I will not keep you waiting any longer!

Cole was taken to the police and now he had a restraining order. He had to keep away from me and the place where I work. Still down about that Thranduil and Miley were dating. But Miley was my best friend, and I would never hate her over a guy--an elf for this matter. 

As for Thranduil, just the image in my head of him holding the sword with the red drapes covered him, and defending me at the same time. I've come to realize that all this time I've been ignoring various of Prince Charmings of Las Vegas only to have a knight in shining red drapes fall from my very own ceiling. There must be a reason why he fell from my ceilings, and no one else's. 

But they always say... If you love them then you must set them free and if they come back than they are yours to keep.

But is this really love?

I walked up to Thranduil and Miley who were sitting on the sofa enjoying their conversation. Both stayed shut once I stood in front of them. "Hey guys, sorry about your date. Hope you'll enjoy it tonight, I'll just go to work early," I said to both of them but I only kept eye contact with Miley. Afraid what Thranduil's eyes will do to me.

***

Arriving early at work wasn't my cup of whiskey, because I hate tea. I wore a skimpy outfit while sitting at the bar as Eric was cleaning the glasses. I was sulking while sipping on a bourbon. "Miley and Thranduil are on a date... And you're here drowning in your own sorrow and your third glass of bourbon... Are you sure this has nothing to do with Miley and Thranduil?" Eric asked.

When he asked me what was my problem. I told him that I was having a bad day but then he asked me where was Thranduil--and I told the truth. "This has nothing to do with Thranduil, I mean come on! He is just a strange alien who fell from my ceiling... And he can't even act like a regular human... Why would I waste my emotions on him--I am Las Vegas' number one girl... Everyone knows I have no feelings for guys except for making out with them then leave," I explained.

"I meant this has nothing to do with Miley going out with Thranduil... I thought you were concern about Miley because she's going out with a total stranger... But I now I see things much clearer," Eric said. I groaned and slammed my head on the counter. Me and my blabbering mouth. 

I chugged down the whole glass of bourbon and felt the tingles playing at my spine. 

Then one of my favorite songs started to play:

Muse - Super Massive Black hole.

(Search for the song if you don't know it)

Suddenly the spotlights turned on from behind me, I turned around right as Eric said "No need to sulk Angel,"

There on the stage was Thranduil but this time, he didn't look "groovy" like he did before. This time, he looked.

H - O - T

Bold it, capitalize it, and underline it!

Thranduil was wearing a white button up shirt, the few buttons on top were undone showing a bit of his oh-so-hot body. His jeans were tight showing me the size of his nice buns with sneaker. I knew he was wearing a short wig that looked like a boy cut but if no one saw him with his long hair then you wouldn't tell that it was a wig. But he did not wear any glasses, he showed his electric blue eyes piercing me with his hot gaze. 

He was moving his body with the rhythm of the song. He dance good this time, he looked drop dead gorgeous. Other strippers turned their attentions towards Thranduil some giving wolf whistles. Then others said,

"Who's that guy!?"

"Oh my gosh! He makes me so horny!"

"Marry me!"

What made me glued to where I stood, suddenly the bourbon had no affect on me, was that as Thranduil danced his eyes were only on me and me alone. I did not notice when the song was done and at the end a bucket of water poured on top of Thranduil. 

                      H                                                O                                          T

Steaming f****** Hot!

His white shirt clung to his body--his Greek God body-- it was see through that it made all the other strippers bark as if they were dogs. One was even stomping one of her foot. He took off his wig and his long hair was wet making him even more sexy when his long hair stuck to his skin. His pants got a bit more tighter giving me a perfect view of the bulge in his pants (And no he is not erected). 

Eric came on stage and said "Everybody--this is our new Disco King!" he announced. Thranduil's eyes not leaving mine. He suddenly jumped from the stage to stand right in front of me. I could feel the heat of his body and the smell of sandalwood. Eric passed by us as he put a fake golden crown upon Thranduil's head. 

Thranduil then whispered in my ear,

"I am your king, bow down to me,"

sending shivers down my spine. 

Now,

he can have me.

Thranduil's POV

I did it. 

Miley's POV

My planned worked out. 

Get Angela jealous, check!

Make her think I'm going out with Thranduil, check!

Makeover Thranduil, check!

Teach him how to dance, check!

I'm just doing what Thranduil asked me to.

Help him make Angela fall in love with him.