#HE ALSO DESERVES A BETTER COSTUME dear god the final costume they land on for him is so terrible and uninspired. also he doesn't

[sleepyspeedster]

My brain is just happily spinning around with the idea of Match and Thad as a hero-villain married couple.

Suicide Squad did multiple things right for Match and one of them is making him actually want to be a hero (which is perfect development because it references the 2009 DC Holiday Special. Seriously, I can go on about my boy Match).

Because really as a villain how can you look at one of your best friends after the euphoria of reuniting and thinking the other was still dead, find out he's trying to be a hero now, and not think, "Well, I can't not fuck him at this point."

The friends to sorta enemies to lovers pipeline would be filled with so much conflict and sweet sweet tension.

[unibrowzz]

Mod (finally) reviews all 67 winners of the Eurovision Song Contest Part II: The 1960s

Welcome back! To this...

Whatever you wanna call it, I can barely call half of these “reviews” but ANYWAYS.

The 60s are. Mid-table. Not a tremendously bad decade by all means, but they’re also the only decade to have three songs in my “would refuse to listen to” category, which is an achievement. 

I’m sure you can all guess at least two of those songs by now!

Without further ado, let’s move on to what I think of the winning entries from the 60s.

1960: Tom Pillibi

Country: France 

Artist: Jacqueline Boyer

Language: French

Thoughts: Whenever I was younger and enjoyed singing, I was frequently told that I had a "nasally" voice. I never knew what this meant, and I rarely heard my own voice to hear what it meant. Since people told me I had a nice voice, I continued to sing without fixing it. But now I'm older and know a tiny bit more about music, I can finally hear what they meant. Jaqueline here had a very nasally voice and a very high song to go with it. You can hear the notes being directed through her nose and sinuses rather than up from her diaphragm and mouth, resulting in a voice which sounds impressively high… but also very thin and flimsy. There's no resonance or depth to these notes, she sounds like a kid half her age trying to sing. Maybe that's what she was told to do, but given how this song is about a girl telling us about the shit her cheeky boyfriend tells her, I'd like to think not. Then again, this IS the 60s.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? United Kingdom- Bryan Johnson- “Looking High, high, high”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 54th

1961: Nous les Amoureux

Country: Luxembourg

Artist: Jean-Claude Pascale

Language: French

Thoughts: I know this song didn’t compete for France, but have you ever heard a more aggressively French song than this? This is one of the most sultry, seductive songs in this lineup; like it just feels like the song itself is trying to seduce me and is going to offer me a glass of fine red wine before leading me to a candlelit bedroom and a four-post bed with rose petals scattered across it or some shit. That or it's gonna blow a long stream of cigarette smoke right into my face. One or the other. Going back on track, I like this song. Granted I wouldn’t call it a favourite or anything, but it’s still a Hell of a lot more likeable than most of the other 60s winners, and Hell, you could even argue this one is a lot more admirable given how the lyrics of the song are intended for a male lover of the singer’s. Which, for the early 60s, makes this a bigger deal than it would be nowadays. The singing is buttery smooth, and the song itself has a bit of a skip to it. It’s a very appealing song, and one I appreciate just a little bit more than the other songs from the 60s.

Is this my personal winner for this year? 50/50

If no, what is? France- Jean-Paul Mauric- “Printemps, avril carillon”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 26th

1962: Un Premier Amour 

Country: France

Artist: Isabelle Aubret

Language: French (Translation: “A First Love”)

Thoughts: You know whenever you play a CD too much and it eventually becomes all scratched and worn down so whenever you play it it skips back to the same part over and over again before unsticking to play a bit more of the song, but keeps getting stuck over and over? Yeah, imagine a whole song like that. This song just drones on, with no charisma or vocal animation to break up the monotony. I don’t even think the rule “well it was the 60s” applies, since this isn’t really a song that needs flashy setpieces, costuming, dancing or anything; it just needs a charismatic singer. And, unfortunately, Aubret just isn’t one, in my opinion.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? United Kingdom- Ronnie Carroll- "Ring-a-Ding Girl"

