CHORUS
You are a woman marked for sorrow.
ELEKTRA
Yes, I know sorrow. Know it far too well.
My life is a tunnel choked by the
sweepings of dread.
⟿ criminal minds
⟿ aaron hotchner
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CHAPTER SIX: WORK FRIEND ACCIDENTALLY BECOMES REAL FRIEND
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LAS VEGAS, SIN City.
The streets bustled with an energetic mix of tourists, gamblers, and entertainment seekers, creating an atmosphere of constant excitement. Las Vegas's reputation for indulgence and extravagance preceded it, creating a thrilling backdrop for adventures in the city of lights. Towering hotels and casinos, adorned with vibrant lights and neon signs illuminate the night sky and the air is filled with the heady scent of anticipation, an intoxicating blend of ambition and desire that permeated every corner of this bustling metropolis.
Clad in a shimmering gold dress, Beatrice, accompanied by Derek and Emily, stepped into the vibrant club. With her matching purse in hand, they seamlessly merged into the pulsating crowd, their destination clear: the bar. The allure of Las Vegas had ignited a desire to fully embrace the night ahead.
As they entered Drai's Nightclub, the music enveloped Beatrice, infusing her with its infectious rhythm. Her feet instinctively began to move, syncing with the energetic beat. Amidst the exhilaration, Emily's laughter rang out, barely audible over the music. "I can't believe you invited us to go clubbing!" she shouted.
"Why not?" Bea replied, her voice filled with excitement, as she ordered three glasses of old fashioned. "You never thought I'd be into clubbing?" She grinned, gesturing for them to enjoy their drinks. "Tonight, it's on me. Order whatever you like."
Morgan raised his glass, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. "You never cease to surprise me, Bee."
After a team dinner organized by Rossi and Hotchner, everyone was engrossed in lively conversations and laughter. In this relaxed atmosphere, Beatrice discovered a different side of her colleagues. She found herself laughing at Derek's amusing impressions and enjoying Rossi's tales from his extensive career. It surprised her to see Hotchner joining in the laughter and engaging in conversations. Beatrice admired the seamless camaraderie among the team members, observing how effortlessly they balanced work and play. Excitedly, she announced her plans to go to a nightclub and invited everyone to join her, but only Emily and Derek accepted the invitation as the others preferred to rest, especially JJ.
"I'll be right back, folks. See you back here or. . . in the hotel. Text me!" She winked. Sliding her glass back to the bartender, the blonde analyst raised her hands in the air, her body moving like an uncoiling rope, and eyes on fire. She moved in her dress like her hips were made to sway, the sequins catching the disco ball light that twirls above—launching every shade of the rainbow into the dancefloor.
She gazed across the dark tiles and, with a sudden burst of courage that she hadn't known she'd possessed, as the thrumming rhythm of loud club music whispered into her ears, she began to dance. The neon lights cast colorful shadows across the room, creating an atmosphere of excitement and possibility.
