also quick side note: i just did my research on when Civil War was filmed and we're just going to pretend that for this book it's being filmed from 2016 April - August and will be released September 1 (sorry for the inconvenience; i should've done my research earlier)

present

ALICE.

"Me too," Anthony murmured. "He seems like a cool guy."

"That's because he's Oliver Blackheart," Billy said. "He is a cool guy."

Anthony chuckled his response as he shook his head. "We just partied with Oliver Blackheart," he chuckled.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "I don't know if you would count that as one of his typical parties," Sebastian commented.

Anthony rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Stop tryna ruin the moment, Seabass!" He exclaimed. "This dude invited us to another party tonight, and I'm forcing your ass to go."

Sebastian sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "Aren't we only invited if they go?" He asked as he nodded his head towards Billy and I.

Anthony raised an eyebrow at us as if he was expecting a response.

I glanced at Billy and he shrugged his shoulders. "We'll go," I responded nonchalantly.

Anthony raised his hands in the air and cheered. "Yes!" He exclaimed. "Now we're gonna be partying with Oliver Blackheart."

Sebastian murmured, "Looks like I'll be sleeping the rest of the day away."

Chris jutted in, "Listen, I'm down to party again, but I need some aspirin first."

Anthony clapped his hands together and exclaimed, "Great! We'll meet you guys here tonight."

"Can't wait," Billy murmured with a smirk.

I nudged Billy on the shoulder right as Sebastian stood up from the couch. "Give them Oliver's number," I whispered.

Billy rolled his eyes before he sighed. "Fine," he whispered. He then faced Anthony, Chris, and Sebastian as Sebastian made his way to stand by his friends. "Guys, wait," he sighed. "Do you guys want Oliver's number?"

Anthony's eyes lit up. "Fuck yeah I want Oliver Blackheart's number," he exclaimed. "If I'm stuck in Atlanta for a few months, I at least wanna go to some good parties before I have to leave."

Billy chuckled as he handed Anthony his phone. The three men then put Oliver's number in their phones before they said their farewells to us and left the room.

"Do you want it too?" Billy asked with a raised eyebrow as he held his phone in my direction.

I eyed his phone before gently taking it out of his hand and adding Oliver as a contact. And just to be extra, I typed his name in my phone as: Oliver 🖤. I mean, I'd have to be stupid not to use the black heart emoji in representation of his last name.

After I had typed Oliver's number and name into my phone, I handed Billy back his phone and announced that I was starving.

"What do you want? Or would you rather go out?" Billy asked with a raised eyebrow as he scanned the room service menu.

I took a few steps closer to Billy so I could read the menu and I mumbled, "Well I don't wanna go out because I feel like I look like garbage."

Billy glanced me up and down before murmuring with a soft smile, "You look beautiful as always." He then added on, "Even though your breath does smell like you chugged vodka while also eating raw meat."

I swatted him on the bicep because of his comment. "Fuck you," I murmured.

"You already did," Billy commented as he smirked at me, causing me to be taken aback slightly. He then added on with a wink, "Multiple times."

I rolled my eyes in response before placing my hands on his shoulder as I rested my chin against them while gazing at the menu. "That looks good," I murmured while pointing to the description for an appetizer platter.

Billy raised an eyebrow and look at me through the corner of his eyes. "Are we sharing all of that or is that your hangover cure?" He chuckled.

I smirked at him as I whispered, "It's all mine."

Billy smirked back as he mumbled, "I wouldn't want it any other way."

The two of us stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before I started giggling, causing Billy to giggle while tilting his head down.

"Shit," Billy giggled as he gazed at the menu.

"What?" I giggled in response.

Billy gazed at me for a few moments as we stood there in silence with my chin still rested upon my hands on his shoulder. It felt like time had completely stopped for us and only us. Nothing bad had happened to us; neither of us had ever been abused or mistreated. It was just the two of us in this moment that could last forever. It was just the two of us that had been through so much together and came out stronger in the end.

It was just the two of us, and that's all that mattered.

**

It was 3:30 p.m. when I had decided to send Oliver a text. Billy had ordered our food after our small but meaningful moment and while he ordered, I had been in the shower trying to wash all of the oils away that, because of the alcohol consumption from the night before, had doubled the usual natural oils engulfing my hair and face. I had genuinely felt gross when I woke up and I didn't know how anyone in the hotel room at that time could be around me without vomiting.

After Billy and I had eaten our food, Billy had gotten in the shower and then had walked out wearing one of the outfits he had bought the other day, which is the same thing that I had done. Billy was wearing a dark maroon t-shirt with very tight black skinny jeans and a black, unzipped cotton jacket, and it fit his persona well. Billy surely knew how to dress himself, that much I had figured out.

