"If you really haven't been watching the news - I should be the one telling you. One - there's a serial killer on the loose." Elizabeth distractedly held her fingers up to count, "two - partying has never and will never be something I cave into."There was a dead, bored look in Holly's eyes as she gave a reply. "Firstly, I know there's a serial killer on the loose and secondly, come on Liz...! It wouldn't kill you to just come out and have fun for at least this one night. I have telling you about this party over two months now.""Hmmm," Elizabeth hummed unenthusiastically. "And I've been telling you over those two long months I'm not going to that party. I'm trying to do something right now... and you're dead-ass distracting me.""A serial killer can't even be interested in you," Holly declared, with a sneer crawling up her face as she spoke on. "You're too boring.""And that's extremely great news for me."Elizabeth perked up and leaned into the table she was rough sketching. A new d

Haze of lazy smoke slowly spiralled its way up the ceiling, escaping through the small hole in his parted lips and the momentary flair of his nose. Gregorio Cortez was almost at the edge of loosing his shit at that moment. He inhaled the cigarette once again and removed it to exhale, repeating the previous spiralling action of the smoke in the air. The cigar was stuck between his index and pointer - third finger, and occasionally he would press the tip against the coaster placed in front of him to get rid of ashes. He picked his iPhone once again, next to the plain white coaster on the antique table before him and rose out of the comfy couch. He began to dial the same number for the umptieth time within the last thirty minutes he had escaped into his hotel room from the party. He was in the presidential suite.It was large and elegant. There was a living room which chairs and a large television. There was a deck outside where parties of up to 50 people could be held. On the deck the