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“No one is completely hopeless.” Fenna tried before laughing and rolling her eyes. “Who am I shitting? Some people are completely past help. Best of luck though, love. Hot maid’s a good compromise though... I’m available?” She joked, winking at him.

“I’ve tried that, but it’s hopeless. She’s hopeless.” Alexander rolled his eyes, though still smiled at the girl. “The only hope I have left is hiring a hot maid,” he then added jokingly.

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“ And here I thought our love meant something to you, ” Ana-Sofía said with a faux look of shock, her hand going over her heart,·“When you’re next in line, you have to remember faces in case of an event,” she said with a shrug, taking a sip of the whiskey and regretting letting it sit in her mouth,·“ God, this tastes awful, ” with a loud giggle, “I can’t even braid my own hair! Did you at least get paired up with someone cute? ”·

“Our love means the world to me Princess, don’t you worry.” Fenna replied with a grin, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.·“Fuck faces, can’t we just wear name tags?” The blonde grumbled.·“It tastes awful but it does the job sweetheart.” She laughed too, watching the brunette’s face.·“No idea. I haven’t met him yet.”

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Taking note of the Prince’s words, she took the flask in her hand and took a small sip, wrinkling her nose. He wasn’t lying. Bracing herself, she took a bigger swig then handed the flask back to him. “You weren’t wrong. It’s good, though.” Letting out a sigh, she leant back against the wall, shutting her eyes. ‘This is all bullshit.”

“Țuică,” he told her. “It’s a plum brandy from my country – from Romania. It’s a bit strong, though, and maybe not the best idea to take a big drink of it, you know?” 

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Handing it to the other girl, Fenna offered her her best attempt of a warm smile at the other girl. She knew what was going on was weighing pretty heavy on everyone’s shoulders. “So, how’s your visit here been so far? Seen any hot guards? There’s a few lurking around here. Nothing beats a bit of harmless eye candy.”

Elise had been walking around quite a bit recently. With the whole arranged marriage thing, she’d been put into a little bit of a spin. She had three sisters and wasn’t even the oldest so why was she the first one to get auctioned off. She looked down at the flask and took in a deep breath, “God, yes.”

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Letting out a loose chuckle in the man’s direction, Fenna took the flask back from him before taking another swig herself. “Rich kid problems, mostly. Or royalty problems.” She ran her free hand through her hair before letting out a sigh. “I haven’t even managed to find my Prince Charming yet. Talk about a bummer.”

After running around with his father for most of the morning, Vincent was sick to death of meeting the other Kings and Queens. Talking a walk outside for a well deserved break, he noted the blonde against the wall and made his way over to her. Taking the proffered flask, he took a swig and returned it. “Drown my sorrows, no. Help me get through the afternoon, yes. What kind of sorrows are you trying to drown?”

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viola beach // boys that sing

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Shrugging at his rejection, Fenna took another sip from her own flask, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Welcome.” She rested her head against the cold war before letting out a sigh. Fenna watchedthe boy get out a bottle of something from the corner of her eye and it sparked her curiosity. “What is it?” She nodded in the direction of the bottle, before taking it in her hand. 

He shook his head at the proffered flask. “I’ve got my own, but thank you.” Sitting down beside the other, Iuliu produced a small, round glass bottle from the inner pocket of his blazer. He uncapped the bottle and took a small sip, then offered it to her, in case she might like to try. “And, yes –  something like that.”

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Taking the glass, she traced her fingers lightly along the edges, as she let out a defeated sigh. ‘Maybe Molly Berg does, or doesn’t. Maybe she’s pissed her husband slept with Patricia the stripper from down the road. Maybe she just wants to drink away her feelings without being questioned by a nosy bartender.” She smirked, holding her glass up before taking a swig. “Maybe bartenders vent too.”

“Only royals has no feeling my friend” He said with a soft laugh, refilling her glass again. “But you’re not a royal tonight, you’re Molly Berg, a newly divorced woman who got cheated on by her all time working husband” He chuckled and drank from his glass before refilling that as well. “And let me tell you, Molly Berg has some strong feelings” He nodded teasingly. 

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He sent her a dazzling smirk at her laugh before he chuckled. “Yeah, just a regular customer huh? You know what regular customers does?” He asked as he poured her another glass, dumping in an ice cube before he drank the rest of his own glass and took a sip from that as well. “They tell bartenders their feelings as if they were their psychologist.” Bran chuckled as he took the change from her. “Thank you, now I can afford my dinner tonight” 

“And what do they do? Enlighten me.” She raised an eyebrow as she rested her chin in her hands. Letting out a soft chuckle, she shook her head. “What if you customers don’t have feelings, mister bartender? What’s your plan now, huh?” She added cryptically, sliding the glass of whiskey from between his fingers over to her side of the bar, taking a sip. “You’re more than welcome. I’m glad to keep you eating.” She responded, smirking a little to herself.

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Letting out a wild laugh as the boy whipped off his blazer and accessorised himself with the kitchen’s amenities, she rolled her eyes at him. “You’re crazy, y’know? Being my bartender doesn’t sound too bad. Fuck being a princess for tonight then. I’m just gonna be a regular customer.” Hopping up on a stool, she watched him closely. “What can I say? I know my way around a bar.” Taking the drink in her hand, she knocked it back, pinching the bridge of her nose to blank out the taste. “Another.” She grinned, taking some change from her pocket and pushing it towards him. “For your bartending services , mister.”

