Sin City

Nine: The Ball

[disclaimer yall the people in here are purely original characters its just the names I've taken. if i ship people in this fic that definitely doesn't mean i ship the people with those names irl]

"Uh, yeah. And what's your name?"

"Well, I think that's something you need to find out."

The house was in a state of complete and total chaos. A bustling, lively mess. Everyone was scrambling around, ensuring everyone looked primed up for the ball. Kai handed everyone their individual daggers and Ambrose monopolized the bathroom for two whole hours, making sure he looked flawless.

Bella was seated in a room, sulking. Nate entered the room, looking for a tie. He smiled when he saw Bella's pouting face. "You look like you're full of energy."

Bella groaned and lay on the bed she was previously sitting on. "Fuck off, Nathan."

"Full name? You must be so happy."

Bella glared at Nate while holding back a smirk. "Just leave, you need to get tidied up. Nobody is going to believe you're in the mafia when you go looking like that."

"Hey! I look great. I would look better in a maid outfit, but oh well. It doesn't even matter anyways, because I'm actually in the mafia."

"Mhm, whatever. Just leave so I can be sad about missing out."

"Have fun, princess."

Nate closed the door and heard a muffled shout from inside.

"Call me princess again and see what fucking happens to you!"

Nate laughed to himself, only to come across Kai watching him carefully. 

Nate's smile trembled as Kai harshly scrutinized him. "You." Kai grinned.

"Uh- me?"

"You simp for Bella."

"What?" Nate scoffed. "No, Bella is a whore."

Another muffled shout came from the room. "I heard that! I hate you too Nate! And Kai, fuck off!"

Kaz walked by, struggling to tame her hair. She widened her eyes when she heard Bella's shouts. "Somebody's in a good mood."

Kaz looked at Nate, who was slightly red, and back to the door of where Bella was. She gasped and looked to Kai, who nodded.

"Ha!" Kaz taunted, "I won the bet! You owe me $20!"

"No! I won it! I said that we would catch Nate simping this week, you said next week"

"No, no no! I said this week!"

As the two argued, Nate sighed and walked away. He was nearly ready, all he needed to do was look for his tie. He couldn't seem to find it anywhere. On his way to the kitchen, Nate bumped into Hera, who was trying to discreetly text someone. He smiled in greeting, but when she looked up and saw him, her face immediately paled. She turned her phone so he couldn't see the screen of it.

Nate's smile slowly dropped. "What was that all about?"

Hera looked lost. She tried moving away, but Nate stopped her. Seeing no way out of the situation, Hera sighed and cleared her throat in a nervous manner. "Oh- I was just- just on insta. Yeah."

"It looked like you were texting someone."

"Oh yes! I was on insta before, but I started texting someone justtt as you bumped into me." Nate noticed her voice was more high pitched than usual.