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The other side of the moon-4
Ch-4
Witness.
Whittings caught his breath as the ballroom came into view.Never have I have visited any place that made me feel so small or so - plain.Crystal chandeliers spiralled down from arching blue sky ceiling,illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished that it looked like a iced over lake.It was amazing,a wonder of wonders.
People were dancing to a slow,melodious song as Whittings made his way to the other side of the room.While some were stunningly fast and breathtaking,others were more subdued.A string quartet played on a raised platform along one wall while most of the wall adjacent was taken up by a blazing fireplace.Several small tables were arranged at the far-end of the room while two longer tables stood near the musicians,one laden with hors d'oeuvres and small desserts,the other with small goblets of wine and flutes of champagne.
Whittings chuckled quietly to himself as he watched teenagers sneaking out to the outdoors.He never was that kind of guy.Despite Morris' persistent efforts, Whitings never had a steady girlfriend,probably owning up to the fact that he had other things to do.Nevertheless,he had to hear Morris' endless ramblings about Alice.Alas,...
The party was a new year ballroom party thrown by his colleague Robert,his affluent heritage allowing a few casual pleasantries.Whittings generally avoided such get-togethers as he didn't really enjoy the company of his colleagues but Robert had pestered him to attend this for one month.He should attend,even if to relieve the poor man.
Parties are not for him neither is socializing.He is not awkward but he is not a charmer.The swirl of crowds and drunken debauchery unsettles his orderly demeanour.He would prefer himself being holed up in his house with a bottle of wine in his hand,clad in a robe,and the evening newspaper on the table.'Perhaps tomorrow',he sighs dreamily.
"Ah so you have come at last",Robert said in a booming voice as he approached him,a cheerful smile on his face.
"Thank you for the invitation.The arrangements have been wonderful."
"You all should have some fun every once ", he laughed,his eyes twinkling with mirth."Will you like a game of Bridge."
"I am afraid I am not a very good player.",he replied hesitantly
"Nonsense,come along."He waved away his protests with a wave of his hand.He led them to a corner of the room where a table was set up,seating two people.
He and Robert played against Edward and Frank,Robert's friends.He was not a bad player but she was a nervous player with bad judgement and with no real knowledge of the value in his hand.Frank was good,if a slightly over-confident player.Edward was a very skilful player indeed.
An hour rolled by and they were still playing the same rubber.The scores rose above the line on both sides and a curious tensity had settled on the table.Difficult decisions had been unexpectedly eased by Robert's over calling his own bids and playing his hand.Whittings was surprisingly enjoyed the game very much.15 minutes later,the game ended,john and edward losing out on a close match.It was a pleasant game altogether.
"I will go grab some drinks",he succored , eager to stretch his legs.
Whittungs was halfway through the drinks table when he was interrupted.
"Care for a dance ?",Anni asked ,an eyebrow raised and a sly smile playing on her lips.Annie was a long-time friend.They had lived next to each other during their childhood.They usually spent their time playing pranks on unsuspecting passersby and planning wild,crazy ideas to get in and find out what was happening at the haunted house at the far end of the street.(Both had their repercussions though.They never quite found out what e
went at the haunted house and the victims of their pranks endlessly complained to their mothers.It usually ended with their parents quote enraged but no small amount...
Witness.
Whittings caught his breath as the ballroom came into view.Never have I have visited any place that made me feel so small or so - plain.Crystal chandeliers spiralled down from arching blue sky ceiling,illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished that it looked like a iced over lake.It was amazing,a wonder of wonders.
People were dancing to a slow,melodious song as Whittings made his way to the other side of the room.While some were stunningly fast and breathtaking,others were more subdued.A string quartet played on a raised platform along one wall while most of the wall adjacent was taken up by a blazing fireplace.Several small tables were arranged at the far-end of the room while two longer tables stood near the musicians,one laden with hors d'oeuvres and small desserts,the other with small goblets of wine and flutes of champagne.
Whittings chuckled quietly to himself as he watched teenagers sneaking out to the outdoors.He never was that kind of guy.Despite Morris' persistent efforts, Whitings never had a steady girlfriend,probably owning up to the fact that he had other things to do.Nevertheless,he had to hear Morris' endless ramblings about Alice.Alas,...
The party was a new year ballroom party thrown by his colleague Robert,his affluent heritage allowing a few casual pleasantries.Whittings generally avoided such get-togethers as he didn't really enjoy the company of his colleagues but Robert had pestered him to attend this for one month.He should attend,even if to relieve the poor man.
Parties are not for him neither is socializing.He is not awkward but he is not a charmer.The swirl of crowds and drunken debauchery unsettles his orderly demeanour.He would prefer himself being holed up in his house with a bottle of wine in his hand,clad in a robe,and the evening newspaper on the table.'Perhaps tomorrow',he sighs dreamily.
"Ah so you have come at last",Robert said in a booming voice as he approached him,a cheerful smile on his face.
"Thank you for the invitation.The arrangements have been wonderful."
"You all should have some fun every once ", he laughed,his eyes twinkling with mirth."Will you like a game of Bridge."
"I am afraid I am not a very good player.",he replied hesitantly
"Nonsense,come along."He waved away his protests with a wave of his hand.He led them to a corner of the room where a table was set up,seating two people.
He and Robert played against Edward and Frank,Robert's friends.He was not a bad player but she was a nervous player with bad judgement and with no real knowledge of the value in his hand.Frank was good,if a slightly over-confident player.Edward was a very skilful player indeed.
An hour rolled by and they were still playing the same rubber.The scores rose above the line on both sides and a curious tensity had settled on the table.Difficult decisions had been unexpectedly eased by Robert's over calling his own bids and playing his hand.Whittings was surprisingly enjoyed the game very much.15 minutes later,the game ended,john and edward losing out on a close match.It was a pleasant game altogether.
"I will go grab some drinks",he succored , eager to stretch his legs.
Whittungs was halfway through the drinks table when he was interrupted.
"Care for a dance ?",Anni asked ,an eyebrow raised and a sly smile playing on her lips.Annie was a long-time friend.They had lived next to each other during their childhood.They usually spent their time playing pranks on unsuspecting passersby and planning wild,crazy ideas to get in and find out what was happening at the haunted house at the far end of the street.(Both had their repercussions though.They never quite found out what e
went at the haunted house and the victims of their pranks endlessly complained to their mothers.It usually ended with their parents quote enraged but no small amount...