Personal ranking (out of 67):  62nd

1963: Dansevise

Country: Denmark

Artist: Grete and Jørgen Ingmann

Language: Danish

Thoughts: Oh fucking finally, something unique for once. Which is very surprising because, from what I've seen and heard, the early contests weren't all that kind to songs which didn’t fit a certain criteria. If anything, most songs which came off as being unique with different sounds, instruments, and moods compared to the rest of their years ended up pulling up the rear in last place, more often than not with nil points. So it's nice to see a song which not only has unique elements to it (ie, a brooding sultry guitar accompaniment and a steady sweeping tempo), but is also in a stereotypically "ugly" language do well this early on.  Getting back on track, this is one of those songs I find tends to be a cult favourite, especially amongst vintage and retro fans. And why wouldn't it be? It's a breath of fresh air in an era where so many songs sounded exactly the same, just in a different language. This is one of the few fan favourite winners where I can see the appeal myself.

Is this my personal winner for this year? Yes

If no, what is? N/A

Personal ranking (out of 67): 27th

1964: Non ho l’Eta

Country: Italy

Artist: Gigliola Cinquetti

Italian: (Translation: “I’m not old enough”)

Thoughts: If that title isn’t off-putting enough, then I don’t know what is. You’re all probably well aware of this right now, but I don’t like this song. At all. Everything about it just makes me feel creeped out and kinda dirty every time I hear it, which is a shame because the melody on its own is very pretty. It’s the song equivalent of flicking through re-runs of Top of the Pops and landing on a segment where Jimmy Saville is hosting; it just sends a disgusted shiver down my spine and I have to turn it off as quickly as possible.  Which, given the lyrics of this song, is understandable. Think about it; you’ve got this visibly nervous, very young, still-legally-a-child-in-most-countries teenager, singing about how she “isn’t old enough” to be in a relationship with someone who seems to be older than she is. Maybe it’s just because I don’t speak any Italian, and the meaning is all semantic and context based, but this is my personal opinion at the end of the day, and, unfortunately, these lyrics just come off as really creepy to me. This song reminds me a lot of the song “Baby, it’s Cold Outside”, in that the lyrics used to be totally innocent and sweet, but to a modern listener come off as shockingly creepy and off-putting, and you’re not sure if it’s down to a change in slang and colloquialisms or if the past really was that messed up. Just like how in "Baby it's Cold Outside", a line asking "does this contain alcohol" now sounds like "have you spiked this with something", what was once “I’m too young and naïve to be in a serious committed relationship” now comes off as “I’m underaged, please leave me alone”. Doesn’t help that Cinquetti was underaged, hated the song, didn’t want to perform, and only showed up because she was forced to by a pushy manager. Which, for the 60s, was par for the course.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? Germany- Nora Nova- "Man Gewöhnt sich zu Schnell an das Schöne"

Personal ranking (out of 67):  66th

1965: Poupée du Cire, Poupée du Son

Country: Luxembourg

Artist: France Gall

Language: French (Translation: “Wax doll, stuffed doll”)

Thoughts: And now we come to Non ho L’eta’s ugly little sister in that, just like with that song, there’s a weirdly sinister edge to this one that I just can’t shake off. My French isn’t fantastic, admittedly, but every line of this song seems like it has another, less innocent meaning. Like the whole song is one big double entendre. Which, given how this was written by Serge “I made a 16 year old sing about blowing dicks when she thought she was singing about lollipops” Gainsborg, wouldn’t surprise me. Dodgy lyrics aside, this song is just… terrible. Songs which repeat the same motif over and over are a dime a dozen in older Eurovision, though most of them at least spice it up with a key change, adding more instruments to the instrumental, or even just having a nice melody. This? Is just an uncharismatic, uninterested teenager barking the same few notes over and over again ad nauseum. I know it was the 60s and that the contest was way more restrictive in how songs could be performed, but there’s just… no enthusiasm or animation or anything to make this charming or remotely enjoyable. It’s just shouty, unpleasant, and lacking any semblance of charisma. And I don't care if it's "important", it fucking sucks and we deserved a better song as our “first uptempo winner” of the contest.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? The Netherlands- Conny Vandenbos- “‘t is Genoeg”

