THE PARTY PRINCE ARLO WINDSOR CONTINUES TO PROVE HE'S NOT WORTHY OF HIS POSITION.

By L.M.Taurus

6/5/0026UWC

6 hours before headline

Arlo Windsor was currently in New Zealand on two assignments. One of those assignments was his usual gig as a world military leader. Arlo was the most sociable of the world military leaders which made him the perfect man to travel the world and meet with the world leaders and their royal guards. His job was to meet with them and make sure their rules were going smoothly.

Arlo's second assignment was to make sure the Haitian refugees who were relocated into New Zealand were alright. The leader of New Zealand was happy to help and the refugees were doing well in their temporary homes.

This time around, Arlo's job went perfectly and he was able to finish early. Arlo did his usual thing and found what were the party scenes in his local location.

This time he was led to downtown Wellington. He found a club named Night Cat and made that his scene for the night.

Arlo wore sunglasses and a blonde wig to help hide his identity. It was doing its job well since no one had recognised him as of yet.

Arlo was at the bar when he spotted a woman sitting across from him. Arlo ordered two drinks, one for himself and the other he told the bartender to send it to the woman. The woman seemed surprised by the drink when the bartender pointed him out. Arlo raised his drink as a toast and she returned the gesture.

Arlo took a sip of his drink and smiled when he noticed the woman making her way to him. He observed her closely. She was slim, but her emerald dress wrapped around her nicely. She had long brown hair that came down to her back. She was attractive and knew it. Everyone that she passed turned to look at her, including the women.

Arlo pulled out the seat next to him for her. She took it and raised her glass to him. They tapped each other's glasses and took a drink.

"Thanks for the drink," she said. "It's good."

"It's the least I can do since you bless me with your presence tonight."

"Nice line. I'm sure it must get you a lot of play."

Arlo raised an eyebrow. "I'll be honest with you. It's the first time I've ever used it."

"I find that hard to believe."

"I wouldn't lie to you."

"I don't know. Those sunglasses and that terrible wig scream liar."

"Hmpt." Arlo was caught by surprise and tried to look up at his wig. "I'm usually better at putting on a wig." He returned his gaze back to the woman. "I promise I'm not bald and I have great hair. I wear a wig for other reasons."

"Oh I know why you're wearing the wig, Prince Arlo Windsor."

Arlo braced himself.

"Relax Arlo. I'm not a threat to you. My name is Lois. I'm a writer with the United Global. It's my job to be able to recognise the world leaders."

"A reporter," said Arlo with disgust. He took his sunglasses off and tossed them on the bar's counter. "Are you following me?"

"Not exactly. I know you like to party. I know you were in New Zealand and I thought there was a good chance I might see you here tonight."

"Great, I'm predictable." Arlo downed his drink and called over the bartender. "One more," he said to the bartender and looked at Lois and her drink. "You want another?"

"No, I still have plenty," she said, then drank a bit from her straw.

The bartender gave him a nod and left to make him a drink. Arlo turned his attention to Lois. "Are you here to trash me in your paper again?"

"Not if you don't give me a reason," answered Lois. "So far all I have to say is Prince Arlo is doing a great job relocating the Haitian refugees in New Zealand."

"That's nice of you," said Arlo. "But you should refer to me as world military leader Arlo. I'm a world military leader first, then a prince."

"Forgive me. My mistake, world military leader Arlo."

"Hey," said another woman a couple of seats away. "Did I hear that right? Are you Arlo Windsor of the world military?"

"Great," whispered Arlo as the bartender came with his drink. Arlo turned to look at the woman. She was older, probably in her fifties. She was dressed professionally. Maybe she was the owner of the establishment. She was still attractive for her age, but not his type. "I'm just here to have a good time," said Arlo, before taking a sip of his drink.

The older woman got up and took a seat next to him. She stared at Arlo for a bit, making him feel uncomfortable. "It is you."

"Yeah, can you please try to keep that to yourself?"

"Let me introduce myself," said the woman, putting out her hand. "I'm Lillian Danti. I'm very interested in your and your squad's rein."

"Nice to meet you," said Arlo, shaking her hand. "I hope I don't let you down."

"You're off to a terrible start, but there's time for improvement."

Arlo rolled his eyes then looked at Lois. "See what you've done," he whispered to her.

"Don't blame this on me," she whispered back. "I didn't tell you to come out tonight."

Arlo returned his attention to the woman. "Thank you for your opinion. Now let me return to my drink."

"Wait, don't you want to know what I disapprove of exactly?"

"Not really," whispered Arlo as he looked at the bartender. The bartender shrugged his shoulders and went on his way. Arlo returned his attention to Lillian. "Maybe another time."

"We might not get another chance to talk like this."

"Fine, go for it. Tell me what you disapprove of."

"It's what your whole squad is doing. McKnight," she called out to a man in his early forties.

McKinght came over and gave Lillian a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, Lillian."

Lillian gestured towards Arlo. "Tell him how you feel about the Haitian refugees coming into our country."

"Useless," said McKnight as he looked at Arlo. "All they're good for is to dirty up our streets. Then the good people of New Zealand are forced to pay for their housing. If that wasn't enough, our money is also being used to rebuild their shithole country."

Arlo and Lois were caught off guard by his statement. "Their country was destroyed by a hurricane. What did you expect us to do?"

"I expect them to rebuild themselves," said McKnight. "Their country, their problem."

"While that's sad and all, maybe that was God's way of saying they have to better themselves or disappear with all the ancient civilizations," said Lillian.

"You're being a little harsh, don't you think?" said Lois.

"Not at all," said McKnight. "Look at this guy." He pointed out a dark-skinned man in the crowd. The man clearly heard him because he looked in their direction. "He's one of those refugees who should be at home taking care of his family or working to provide for them. Instead, here he is partying with my damn earned money." McKnight turned his attention to Lois. "Do you think that's right, sweetheart?"

"Is there a problem?" said the dark-skinned man with a Haitian accent.

Arlo stood up and put a hand on McKnight's shoulder. "Not at all," said Arlo, trying to lighten up the mood. "We're here trying to have a good time. How about we share a round of drinks, on me."

"Fuck that noise," said McKnight, shrugging off Arlo. "I'm sick and tired of providing for these parasites who can't even take care of their own homes." McKnight shoved the Haitian. "Go home! You're not wanted here."

"That's enough of that," said Arlo as he pulled McKnight back. The Haitian tried to throw a punch at McKnight, but Arlo shoved him away. "I said enough. We didn't come out tonight for...." Arlo took a punch in the face from McKinght and then the Haitian rushed at them. A fight started around them as Arlo held his cheek by the bar. "Fuck it," he said, before joining in on the fight himself.

Lois had a disappointed look on her face as she watched an all out brawl start in front of her. She noticed Lillian had a smile on her face as she left the club. Lois returned her attention to the brawl and saw Arlo fighting two different individuals who weren't even part of the original argument. She pulled out her notepad and started taking notes.