The Black Organization with a Black Widow in it (Gin x oc fanfic)

Prologue

🎰at a casino and club🎰

3rd person POV:

"I can't believe you're leaving." "I'll be back when the job is done sis. Now come on let's dance before Esmeralda takes up all the floor." The two sisters went to the floor, but before they stepped on it. "Hey, Alianna, see that silver haired guy playing blackjack. He's been looking at you for a while." The little sister bumped Alianna with her elbow. She took a glimpse at him then back at her sister. "He doesn't look half bad, but I don't think he's my type, Audrey." "Well we'll figure it out later," Audrey said, and then the sisters stepped on the dance floor. They didn't realize the guy was watching them a few times. Eventually he flipped his cards—winning $150–then went to the bar.

Alianna found him at the bar and went at it. "Margarita please," she said to the bar tender. "Hmph, typical," the man on her right started smoking. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It's just that you look like a lady who'd drink that." Aliannas margarita came, "and you, what are you a man of?" He let out a smoke, "I'm a man of many drinks . . . but I prefer gin."

🖤🥃the next day🥃🖤

Alianna's POV:

"Welcome to The Black Organization, Alianna." "Thank you sir." "Now before we introduce you to the others, you'll need a code name to keep your real name safe. How about . . ." Even I was nervous, I mean this is what everyone would call me here. "I've got it, raven, I mean it fits you perfectly what with your black hair." I've been called that a few times when I was a child—some even called me the raven witch because of my purple eyes—but I didn't care. "I like it sir." "Good because you can't change it, now let's go meet your co-workers."
(Bare with me because I know some are unknown or dead, but not anymore.)
Here on the first floor was the laboratory and ER. "Raven this is Sherry, our brains." "Hi nice to meet you," she said. "You too." Ok she's got short brown hair and blue eyes, near my age and nice . . . What the hells she doing working here.
On the second floor was the training room. "So you're new here, I'm Kir, why don't you come over and we can see how good you fight." "Sure thing." Ok so she's fit and with dark brown hair. A few walks later I met Korn and Chianti, an old guy and a woman with ginger hair in the style of a bowl. "'Bout time we had a new lady," Chianti said. Then came Rye and Scotch, one who always wears a hat and another who's always carrying a guitar. The next three guys—Irish Tequila and Vodka—were just drinking like it was nobody's business. "I think you've figured it out, Raven, that I name everyone after an alcoholic drink." "Yes I have and I think it's very creative." Or you were drunk when you started this Organization. We were up in the offices and boy did it smell. "What, can't handle a cigarette." "Now, Vermouth, she's new," the boss said. "I know she is I can smell it." Vermouth: lite blonde hair, blue eyes, and the diva of the place. "What is Bourbon doing in your office?" The tan blonde boy ran out, "s-s-sorry sir."
"Now that just leaves me with—"
The door to the offices opened, and if I had a cigarette right now, it'd be on the floor.
"Gin, how's the morning so far handsome." He paid no attention to Vermouth, he just looked at me. We must have been in sync because we both said the same thing at the same time.
"You!"