Personal ranking (out of 67):  67th

1966- Merci, Chérie

Country:  Austria

Artist: Udo Jurgens

Language: German (Translation: “Thank you, my dear”)

Thoughts: I’m so conflicted on this song. It’s very beautiful, emotional, dramatic... BUT. I just find it so forgettable, I’m sorry. I’m struggling to even talk about it right now. Do you know how long it took me to even finish this mini review? Too damn long. I forgot all about this song mid way through it. So at the recommendation of a friend I put this one on so I could review it whilst it plays and… it’s just a very sleepy song. Udo Jurgens is a good singer, I won’t deny that, but, God, he sounds like he’s nodding off as he sings. The first minute and a half of this song sounds like one big yawn. And that’s over half the song wasted just building to a climax, since I don’t think this song has a chorus, and for a song this short and slow I just don’t think it’s wise to put your climax right in the middle. I feel it would be better if it had two climactic parts or just put the climax right at the end of the song so the whole song is spent building that suspense. Shoving it smack in the middle of the song just makes it feel shorter. Also the fact it’s a piano song reminds me of Non ho l’eta and I don’t need to repeat myself to remind you that’s a bad thing, so, moving on.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? Italy- Domenico Modugno- “Dio, come ti amo”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 45th

1967: Puppet on a String

Country: United Kingdom

Artist: Sandie Shaw

Language: English

Thoughts: You know, I was pretty shocked to find out this song is a Eurovision song. Partially because I didn’t realise just how old Eurovision actually is, and partially because as somebody who grew up in Britain in the 2000s, I was just bred to believe the UK is inherently shit, has never won ever, and is incapable of sending songs people actually cherish and remember. But that’s a rant for another day. Anyways, this is the song Poupée du Cire wishes it was. It’s charming, it’s bouncy, it skips along so merrily you forget how the lyrics have aged about as well as a pint of milk left out in the sun for too long.  Then again, I think the lyrics were outdated even back then. I suppose what sets this song aside from the other “60s entries with sexist lyrics sung by young women who didn’t want to be there” is that Shaw is a damn good performer, and hides her disdain expertly. If she wasn’t so vocal about how much she hates this song, you’d swear she loves it, her performance is that charming.

Is this my personal winner for this year? Eh

If no, what is? Portugal- Eduardo Nascimento- “O vento mudou”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 24th

1968: La la la

Country: Spain

Artist: Massiel

Language: Spanish

Thoughts: And the award for most creatively bankrupt name goes to…  Granted, 1968 was one of the dreariest years I’ve watched, so it’s pretty easy to see why a song like this would have done well. That said, this is a really bland song, and even in a year as dull as 1968, I still don’t think this should have won. It’s the kind of song which relies on repeating itself ad nauseum in order to get stuck in your head, and let’s be honest here, that makes it more annoying than anything else. There’s only so many rounds of “la la la” you can take before you feel like rupturing your own eardrums with a knitting needle after all. I don’t really have anything else to say about it, it’s just mildly annoying and not that good.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? Norway- Odd Børre- “Stress”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 55th

1969- Four Winners, One Contest

France: Un jour, un enfant

Artist: Frida Boccara

Language: French

Thoughts: Well this is objectively the best of the four songs we have here, and it’s also my favourite winner from France, so at least it has that going for it. Though, let’s be real, I’m hardly a big fan of France’s winners, or French ballads in general. So this is… a big emotional ballad. What more is there to say? It’s big. It’s emotional. The lyrics are nonsense because God help us if we have songs with strong emotions this early on in the contest. Summary: Very nice, but lacking substance. Personal ranking (out of 67):  21st