I, on the other hand, had walked out of the bathroom wearing a black crop top that had sleeves that ended right above my elbows with black skinny jeans to compliment it. Being around Billy Redford for a while does influence what you buy, I guess.

I was seated on the bed with my back against the headboard when I had sent Oliver a text that read, "Everyone's down for a party tonight if you're still up to it."

Oliver took a few seconds to reply, but his text read, "Hell yeah I'm up for it! Also which one of you is this?😂"

I smacked myself on the forehead for not introducing myself in my previous text to him. I typed, "Sorry! I'm really fucking stupid, but it's Alice!" I added on a few laughing emojis in the text I sent after that one, and I noticed he read both texts right away.

Oliver replied back, "Oh! I kinda figured it was you, but I was just making sure😂."

I smiled at his reply before I responded, "Is there anything we need to bring? Also who else will be there?"

Oliver read it right away again, and he waited a few moments before he began typing. He sent back, "You don't need to bring anything besides yourselves hahaha. And it will only be us unless you guys want me to make it open invite?"

I bit my lip in thought. Did we really want to party like Oliver Blackheart, or did we simply want to party with Oliver Blackheart?

"If you don't mind, can it only be us?" I typed back as I kept my lip between my teeth.

Oliver immediately started typing as soon as I sent him the text, and he replied, "Anything the queen wants, she shall have😊."

I rolled my eyes as I giggled because of his text.

Why am I acting like this? Billy and I just had a moment a few hours ago, and now I'm giggling because Oliver sent me a text he could easily have on copy and paste? Jesus Christ, who is this girl?

I waited a few moments before replying with a smirk, "I'm sure you say that to every girl you 'talk' to."

Oliver replied almost immediately, "So, now we're 'talking?'😏"

I completely ignored his question, and I quietly giggled as I asked, "What time should we be there?"

Oliver replied with a shocked emoji before he responded, "Be here at seven and not a second later." He then sent in a separate text, "Please, your majesty👑."

I left him on read as I clicked out of the messages app and locked my phone. What the actual Hell is going on with me? I'm a grown ass woman who was having very explicit daydreams last night about not only one, but three men who were in the same room as me. One of them had their fucking face in my lap, another was sitting right in front of me on the floor, and the other was sitting next to me on the couch. Fuck it. I'm blaming it on the alcohol.

And guess who's gonna be drinking again tonight? That's right. You, Bitch.

I shook my head and got up from my seat on the bed. I walked into the main room to see Billy sitting on the couch and flipping through tv channels.

"I texted Oliver," I said as I sat next to him on the couch.

"What'd he say?" Billy asked as he raised an eyebrow at me.

"He said to be there by seven," I murmured with a small smile.

Billy chuckled as he shook his head. "We'll have to tell the others," he murmured.

My eyes lit up as my eyebrows raised. "Oh shit! That's right," I sighed. "Didn't they say they were gonna meet us here?"

Billy's eyebrows raised as a goofy grin overcame his face. "How the actual fuck would they know when to meet us here?" He laughed.

I stifled a laugh as I responded, "I honestly don't know."

Billy chuckled and tilted his head down as he did so, his shoulders shaking along with the rest of his body as he laughed. "I mean, we can always meet them at their room I guess," he offered with a raised eyebrow.

"Wouldn't we have to give them a heads up?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Billy shrugged his shoulders in response. "I mean, there's nothing like making a dramatic entrance," he murmured with a smirk on his face.

**

Two and a half hours later, I was banging on Sebastian's door with my fist as Billy yelled, "C'mon, fuckers! We're gonna be late for getting fucked!"

Sebastian opened the door and my fist barely grazed his chest as I stopped myself mid-motion as my eyes bugged. Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he looked between the two of us. "Chris and Anthony have, like, their own rooms," he murmured slowly.

Billy sighed dramatically as he slowly spun around before facing Sebastian again. "How the Hell are we supposed to know what rooms they're in?"

Sebastian continued to look at us with his eyebrow raised before he shook his head and sighed. "I'll go tell them," he murmured as he closed the door behind him as he stepped out into the hall, gently nudging Billy and I out of his way.

Billy and I followed Sebastian to one of his friends' rooms, and Sebastian knocked on the door only for the two of them to both emerge.

"Is it time?" Anthony exclaimed with a wide grin as both him and Chris stood in the doorway of the room.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the two of them while Billy nodded his head in response.

"You two were hanging out without me?" Sebastian quietly asked with a defeated look on his face.

