The Morning After [House Party cont]

[Ashton]

Ashton got the distinct feeling the girls didn't like Nox. He supposed that was to be expected, he was a bit scarier than most people even though he knew he was an easy mark just like anyone else.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go. Just..." He held up a finger and pulled out his wallet and sent Vic a text offering her the place to stay that was far better than this one. Much more to her standards. And then he put it away and smiled at Esper. "Ashton. Shall we go?" He looked to Nox and gave him a smile but that was it. He didn't want to press his luck. But he wanted to know more about Esper.

Before he put his wallet in his pocket it dinged several times. He checked and found an address, a phone number and some information about the Vegas he didn't expect. He glanced at Sage and wondered why he was doing all this. It was strange to have someone just sent him information when he knew he didn't even give the guy his number. But then he was a hacker so there was that.

"Ladies?" Ashton held out his elbow and offered it to Esper. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on, or why they wanted to go to this Vega's place, but it was in a nice neighborhood, one he had avoided and was for the rich and posh. How did Nox even know them?

[Roza Vas]

Roza wondered if all boys were rude. He pulled out his wallet, and the other one listened in on conversations and so did all of them it seemed. His name was Ashton, and Esper was taken by him. It only bothered her a little, she knew where things were with them, but still there was a tinge of jealousy, and a bit of dislike for the dancing man with the baby.

Roza was happy to leave. "A bed sounds nice." Though she didn't like the idea of pushing people into obedience either, maybe the fact that this boy knew them would be an advantage. Maybe... But Roza still didn't like him.

[Esper]

He held up a finger, and Esper’s expression deadened. Not that she had been smiling before then anyway. She could feel Roza’s irritation sparking too, as well as a small swirl of jealousy. A sigh upended from Esper’s lungs as Ashton turned his attention to his phone, and she twisted around into Roza. Her brows rose in a disgruntled expression. “Durva,” she muttered into her hair. He is rude. She’d spent enough time around the Vas’s to pick up a little Hungarian. Enough that they had a language just between them.

Ashton offered his arm, but though Esper’s mournful eyes cast him up and down she ignored it. She wouldn’t tolerate being an afterthought no matter how sweet she knew he could make his voice. Instead he could follow or not, as she slipped her arm inside Roza’s.

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