Spain: Vivo Cantando

Artist: Salome

Language: Spanish

Thoughts: I’m not really what you’d call an advocate for bringing back a live orchestra, but, man, songs like this sure turn me into one. The live version of this song is in a whole other league compared to the studio version; like it is just pure, infectious, Spanish cheer. It’s an absolute blast to listen to, and I strongly recommend checking out the live version before going anywhere near the studio. Summary: Infections, but choose live over studio because it’s better okay. Personal ranking (out of 67):  20th

The Netherlands: Der Troubadour

Artist: Lenny Kuhr

Language: Dutch

Thoughts: I mean.... The guitar solo is impressive at least. I’m sorry, I don’t see the appeal in this one. And I feel so weirdly alone in that stance. So many people I know have this song in their top ten best winners list and I just don’t understand it. I just find it very dull and repetitive, and the singer’s voice is definitely an acquired taste. To me she just sounds like she’s forcing her voice lower, like a reverse falsetto or something. And that’s all I really have to say about this one. I just… don’t  like it that much, or at least not as much as everyone else I know seems to. Summary: I don’t “get” it. Personal ranking (out of 67): 53rd

United Kingdom: Boom-Bang-a-Bang

Artist: Lulu

Language: English

Thoughts: Ah yes, the forgotten UK winner. Everybody knows Lulu did this contest once, and everybody knows Boom-bang-a-bang was a British entry, but I swear nobody knows she actually won. Probably because she had the audacity to tie with other countries, the horror. And that’s the most interesting part of this song because it’s otherwise  just kind of alright. It’s very twee and sweet, and if I didn’t know that “bubblegum pop” was a genre reserved for one-hit-wonder nobodies and not decade-defining names then I’d say this is a perfect example of it. It’s just a decent-ish fluffy pop song with very saccharine fluffy lyrics. Standard British Eurovision pap, if you ask me. Summary: Cute, but lacking substance. Personal ranking (out of 67): 25th

So who really should have won in 1969? Either Spain or Monaco if you ask me. That kid had charm.

[silviasutton1989]

T.T.K. Chapter 19.1 “To The Death”

A/N: Hey guys!!! Boy it’s been a minute since I posted from any of my series. If you all are still reading, THANK YOU! You all don’t know how writing fan fiction has change my life...I’m not going to go on my soap box right now (I plan to make a post in detail some time soon). Ok so this chapter is a bit long and it’s a 2 part-er (next chapter is NSFW and if you know where I am in TRR canon then you know what’s about to happen)u and there is a LOT going on. If you’re not doing anything tonight take your time because I go from couple to couple I don’t want you to get confused. Also every person in this chapter every scene is important for reasons explained later (just going to leave that there lol).

Rating: Mature (Course Language  Threats of Physical Violence)

Summary: The Costume Gala is finally here: Will Drake and Riley finally rekindle their flame? What about Liam and Olivia? Love may be in the air but foes at every turn may cease the night from having a happy ending.

Songs: I listen to so many songs writing this but the one that I couldn’t stop is 

Laura Welsh Undiscovered  

Catch up: I plan to update my Masterlist tonight 

Drake fiddled with his collar for the 3rd time in the last 5 minutes.

"Will you relax Drake...you look fine. Almost like you're one of us". Leo chuckled at his own words, giving Drake a harder pat on the back than he intended. "At least the royal King Liam didn't make you a jester."

The brother's eyes meet as they sat in the billiard room waiting for the Costume Gala to start. Leo was making yet another unannounced visit to the castle since his abdication, he could always find time to come home right when before a lavish party.

With a sigh Liam tuned to his brother. "You're not a jester, you're a bard."

"Same difference." Leo adds fixing himself yet another drink. "I use to be Zeus every year I don't see why--"

"Because things are different now, Leo." Liam snaps. He realizes both men where staring at him and straightens his spine. "Don't be nervous Drake, you and Riley will have a great time tonight."

