.” Riviairra rolls his eyes as Ramz squints his own fiercely causing a small chuckle to escape from Iserac's lips.
“Nice, try. However, I’m afraid your feeble attempts to humiliate me are beyond repair peasant.”
“You know what Rozara, you sorry little,” Riviairra growls clenching his fist.
“Can you at least pretend to be civilized degenerate, who constantly snags flies in his web?” Ramz quickly waves his hand around before pausing to lay his eyes on Ivory. Before Riviairra can respond to Ramz's insult, Ramz is already in front of Ivory.
“And who is this adorable specimen?” Ramz questions Ivory softly stroking her long orange hair.
“Ivory.” she smiles proudly. Only itches away from from Ramz's face, Ivory blows him a kiss.
“Aren’t you a frisky little thing!” Ramz ‘s body suddenly jolts as if he had been hit by a current of electricity upon impact of the air blown kiss. Riviairra, full of antipathy shakes his head in the act of protest.
“Yes, most like sweet, radiance of a deadly scent . . . like poison.” Ramz’s eyes burn with passion, “The plant,” he continues grabbing another one of Ivory’s silky locks inhaling its sweet scent into his nostrils, “that makes every man itch trying to possess its great beauty.” he releases her hair, allowing it to gracefully fall back into place. Ivory, Riviairra and Iserac look at each other with the same feeling of disturbance.
“Poison Ivy.” Ramz dramatically concludes reaching behind Ivory’s ear revealing a single petite green ivy leaf before making it vanish into thin air. Riviairra’s eyes widen in confusion as to what just took place while Iserac’s mouth drops in shock. Ivory remains with a blank stare.
“Uh wow, isn’t that from like, one of your movies?” Ivory questions Ramz. Riviairra balls his hands into tight fist. Anger fills his eyes.
“Okay, that’s it! You’ve out stayed your unwelcome Rozara.” Riviairra snaps at Ramz stepping in front of Ivory who was oblivious to Ramz’s comment.
“Hands down Peasant. I will not be contained.” Ramz said unmoved by Riviairra’s hostility.
To think, Iserac ponders to herself, I actually understand Ramz’s strange analogy. A small smile sweeps across her face.
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