Bran looked at the blonde behind the bar, smiling a little to himself as he pulled his blazer off, leaving him in a white shirt as he threw a cloth over his shoulder. “I am a bartender tonight. Your bartender” He said with a small chuckle as he started mixing her drink. “A womanof my taste, with a taste for great alcohol” He smirked and pushed the glass towards her before he poured some scotch for himself.

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Feeling an warm around her waist, Fenna let out a soft sigh and relaxed a little, knowing that she wouldn’t fall over. Or, if she did, she’d be taking the prince with her. “Of course I am. I’m yet to meet anyone else lingering around with a flask of vodka.” She grinned, leaning against the opposite side bar as she watched him. “Bartender or prince? I’m not sure which I prefer you as. Make mine a whiskey on the rocks, alsjeblieft.”

“Then I’m sure you and I can make our time here bearable” He added and sent her another wink. He followed after her, chuckling lightly as he saw her wobbling around, he decided to walk up beside her and moved a hand around her waist. “You are?” He asked and sent her a small smile. “And how do you know if I am?” He hummed before he guided her in to the kitchen area before sneaking behind the bar. 

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“Maybe I like your brand of insane. Maybe I’m a little insane myself, hot stuff.” She retorted, although she did smile a little at his comment. The boy was funny, and her best form of amusement since she’d arrived, she’d give him that. Making sure he wasn’t going to grow over, Fenna refocused her grip around her hip flask, tucking it into the waistband of her shorts before readjusting her hair over her shoulders. “Basically. Shouldn’t be too hard. I’m one of the best offerings around here.” She started walking towards the bar, albeit a little slowly and, well, not exactly in a straight line.

“I might just be insane, but not that insane.” Hechuckled lowly. He nodded his head as he leaned his shoulder against the wall. “I don’t think you’re weak because you have a vagina” Brandon said then and shook his head, he took her hand then as she offered going to a bar. He took her hand though as he straightened up from the wall. “Are you saying I have to fall in love with you or suffer the consequences?” 

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“Hey, you could be insane! I only just met you, you can’t get offended for me thinking that was a possibility.’ She laughed lightly, leaning her head back against the wall. “Women are strong and are just as capable as men. Sadly, people think that just because we have vaginas, we’re weak.” A smile danced over her lips as he suggested more alcohol. “Deal. Let’s stumble to a bar, sweet cheeks.” Moving onto all fours, Fenna clambered up ungracefully before offering the struggling prince a hand. “Maybe. I’m usually the one who messes up people’s lives. If you don’t plan on falling in love, I might be dangerous.”

“Don’t offend me, you’re not in your right mind if you do that” Bran laughed. He looked at her at that. “You know, I think women are much more suitable to rule, andthat is my honest opinion” He said as he took the flask from her again and took a small sip his face turning at the taste. “Hey, we should definitely get something stronger than this.” He murmured tried getting to his feet, he was pretty drunk though. “Maybe you could be the one to change that” He wiggled his brows with a short laugh.

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Settle Down // The 1975

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Fenna winced, feeling sorry for the guy sat beside her as she took another swig from her hip flask. “Wow. Seems like you didn’t exactly luck out there then. Still, if you can’t learn to tolerate her, grab a mistress and lock her away.” The blonde half-joked, letting out a blunt sigh.

Alexander laughed softly at her reply, leaning his head back against the wall. “Met her?” He scoffed, rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands. Had the sun always been this bright? “Not only have I met her, I’ve resented her for years.” 

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“You better not be one of those pricks who has pineapple on their pizza though..” Fenna warned jokingly. Nodding her head at his comment about reigning her country, the blonde couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed about her entire situation. “Well, we all know that the male gets to take charge once I’m married off. Maybe I’ll get landed with a sort that lets me have a little input though.” Faking a shocked face, Fenna grabbed his arm. “What?! You don’t do love?! My heart is broken!”

“I will think of you and the marriage we could have whenever I’m eating pizza now” He said with a little smile. He raised a brow as she told him her face was radiant because of the sweat. “That’s very impressive” Bran ran a hand through his blonde hair before letting out a small breath. “Well, you seem like a stand up young woman, you seem to be capable to rule The Netherlands by yourself” He smirked and nodded his head. “Yeah, I have a feeling most of us have decided not to do love” 

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“Shit, yeah!” Fenna grimaced as she tried to pick apart all the people she’d met and remember this girl’s name. “Ana or something. I don’t do names well. Your memory is mad.” Leaning back against the wall, she followed suit and allowed another mouthful of vodka to sting her throat. “Be my bridesmaid. You can even braid my hair.” She joked, before letting out a sigh. “Yeah. Slim. Something like that.”

Ana-Sofía smiled back at the girl, “I’d assume we are, Fenna, right? We met a few years ago, I believe, ” she said after the clink, gulping back her whiskey, “Funnily, no one’s told me.  I’m still hoping I’m just here to be a bridesmaid. ” Rolling her eyes at the ludicrousy of it all, “Slim pickings, more likely. ”