Drake opened his mouth to speak but Leo beat him to it.

"Oh yeah I forgot about her...can't wait to see her again." Leo snickers as his brother gives him a hard look.

"Hey don't get mad at me. Their whole break up is all your fault from what I hear. You never did learn to leave what belongs to others alone."

Drake and Liam's eyes locked. The king knew he was on borrowed time with his best friend. Drake hadn't spoken to him in months since he left the tour, he thought everything would go back to normal when Drake asked him out of the blue for help with a costume but deep down he knew everything couldn't be fixed with a few borrowed clothes.

"Leo you're drunk." Drake chuckles awkwardly and switches topics "Hey i saw your article with Olivia it looked great."

"Thanks Drake...but it's Olivia's article I was just going for support and they wanted a couple photos of us together."

"You took that too didn't you." Leo mutters gulping down his glass as the men ignored him.

"Well I must say rarely had I ever seen Olivia smile like that."

"Yeah..." The image of that magazine cover was burned into Liam's mind. Since it came out he had been staring at their photo every night. But it wasn't Olivia's smile that looked so unfamiliar, it was his own.

Leo gives his brother a hard look then shakes his head. "Are you kidding me...Liam! You're in love with Olivia?"

"What! No...I'm not. I mean I love her and we... well---"

"They've had sex." Drake adds in, watching Leo's eyes widen as Liam blushes.

"It's not like that...we're not like that...I don't see her that way I mean she's like my sister right? She's like a sister to all of us...right?"

"Well... she's not my sister." Leo quips. "People don't usually have sex with their sisters, Liam...right Drake?"

"Take it from someone who has a sister, if you have to ask that question then she's not your sister." There's a slight chuckle in Drake's voice as he watches his friend hide his face in his hands.

A quick wrap on the door grabs the men's attention. 

"Your Highness the commencement has begun." The guard announces holding the door out and waits. 

"Well, wish me luck."Drake starts to walk out the door before turning around "Leo you coming? You know the King has to make his entrance alone."

"How about we do it together little brother?" Leo splays a drunken smile.

"How about you go ahead I will see you out there." The King walks over to a nearby mirror checking himself from every angle unaware of the look his brother gives him before walking out of the room.

The party was amazing,beautiful decorations, delicious food, the band even played a eclectic array of music from classical to county that even Drake would have enjoyed...if he was here, Riley thought at she stared at her plate.

"May I have this dance?" Riley spun around expecting it to be Drake only for Liam to be behind her with his hand stretched out for her to take.

"Yeah...sure."

Riley used the dance to keep on with the search, scanning through the array of faces for the one she needed to see

"Drake is here." Liam whispers in her ear." 

"How did you..."

"You should go talk to him."

"Yeah...I should...If I could find him. I never knew love could be so...scary."

"Tell me about it..." Liam holds Riley close, as he spots Olivia in the crowd sitting alone staring at her empty glass. It had been the first time he'd seen her in weeks. Well that's not true he had seen her every night for the past week if that magazine counted. 

"Why are you afraid?" Riley's words woke him from his thoughts.

"I'm going to talk to Olivia tonight."

"So you do have feelings for her? I knew it."

"That's the thing I don't know. Olivia is one of my closets friends I've known her longer than I've known Drake. I can't just go to her and say "Hey I don't know how I feel about you but I feel something and I want to explore that....she will eat me alive. She deserves more than that."

Riley tried not to smile as the dance came to an end. "Well it's now or never."

Liam bowed to her before slowly walking away giving himself a couple of deep breathes as he started towards empty chair next to the sunning red head. But his nerves got the better of him, and he turned on his heels quickly walking in the opposite direction. 

Th second she found Drake her heart immediately skipped a beat. When his eyes landed on hers the world stopped. Riley couldn't hide her smile as she waved at him, she couldn't calm the frenzied butterflies that filled her as he began to walk in her direction. No, everything was a haze, everything but the tall man walking her way with the hidden smile on his face. 

