A man with a short beard and young looks was sitting inside one of the subway trains, he was wearing a violet coloured bow that matches with his black coat and purple shirt. He has no idea why the mysterious and yet attractive small invitation has specifically mentioned about this dress code, maybe it's a formal party that talks about business and politics, or it could be anything related to a celebration or someone's birthday. He shook his head a little, telling himself not to worry about tonight " You're just going for a party to make friends, you're gonna have a great time, you know this, Matthew.. " he mumbled to himself in a low pitched, smooth British and a bit of accent of a Scottish.
After a few minutes, he arrived at his destination, he hopped off from the train, and checked on the address on the card, heading to the the tall, fancy building at the corner of the city. He walked to the entrance, following the signs that led to the elevator that was only available while the rest was closed, it was very strange for Matt because he noticed this floor around him was empty and no one was around so he figured it might be new.
So he went in the elevator, the doors closed and the lights suddenly went off ,and it turned dim in purple, revealing a scanning identity machine that began scanning him before it descends. He was a bit shocked and surprise for such an advanced elevator that he's ever been inside, what really surprised him was there's wasn't any buttons to press on since its going lower inside the grounds, not above at the rest of the floors, it was very weird.
It finally stopped at the final level of the building, the doors finally opened as the machine welcomed him while referring as ' DCI headquarters '. He slowly walked out, adjusting his bow, feeling a bit nervous as two men standing on both sides in formal wear like secret agents and wearing the same purple tie. Could it be a coincidence? No, Matt didn't think so, he continued walking, exploring around the huge space with his green eyes when the music's playing in the background from one golden music box on the floor, there were people in suits surrounding a few people in the middle, dancing in their unique outfits but in the same dress codes: Purple and Black.
" Welcome to the party, I'm glad you can make it, Matthew. " a middle aged man with a tan skin and black tidy hair slicked to the back of his head, grinning at him " I'm glad I can make it, cousin. " Matt smiled.
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Among the Dancers
FanfictionMatt has accepted an invitation where no one else in the city does, he soon discovered that the invite was more than just an underground party.... But a group of highly skilled dancers who work on solving dance crimes... And Matt will have to accept...
