MOTHS (6)

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-ADRIANA-

LOCATION: MOSCOW, RUSSIA

I look around the room, and everyone has smiles planted on their faces, excited for the new 'theme'.

Marina didn't tell us about this.

Weird.

"So, without further ado, let's get into it!"

Everyone gets into a straight line, and we all start the routine.

(A/N I'M TERRIBLE AT DANCING & ACTION SCENES, BUT THE LINK FOR THE AUDIO THAT'S PLAYED IS AT THE TOP!)

I start with my partner, Leo.

Leo.

"So, Double A, you ready?" He asks.

I nod, "Yes I am, Double D."

"Alright, let's get this music a jammer!" The music starts, and we start our routine.

"You really have to work on that name." He tells me, and I agree.

"How about we stick to Ari and Nardo?" I raise an eyebrow suggestively.

"Talk later, Ari. Good luck." He twirls me to the next person.

The next person is kinda old to be dancing, but he seems to be a master at it.

He could be young behind the mask. Don't forget there are spies everywhere.

"Hello, ma'am." He introduces himself.

"Sir." I nod my head.

"Lovely evening, isn't it?" He has an English accent.

"It is."

"Love the dress, did you get it from the stylists?"

Obviously.

I nod my head.

"So, do I have the honor to know this lovely lady's name?" He asks.

Fuck no.

"Maybe next time. See you 'round." I whisper, and he twirls me off to the next person.

He is around my age, maybe a little older.

He puts his hands a little lower on my waist than I would like.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Ari." I decided to use the 'nickname' Leo gave me.

"Ahhh, Adriana Agosti. Lovely to see you here. Glad I spared you." He says secretively.

Spy.

Spared me? What the fuck.

I take in a sharp breath, "Yes, it is lovely to see me here."

"And you are..?" I ask.

He avoids my question, "What are you doing here, isn't it only the Mafia Don's?"

"Things change. I will be the next Italian Mafia Leader."

"Hmm, this school is allowing the future Mafia Leader's and the Mafia Don's to go to this ball. Risky, no?"

I don't answer him, and I look around the room instead.

He smiles, his breath leaking of alcohol, "See you later."

Twirl. Next.

This one is probably the same age as my dad.

Ew, he could be my dad.

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