Drinks

Helena was already on her way back to us with drinks in hand, "So, Adam, from now on you are Ethan Silberschwert. And I am Monique Silberschwert. Stephanie can choose her own name, but from now she is your fiancée" Helena said as she gave each of us a drink in hand. "And why is that" both of us asked. Trying to follow the logic of this mischievous fox and her new plot. She was always good at that, she was the reason why as kids, we always knew where the cookie jar is.

"Pfft, come on, why not, my brother is a catch. Tall handsome with a steady job, why wouldn't you want him to be your fiancé. And Adam, Stephanie is a catch, not only does she have a very pretty head on her shoulders, she can use it. I hear she can also give that head extremely well." The words shot from her perfect mouth and reached a very red set of ears and blushing cheeks.

"But, no. I'm disappointed in you Adam, you are the professional detective among us. Use those detective and deduction skills and feel what is happening. So apparently the ceremony is in honour of opening a new library complex, and it is paid for by Gotham's wealthiest families. Those two crones over there complained about how the Silberschwerts always send their money just to get the tax reduction on charity, but never send any of the family to actually be in any ceremony or gatherings. They were thinking of removing the Silberschwerts from the donors list, and that will have to bring it up in the next gathering." The tall brunette smiled while showing off her acute sense of everything happening around her.

"And apparently there is a reserved seat on stage for members of the donors families and free drinks and food. So I searched online if we might play as any rich family kids, and voilà. Monique Silberschwert is a twenty something spoiled brat with a nose job and fake tits, the funny thing is she seem to have the same size as me now. And Ethan Silberschwert, he's a bit skinnier than you, but we can say you worked out, and he's a clear ex-fratboy, working in his daddy's company. True, the name is a handful, but they were years overseas, so I'm sure no one knows who they are, and this promises us free drinks and food. So why not" she happily finished.

"Silbershwert, is that Silver Sword?" I asked, trying to translate in my mind, "Yes, it's for killing monsters" Helena returned with a smirk. "Alright, I'll play along, as long as it's just for the free drinks" I said. Sure, it wasn't the most ethical thing I did, but it would hardly hurt anyone, and it seems she has a good plan. "Yes!" She cheered "And also we'll go up stage, apparently Bruce Wayne is going to give a speech on behalf of the families. Quickest way to get a billionaire boyfriend" Helena called victorious her persuasions came through, disregarding any objections I had about the last part as she celebrated.

"Bruce Wayne? Fuck.." said Stephanie, with what almost looked like terror in her eyes. She gulped her drink and said "I'm going to go bring some more drinks" as she vanished before Helena managed to say that the free drinks plan would only work if one of us went, or more precisely, Monique Silberschwert went.

"So.." she started, in what sounded like a bad english accent, "Yer girl, is she.. is she a goer, know what I mean? Know what I mean? wink wink nudge nudge?" She quickly said in the same awful imitation of a british accent and elbowing me in the side. "I beg your Pardon?" I returned in an equally bad posh accent. "Your girl… does she, er, does she go? Aye? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Nudge nudge, say no more". And as I laughed, I answered "Well yes, she did go, I don't even know where to" as I dropped the accent and took another sip from my drink.

"She'll be fine, must have seen a squirrel and started chasing it. She's like a cute golden retriever, who likes pancakes more than life itself, and could put a mid-western truck driver to shame with her foul mouth, but have a butterfly fly over its head and she will drag you with her chasing it" Helena said as she looked towards the stage, "Now was the first time I heard her using any bad language" I came to the blonde's defense. "Trust me, this means she more than likes you. Now ready to play your part?" The cunning brunette asked. "Sure, what ever bro, I'm ready" I said in my worst fratboy impression, "OMG, don't call me bro, bro, I'm like.. your sister and stuff" she returned while doing a face of a stereotypical rich brat from 90's movies. And we began walking towards the stage.