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Tara shuffles, uneasy in her seat. She tilts her head, her leg slowly starting to bounce out of anxiety,
"Do balls still exist?" She asks, processing the thought of going to a ball dressed in a Cinderella-type gown sitting in the back of her mind. Atlas notices that Tara looks zoned out and starts to snap his hands in front of her face,
"Hello? Earth to Tara?" He holds an imaginary walkie talkie and makes a static noise,
"Bzzz. Come in Piglet." He mumbles, lightly tapping Tara's knees. Tara seems to come out of her dreamland, leaning forward with widened eyes.
"Huh?" She asks, having snapped out of her Cinderella-themed daydream. Atlas chuckles at his sister's expression and ruffles her hair. Tara scowls, pulling back and fixing her hair up, even though no one would be seeing her. Atlas seems to test his luck and decides to ask again,
"So, how would you feel about going to a ball?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Tara raises a brow at his behavior,
"Is it a real ball? Like Disney level bowling or old people waltzing?" Tara asks, her eyes shining with mischief when she imagines her "hip" brother waltzing with elderly people and talking about what kind of tea works best with croissants.
"What type of balls have you been to?" Atlas mutters, looking flabbergasted at Tara, holding his hand to his chest. She rolls her eyes,
"None, that's why my expectations are so weird." She explains with her hands, waving them all over to emphasize her point.
"True," Atlas mutters, before going back to the topic,
"So about the ball?" He stands up, combing his hand through his hair,
"It's really a gala for my work. We're trying to get sponsors and in order to do that we have to spend a butt load of money." Atlas tells Tara a half-truth, hoping that it would pass without being detected.
"What do you do for work again?" She asks, crossing her legs and raising her eyebrows,
Something was fishy, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Atlas pauses on his way to the kitchen and curses under his breath, sliding his hands in his pocket and turning around, having an unbothered look on his face.
Even though inside he was panicking royally.
"What?" He asks and Tara repeats her question,
"What's your job again? You had never told me what you do for a living."
"I work with international relations." The lie comes out as smooth as butter and Tara nods accepting it.
As Atlas walks to the kitchen, Tara tilts her head,
"Huh. That's what Sirius said he wanted to be."
*
"I'm so done." Min sings out, spinning in the chair, causing an annoyed look to present itself on Sienna's face. The brunette cocks an eyebrow at the Asian man's singing voice but says nothing. Min continues singing, stunning Sienna even further,
Why couldn't the man just shut up and take some singing classes?
Eventually, Sienna loses her patience and she slams her hand on the couch, making a muffled noise and catching Min's attention.
"SHUT UP," Sienna yells, thanking god that Cai wasn't here. Min pulls back and looks at Sienna, teasing her,
"Oh? Did you not like my beautiful singing?" He emphasizes beautiful, leaning in closer and daring Sienna to touch him.
And touch him she did.
Within a flash of light, Sienna knocks Min's cheek with a strong hook. Min pulls back startled, and his hand goes to his gun. Sienna smiles, putting her hand over her gun,
"Do you wanna play that game? You do know that I was a top marksman at the academy right?" She teases him in return, smirking lightly. Min scowls taking his hands off the gun,
"I would shoot you if we weren't working together." Sienna rolls her eyes,
She had heard that excuse way too many times.
"Same over here, chorus boy." She draws out, her American accent coming through. A click comes from Sienna as she clicks her gun back into her holster, strategically putting it over her hip, so it covers her gun.
While she was focusing on covering her gun up, Min starts singing again,
"The boss is here."
"Shut up American Idol." Somebody says, Sienna guesses that it's Max most likely from the accent. She lets out a small smirk at the use of pop culture language,
She had taught him so well.
After the gun is finally hidden, she looks up to see Max with a pleased look on his face.
"American Idol? That's a new one Min." Cai smirks, crossing his hands and leaning against the wall. Min rolls his eyes,
"Shut up Pops." He teases using Cai's real name.
Both Max and Sienna freeze, knowing that if you called Cai by his real name you were dead meat. But since Min had known Cai since they were children, he had dismissed the unwanted nickname with a quick chuckle.
"So. How was our mysterious brunette, Sienna?" Cai asks the only girl in the room. Sienna shrugs, stuffing her hands in her pockets,
"She was way different than Atlas. Had a pretty accent as well, especially when she spoke French." Sienna mutters remembering how Tara spoke French with a slight accent, her r's being a bit softer than the French natives.
"Oh?" Cai asks, shocked that she had learned the mother tongue of Versailles. Most of the foreigners who had come over here, only spoke English, assuming that everybody here spoke English. Cai suddenly hears the audible click of the ammo button, noticing that Min had unloaded his ammo for fun. He turns over to him,
"What happened pouty pants?"He asks a pouty Min. Min frowns, looking super childish with his doe eyes shining,
"But I wanted to meet her."
Sienna sticks her tongue out at him and Max sighs,
This room was filled with mafia leaders and all of them were currently acting like children.
"I got to meet her," Sienna exclaims, throwing her hands up and dancing around the room.
"Hmph." Min crosses his hands and storms out of the room.
AmEriCaN IDoL?
WE STAN.
Anyways, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter of Princess and want to come back for more! Have a great night/day!