Riley saw nothing else, not even Olivia until she stood in front of her blocking Riley's vision of Drake.

"I see you're still here.  Thought Drake calling off the wedding would have had you back to dining tables in New York by now." Olivia had her usual smirk but Riley could tell something was different, it was in her eyes, they usually were filled with fire now looked tired, and jaded.

"Hello to you too Olivia, if you'll excuse me I need to speak to..."

"Oh let it go Riley...honestly I'm surprise you didn't wear your wedding dress tonight...could have put some use to it."

Riley's attention was now fully on Olivia. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" the Duchess took another step towards Riley the fire slowly rising in those emerald eyes, but not fully. 

"Olivia what is your problem...did you're little vacation from my unity tour leave a bitter taste in your mouth or something?"

"Stop playing dumb Riley. You told me to tell Liam how I felt just for you to run into his arms the second your fiancee leaves...to think I thought you were my friend." Olivia intentionally hits Riley's shoulder as she passes her out the ball room.

"Wait Olivia! I am your friend." Riley calls following behind her, Drake vanished somewhere in the crowd.

"Will you stop and let me talk to you for a second!"

"Oh just go back to bouncing from man to man, Riley...it's what you do best."

"Shut up Olivia! I'm not with Liam. I don't want Liam. And.....and he doesn't want me."

The words stop her in her tracks, she didn't want them to. She ordered her feet to move but her mind was too busy processing Riley's words.

"If you want him. Go get him." Riley tries to touch her shoulder but she brushes it away."

"I don't want your charity Riley. I am a Nevarkis and I--"

"I leave you for 2 weeks and you're already cat fighting over a boy...god did I teach you nothing?" 

Olivia and Riley both look towards the voice, to find Lucretia not too far away.

"What are you doing here?" The Duchess scans her aunt from head to toe hard. Hard to believe someone who seemed to have dirt permanently under her fingernails could look naturally noble.

"I came to help you. I thought that once you got the information you needed you could use some assistance in..." She gave Riley a hard look choosing her words carefully "...going further with the plan."

"Hi! I'm Riley." she extends her hand out to the  lady. "I'm Olivia's friend."

"Bite your tongue." Olivia spats  "Aunt Lucretia, go home there is no plan."

Lucretia rolls her eyes at her niece completely ignoring Riley's hand . "See this is exactly why I'm here, to see how mighty this new king really is. You dear are just too love sick to think clearly." Lucretia scoffs "It's pathetic really, Olivia. Liam has no interest in you. If he did you would be queen by now."

"Yes... I know all this." she states with her head down.

"That's not true Liv, listen.. I just spoke with him and he---"

"Riley I think I've had enough of your input for a life time." Olivia looks to her friend motioning her towards the party.

"Fine. I will stay out of...whatever this is..." She quickly takes Olivia's hand pulling her in "But he does have feelings for you...just come back to the party. Talk to him."

Olivia takes her hand back and waits until Riley walks away dispersing behind the ballroom door.

"Why are you here?" She doesn't look at her aunt her eyes doesn't leave that ball room door.

"Well I told you, dear...I'm here to help. Clearly you are sidetracked so I came to steer you straight. To remind you of your duty."

"I'm not doing it...I will not take the throne from Liam." Olivia felt her aunt's cold hands touch her shoulder before turning her to face her.

"Of course you're not dear." there's a tight smile on her aunt's face as if she wanted to scowl instead of smile. "You're not ready. It took your mother years to go through with her plans...but eventually she figured out who Constantine really was, and you will see who Liam truly is...eventually." Lucretia takes her hand away. "If you need me I will be in Lythikos, the winter festival is only months away I assume you will need help making arraignments. Go. Have fun at your little party. Who knows, maybe he does actually want to be with you...and maybe if you're really lucky it wont be for a one night stand...again."

