Dashie Without Hat Novels & Stories

I pestered Archie for details, but, for once, he was tight-lipped, and only said, ‘it was magical. I wish I could say we are all wearing sparkly and unique suits, but we decided to keep our looks simple so that the women can shine tonight. Aside from Darius, we’re all in traditional black suits, with small pops of color or embellishments. Archie and Artemis have orange pocket squares. Tobias has kept with his trend of having gold woven into his look. Saph told me her dress is blue, which doesn’t surprise me; it’s her color.

I reminded her. “Well to me, it shouldn’t be.” She said, pushing the pink dress back to me. It had just a single long netty sleeve off the shoulder, and was fitted to the hips where it flaired a little. Golden buttons ran down the middle, and its quality was no joke. I would look too good in it, and Lucas would get the impression I dressed up for him. “Here.” Sadie said, handing me a white bag, and took my hand, dragging me to the shoes section where she picked out beautiful white heels. “Now, you just need a white beret to finish the sweet job.” She said, bouncing around.

Dash looked at Wilson and continued. "You should change to one of those clothes over there. We don't want them discovering you because of the smell of blood and guts." He was referring to the clothes of Captain Boomerang. "I know they are one size too small. But they won't hinder your movements and they are more importantly clean and without smell of any kind. So, just manage it for now! We would figure something out when things have calmed down." He said and standing on the disc Wilson had walked away from, he disappeared from sight.

Dani trails along behind Asher as he walks a few step ahead of her, holding a boy by each hand. Nik is dressed as a teddy bear and Nate is dressed as a lion. Nate has a drawn on brown nose and whiskers thanks to a brown eyeliner pencil. Nik wanted his face colored on too, so she drew him a brown nose as well. With their fuzzy suits on, they both look so cuddlely that she could not stop hugging them. “Are we almost there, Daddy?” Nate asks Asher looking up at him with tired eyes.

Not to mention all the rides: cotton candy, popcorn, and all the party food. I look at my reflection in the mirror and I can’t help but smile. Dash has an amazing taste when it comes to fashion. He got me this dress to wear today and I couldn’t be happier with it. It’s a small black dress that highlights my curves, but I am wearing a shirt on top wrapped around my waist to make it look more casual. Hannah did an amazing job with my makeup. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I ask my mother and she shakes her head as she watches us all ready.

Slade had gotten us a party bus so we had tons of room. “Say wasted,” Angie shouted as we all posed. “WASTED,” everyone shouted. “Wasted but still coming home to me,” I heard, just in my ear as I was trying to adjust my sash. I turned to look into Lukas’ eyes. His hair was really shaggy, Pearl was going to trim it before the wedding. His thick brown waves stuck out from under his usual baseball hat. I pulled back a bit and trailed down his body. Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt, dark blue jeans and bright blue sneakers to match his hat.

Maddox Dasher walked down the stairs, his appearance changed. The neatly pressed suit he was wearing in a dark blue colour looked dashing on him, his hair spiked up carefully, the beard was gone and it was perfectly groomed. Maddox Dasher had this amazing smile on his handsome face, he was holding the hand of his six-year-old niece. Together they stepped down the stairs as if some kind of royals, their clothing expensive. He went to talk a few businessmen, his clients and family members.

Huffing I made my way back into the room but just at the entrance, my gaze fell directly on him and he was already staring back at me, eyes filled with a dark desire to consume. Dash stood at the other end of the lavishly decorated hall dressed in a black tuxedo, crisp white shirt, and bowtie, even though his attire was similar to the attire majority of the men had worn, it made him look different, sexier even, like a juicy piece of well-marinated steak. And the new hairstyle was the cherry on top, instead of his usual slightly messy hairstyle, his hair was combed back making him look even hotter, like he was one of the mafia men from the novels I fancied reading.

As much as the thoughts caused a hollow depth in him, he felt the relief and the comfort that came with knowing your sanity will soon be yours. Mr Macklemore walked out a small door, from the looks of things would be a restroom. He had the sense of dressing that although looked good on him, felt more like the older days and not of a classic gentleman. He adjusted his tie, fixing it in the middle of his neck before pulling his jacket down its length. A sleeveless Jacket? You some kind of waiter? At least, his shoes are nice. He dipped himself into the seat directly in front of him. Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre.

I feel great and even he couldn’t dampen my sparkle today. He’s looking unusually suave in casual attire again, a t-shirt and jeans that are snug but not overly tight and has shades stuck on his head in his messy hairdo. It’s a good look but it’s not my perfectly tailored sinister mobster, and I feel a tad disappointed in it. He’s hot like this, but he’s smoking in a suit.