Chris waved off Sebastian's question as both him and Anthony emerged from the room and shut the door. "Get that mopey shit out of here," Chris exclaimed. "It's time to fucking party!"

Sebastian rolled his eyes at Chris' comment and the five of us began our journey down the hall to the elevators.

"I'm too fucking excited for this," Anthony murmured as Billy hit the downwards arrow outside of the elevator. "Like, I'm too fucking excited."

I raised an eyebrow as the five of us crammed into the elevator. "You do know that it's only going to be us five plus Oliver, right?"

Anthony offered me a defeated look before he shook his head. "Whatever, I'm just excited to be partying in Oliver Blackheart's house," Anthony responded.

Sebastian rolled his eyes into the back of his head as he sighed dramatically. "We already know who Oliver is, Anthony. You don't need to keep saying his full name over and over," Sebastian remarked.

Anthony glared at Sebastian sarcastically as he murmured, "Oliver Blackheart."

Needless to say, as the five of us stepped out of the elevator, Chris had to step between the two men to keep their levels of testosterone from spiking to even higher levels than they were at currently.

The five of us walked outside of the hotel and were met with paparazzi screaming our names once again, which we had all grown accustomed to at this point, and Billy hit the unlock button on his car keys. Billy had chosen not to give the keys to the valet guy and had chosen to park the car himself, which the employee so kindly let Billy do after our shopping spree the other day. Billy had parked his car in the exact same spot his father had parked the car along the street, which was an advantage but also a curse.

"I'm gonna go fucking blind," Anthony murmured as the cameras continued to flash their bright lights at us.

"While you're going blind," Chris murmured as the five of us walked up to the car. "I'm going deaf."

"Get in," Billy called over the noise of reporters screaming at us, which had gotten immensely louder when the five of us reached the car.

"How the Hell are we supposed to fit in this thing?" Anthony exclaimed as he motioned between him, Sebastian, and Chris.

"Make it work," Billy called as he sat in the driver's seat and shut his door. I flashed them an apologetic smile before sitting in the passenger's seat and shutting the door.

"Fuck," Anthony murmured as he opened the door and began sliding himself over in the backseat until he was behind Billy.

"No," Sebastian yelled at Chris. "You lost. You're sitting in the middle."

"I said two out of three!" Chris exclaimed.

Sebastian murmured something inaudible and I turned back to see that the men were playing a very intense game of rock, paper, scissors.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Billy exclaimed as he turned around and cast them a disapproving look.

The two men continued their game before Sebastian began murmuring something in another language as he sat in the middle backseat. Chris followed Sebastian into the car and closed the door behind him, and now all three men were squished up against one another but it looked like, from what I could tell, that Sebastian had it the worst.

"I'm feeling claustrophobic," Sebastian murmured as he closed his eyes.

"And you say that I always have something to complain about," Anthony exclaimed.

Billy rolled his eyes as he tapped his phone screen and began turning up the volume rather loudly for the car speakers. "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown began blaring through the speakers as Billy put the car in drive and took off down the highway.

"Calm the fuck down, Man! I don't even have my fucking seatbelt on," Anthony exclaimed as he began fumbling with his seatbelt.

Sebastian called back over the music, "Touch my thigh again and I swear to fucking God I'm jumping out of the car!"

Anthony raised an eyebrow at Sebastian as he exclaimed, "Bitch!" He then added on, "Go ahead. Try squeezing your thick ass outta the car. Go." Anthony sucked in his stomach as he leaned his back all the way against the seat. "Go! I'm waiting," he sighed.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and slammed his head against the back of the seat. "I'm gonna need fucking drugs after this car ride," he mumbled.

"Well," Anthony began. "We are going to Oliver Bl-"

"Don't say it!" Sebastian exclaimed as he turned his head to face Anthony as he pointed a finger at him. "Just don't fucking say it," he whispered.

I glanced at Billy to see he had completely tuned out the men's banter as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the music. I turned around again to see that Chris was casually gazing out the window as Sebastian and Anthony continued bickering about genuinely everything.

"How fucking long until we are at this guy's house?" Anthony asked over the music.

Billy yelled back, "About fifteen minutes!"

Sebastian sighed dramatically. "Can't you speed it up a little? I'm dying over here, genuinely," he exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," Billy exclaimed as he gazed at Sebastian through the rear view mirror. "I thought you didn't like it when I speed if my memory serves me correctly."

Anthony gave Sebastian a surprised look as he said, "Look at that, Seabass. Rich boy just served your ass on a fucking platter."

Sebastian glared at Anthony as he responded, "I'm gonna fucking kill you."

"Try me, Bitch," Anthony responded.

