![]() ![]() When Dan and I walked inside, I had to double-check and see if we were somehow trespassing into the queen’s holiday mansion and if I should tell her majesty that I saw the drunk captain of the rugby team piss in her pool. ![]() AKA the mother of all freaking parties in Royal Elite. However, the sneaky wanker chose the party. Since Dan is part of the football team, I expected him to take me to their usual thing - not that I know what that is, but I had an idea it’d be in some posh house in London. He’s into drama and all that jazz.īut I promised him I’d attend one party before the summer starts. Spoiler alert, don’t believe anything Dan says. Now, I’m not that much of a fun-ruiner, although my best friend Dan would say otherwise. Not to be dramatic, although I probably am, this place is like my worst nightmare wrapped in super-expensive watered down alcohol. You may be noble, but stay away from King.Īlcohol, drunk teenagers, and thumping music. ![]()
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