Little Party Never Killed Nobody ~ 1920s AU
@will-you-hunt
The music was so loud that it made Rosie dizzy. That might have also been the number of glasses of champagne that she had consumed during the night. The frills of dresses and fireworks were imprinted in the insides of her eyelids. Women were giggling and chatting around her as men were smoking, dancing together. The mansion of the Worthington twins was a well known place, filled with only the elite who were allowed to party with them. Rosie’s family was known as the upcoming and most influential family of their generation. They were practically bathing in money. She remembered when they moved into the house that they live in now and all the rich friends she met later.
Rosie navigated herself through the crowd, her silver fringe brushing against her calves. The crowd was roaring as they were expressing their emotions in all exuberant ways possible. Cheering. Yelling. Screaming. Laughing. Dancing. She pushed herself through the throng of people. A lot of them smiled at her, complimented her or said something nice. Everyone wanted to be on the right side of the rich. She accidentally bumped into one of her close friends, Millie. Due to her giggles and the fact that her parents were currently experiencing difficulties, Rosie knew she was drinking a lot. Millie was clearly zozzled. “Roosannaaaaaa...” She slurred. The booze was very evident on her breath as she caught a whiff of it when she bent down to hug her. “Yooou’d never knooooow who I just ran intoooo...” Millie continued as she erupted into giggles. “It was Bernie.” She turned to her and bit her lip to keep her giggles in. “Aaaaaand-” She burped once before continuing, “He was there with your future husband.” Rosie stopped right there when she said that. Harry Crawford. The man her father had ‘given away’ to. After he came back from the war, he became even more successful than previous generations of his very rich family. She mumbled an apology to Millie who seemed far to entranced by a handsome guy next to her to notice her leave. She was feeling really nice and the idea of him alone put a damper on her mood. Rosie moved through a narrow corridor when someone accidentally bumped into her. Alcohol and bodies swayed but thankfully nothing spilled, but her heart stopped for a second. Because the hallway was so narrow, she was forced to look at the person instead of slipping away. “I’m so sorry!” She apologized profusely, looking into the pair of most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life. Her heart stopped now for a very different reason. “Um, I so incredibly sorry.” Rosie muttered softly, trying to keep her eyes away from him but they kept going to his.
