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The can engine pulls in front of the huge venue slowly, stopping in front of the entryway. Tara marvels at the beauty of the building from the inside of the car, not wanting to get out until the other two get out as well. Both Maurice and Atlas look at Tara, who seemed to struggle to sit in a comfortable position.
"Shall we?" They ask and she nods, attempting to scooch out of the seat and open the door for herself. Of course, since the dress was humongous, she couldn't do it without some type of help. Atlas notices this and goes to her side of the door, opening it for her. Maurice follows and holds his hand out so he could pull her out of the car. Tara grabs the hand and slowly comes out of the car, leaving her clutch in the vehicle.
"We shall." She mutters, fixing her dress to make sure that she didn't flash anybody. Her eyes spot the floral bandana that was lazily tied around her wrist and she rolls her eyes, not liking how it clashed with her dress. Her hands go behind her back as she sways back and forth lightly, waiting for Maurice to lock the car door.
A couple of minutes later, Maurice comes, taking her left side and Atlas takes her right. A small astonished expression presents itself on her face when she realizes that she had forgotten something in the car. Tara stops in her tracks and doubles back to the car,
"I forgot my clutch!" She yells, trying her absolute best to run to the car in heels. The car clicks, signaling that the car was unlocked and she quickly grabs the clutch with her necessities in it. She runs back to Atlas, who chuckles and continues walking towards the entrance.
Once they get near the entrance, Tara tries to crane her neck to see what's going on but fails since there are bulky bodyguards blocking the way. She looks up, only to make eye contact with one of the men with a blue bandana. His eyes scan over her body, stopping at the bandana. While he looks at her, she nudges Maurice, who's the closest to her.
"Maurice?" She elbows him lightly, getting his attention after a few jabs. He seems to notice the issue and gives the man the middle finger, telling Tara to go ahead. He walks closer to the taller man, not caring about the height difference, and sneaks his hand in the pocket of his jacket, producing a knife.
Maurice puts the knife right under the man's carotid, daring him to try and escape from his grasp. He lightly digs the sharp object into the skin, drawing the crimson blood,
"She was wearing a floral bandana and you saw it. And yet you were gonna come near her?" He spits, dragging the man down to his height.
Tara waits at the entrance with Atlas for Maurice, tapping her shoes impatiently. Atlas does the same, dragging his hands through his hair,
"Where is he?" Tara shrugs, pointing behind her,
"Last time I checked, he was back there with that bodyguard." Atlas nearly drops his phone when he hears the word bodyguard. He shoves it back into his pocket and speeds off, running towards where Atlas was supposed to be.
