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[color=#7B8A72][h1]The Help[/h1][/color][/center]
[color=#D18768]Location: [/color]Edwards Estate Backyard
[color=#8C7CA0]Time: [/color] Morning
[color=#7B8A72]Mentions: EVERYONE AT THE PARTY [@Rodiak] Nahir/Zarai [@Tpartywithzombi] Ariella [@Silverpaw] Wulfric [@princess] Charlotte, [@PapaOso] Bastard [@Helo] Callum/Rohit [@CitrusArms] Stratya [@Funnyguy] Lorenzo [@Lava Alckon] Drake/Farim [@Potter] Olivia [@JJ Doe] Ryn[/color] 


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The clatter of trays and the hum of idle conversation filled the air as the servants flitted back and forth across the lawn, weaving between the finely dressed guests. Amid the sea of flowing gowns and tailored suits, three young waitresses found brief moments to huddle near the refreshments table, their arms laden with empty glasses and half-eaten plates.

“[color=#7B8A72]I swear, if she makes one more comment about how uneven the napkins are folded, I’ll scream,[/color]” the first servant, a brunette with tired eyes, grumbled under her breath. She shifted a tray of champagne glasses, her back aching from all of the bending and carrying. “[color=#7B8A72]It’s like she thinks we’re her personal slaves, not just staff.[/color]”

“[color=#D18768]You’re telling me,[/color]” the second woman, a fiery redhead, muttered as she arranged another platter of hors d'oeuvres. “[color=#D18768]Duchess Victoria is always like this. ‘Do this, do that. Not fast enough. Not good enough.’[/color]” Her voice pitched higher, mimicking the Duchess's haughty tone. “[color=#D18768]She doesn’t even look at us half the time, like we’re beneath her precious gaze.[/color]”

“[color=#8C7CA0]She’s a bitch, is what she is,[/color]” the third, a petite blonde, said with a smirk. “[color=#8C7CA0]Remember that time she made me redo the entire dessert table because the color of the plates didn’t match her dress? She didn’t even notice when I changed it![/color]”

The three women shared a quiet laugh, but their amusement quickly faded as the reality of the situation set back in. Their eyes darted back to the party, where Victoria was gliding among the guests, her chin held high, surveying the event with the same cold superiority she always did.

“[color=#7B8A72]I’m so sick of her,[/color]” the brunette muttered darkly. “[color=#7B8A72]We work our asses off for what? A few silver coins and her acting like we’re dirt beneath her heels.[/color]”

“[color=#D18768]Yeah, while she throws around her jewels and diamonds, pretending she’s some queen,[/color]” the redhead added, her voice dripping with disdain. “[color=#D18768]Meanwhile, we’re lucky if we get leftovers.[/color]”

The blonde bit her lip, glancing toward the table of drinks where trays of expensive wines and liquors were being passed around. An idea flickered in her eyes, and she leaned in closer to her companions, her voice dropping to a whisper. “[color=#8C7CA0]You know… we could do something about it.[/color]”

The other two looked at her, confused. “[color=#7B8A72]What do you mean?[/color]” the brunette asked.

“[color=#8C7CA0]I mean,[/color]” the blonde said, a sly grin creeping onto her face, “[color=#8C7CA0]we could give her and all these rich assholes a little surprise. In their drinks.[/color]”

The redhead raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “[color=#D18768]Go on…[/color]”

“[color=#8C7CA0]We just… mix things up a little. Make the drinks a little stronger. Or maybe… a [i]lot[/i] stronger. [/color]” The blonde’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced toward the untouched bottles of liquor. 

"[color=#D18768]Won't they be able to tell?[/color]" the redhead asked curiously. 

“[color=#8C7CA0]Not with the tricks I have up my sleeve, trust me...I have my ways.[/color] the blonde promised with a wink. 

The brunette let out a low whistle, catching on. “[color=#7B8A72]Oh, I like the sound of that. Imagine Duchess Victoria stumbling around, making a fool of herself. It’d be poetic justice.[/color]”

“[color=#D18768]Not just her,[/color]” the redhead added with a wicked grin. “[color=#D18768]All of them. Let’s make them all regret treating us like dirt.[/color]”

As they straightened up, trays once again in hand, the blonde gave one final glance toward the liquor table, a secret smile playing on her lips.

“[color=#8C7CA0]Let’s get to work.[/color]”

[center][color=red][h3]WARNING ALL PREMADE COCKTAILS HAVE HIGH INCREASED INTOXICATION EFFECTS! GO TO BAR FOR FRESH COCKTAIL OR DRINK WINE/BEER/ETC IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO PARTICIPATE[/h3][/color][/center]
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