Riley spots Drake standing in a dark corner, staring into his almost empty glass.

"So you came?"

"Heh. I thought I could make an appearance." He did a little spin to show his costume. "What do you think? Do i look royal?"

Her eyes dance over him landing at the bulge through his white pants. She exhales hoping it would calm the tingles that immediately sparked at the sight. "Drake, you look perfect." she managed a light whine creeping out.

He gives a bashful smile, and she had to look away to stop herself from kissing him. 

"Thank you Sutton, you look beautiful." Their eyes meet, and maybe it was her own desires taking over, but there seemed to be hunger in his eyes, like he wanted her as much as she needed him. "Would you like to dance, Riley?" 

"I would love to."

Olivia made it back to her table in the ball room, a fresh drink waiting for her. She sat and sipped as she watched Drake and Riley dance. Their bodies were so close and they couldn't hide the foolish grins on their face. Damn them..damn them both.

"We....I...I missed you." she turned around to see Liam taking a seat behind her. 

"Oh I'm sure you found a way to manage...I heard you and Riley were quite a team dealing with the riots."

Liam cleared his throat, his knee bobbed up and down underneath the table, so he quickly stood. "Will you dance with me?"

She wanted to say No to treat him with the same indifference she could easily do with any other man...but he wasn't any other man was he? He never was.

She took his hand and let him lead her to their own spot on the dance floor. 

"You look enchanting tonight Olivia." The king's hand is placed firmly on the small of her back as he bends his head, looking at her through his lashes. Liam knew full well what he was doing, Olivia did too but why? Why was he doing it? It was hard to figure him out when he's looking at her like that.

The song ended but neither Drake nor Riley moved away from their dance. And as a new song began Riley laid her head on his shoulder. Her vanilla scent bringing tears to his eyes.

"Guess what..." Riley speaks in his ear.

“Hmm"

"I know this song."

"You actually know a county song...wow."

"They used to play it in the bar."  She rocks with her love and begins to sing the song to him.

You may think that I'm talking foolish You've heard that I'm wild and I'm free You may wonder how I can promise you now This love that I feel for you always will be But you're not just time that I'm killin' I'm no longer one of those girls As sure as I live, this love that I give Is gonna be yours until the day that I die

Oh, baby, I'm gonna love you forever Forever and ever, amen

Drake didn't stop the tears were falling from his eyes, they were falling down hers as well. So they stood there on the dance floor swaying back and forth wiping each other's tears as Riley continued to sing. That is until they collided with another couple.

"Oh this is by far enough!" Neville's words ring out through the dance floor. "You two commoners come here and ruining our elegant night with your bluegrass and and your two left feet. Get out!"

"Neville, last I checked you are not King. You have a problem with us being here? Take it up with him!"

Olivia tried to keep her wits about her to not let her nerves show. If only she knew Liam was tying to do the same.

"You look amazing tonight." He smiles wide then quickly softens it.

"You already told me that...and thank you." 

"Oh...sorry. Hey, have you seen your article?"

"Yes I read it. I was so excited, only for it to be some gossip column about us secretly being together. We've been friends since we were 5 if we wanted to be together it would have happened by now... right?"

Liam opened his mouth to speak, it went dry, stuttering before something finally came out. "W..Well it's funny you should mention that I wanted to talk with you about---"

"How dare you speak to me like that!"

The sound of Neville's raised voice takes both of their attention as it did the rest of the ball room.

"You're nothing but trash...the both of you! It makes sense the wanna-be noble ends up with the King's whore!"

"Neville speak one more word about Riley and I will knock your teeth in." Drake's stepped into Neville's face with clench jaw and fist.

"What's going on here?" Liam tries to interject.

"Good. I'm glad you're here Your Highness, your charity run for these two ends tonight." Neville takes a white glove from his suit jacket and smacks Drake in the face with it. "Drake Walker you want to be noble? Over my dead body. I challenge you to a dual...to the death!"

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