Chris waved his hands in front of him as he yelled, "Enough! That's fucking enough! Stop fucking fighting for five fucking minutes of this car ride, please!"

Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest to the best of his ability along with Anthony.

"Fuck you, Man," Anthony murmured.

"Yeah," Sebastian mumbled in agreement. "Fuck you."

Chris sighed as he returned his gaze back to staring out the window. The only noise that radiated around the walls of the car was the music blasting out of the speakers from Billy's playlist for the rest of the car ride to Oliver's house.

After about ten minutes, Billy was turning down the volume to the speakers as he drove the car at a slower pace. He parked the car beside the gatekeeper's little hut and rolled his window down as he nervously smiled at the man.

"Names," the gatekeeper said as he stared down Billy.

"Billy Redford, uh, Alice Hartsfield, Sebastian Sta-" Billy replied before being cut off.

"You can go," the gatekeeper interrupted nonchalantly as he pressed a button and the gate opened.

"Th-Thanks," Billy murmured with a nervous smile before driving the car slowly forward. Billy drove the car up Oliver's driveway at a slow pace as all of us gawked at the landscape around his yard. There were trees with flowers in mid bloom all around his house and multiple other exotic kinds of plants and flowers I couldn't place. There was even a massive water fountain in a small circle within his driveway that formed a circle in front of his house, and he had, like, eight cars lined up along the part of driveway that formed a straight line towards his garage.

"Jesus Christ," Anthony murmured as he leaned forward and slightly in front of Sebastian so he could gawk at the cars. "This kid has fucking money."

"Mhm," I hummed in agreement as I stared in front of me at his house as Billy continued to slowly drive the car towards the circular part of the driveway. Oliver's house was definitely a mansion but not quite as big as mine or Billy's, but it was still huge. I could see inside of the house because the main floor walls were for the most part massive windows except for what I assumed was the kitchen on the left side of the house and Oliver's bedroom on the right.

Billy pulled into the circular part of the driveway and parked the car not quite in front of Oliver's front door as we all continued to ogle at his house.

Suddenly, Oliver emerged from his house with a goofy grin on his face. The five of us stepped out of the car as Oliver held open his front door.

"C'mon, guys," Oliver exclaimed as he motioned his hand towards the inside of his house. "Let's get the party fucking started!"

The five of us walked slowly into Oliver's house and I spun around as I took it all in. It was so, just, modern, but in a rich person type of way I guess. Everything in it was still expensive, don't get me wrong, but it felt so casual. His main room had purely white seating arrangements with a massive flat screen tv mounted on the wall in front of the couch, and this wall wasn't actually a window. I could see part of his bedroom from where I was standing and it looked massive as well.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Oliver exclaimed as he held his arms wide open and tilted his head back. "You have all been blessed by the almighty Oliver Blackheart."

Anthony shook his head as he sighed. "I'm gonna start buying lottery tickets purely because of my experience here so far," he murmured.

Oliver tilted his head back and laughed as he clapped his hands together. "Ok, I would give you a tour but I promised you the experience of a lifetime," Oliver exclaimed as he glanced between the five of us. He then motioned his head towards the kitchen as he said, "Follow me."

The five of us followed Oliver to his kitchen and it was made up of fucking marble counters with a small diamond chandelier hanging over the main counter of the kitchen. The cabinets were made of cream colored wood that accented the marble very well, and the window above his sink offered an amazing view of some trees and plants that were in the process of blossoming.

"Fuck," I sighed as I spun around in the kitchen before resting my hands on the counter in front of me.

Oliver smirked and winked at me from across the counter before reaching in a cabinet by his fridge and grabbing two bottles of vodka along with glasses.

"Is that the Swarovski Crystal?" Anthony asked as he pointed at one of the bottles.

Oliver smiled a wide grin and nodded. "Yes, Sir," he replied. "I figured you'd wanna try it even though it's terrible."

"What's the other one?" Sebastian asked as he motioned towards the second bottle.

Oliver replied without hesitation, "DIVA Premium."

"How much is that one worth?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Oliver smirked as me as he replied, "One million."

Anthony's eyes bugged as he stared at the DIVA Premium bottle. "Please tell me that one's not bad," he pleaded.

Oliver chuckled as he replied, "I just got it today, so I wouldn't know." Oliver shrugged his shoulders as he gazed at Anthony.

"Fuck," Sebastian sighed as he rubbed a hand down his face. "I can honestly say I've never been in the same room with this expensive of alcohol."

Oliver smirked with a raised eyebrow as he replied, "Then what are we waiting for?"

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continuation of Oliver's party will be up some time tomorrow heheheehheehhe