It has been an hour since Drew and the bartender disappeared. Despite keeping an eye peeled you’ve yet to see either of them return. Someone else has taken running over the bar, but when you tried to speak to them they seemed disgruntled, muttering a curse under their breath about someone called Markus.
Fingers tap roughly against your shoulder. At once you tense - they’re too large to be Carmen’s. You look over your shoulder to peek into a pair of soft brown eyes on a heavily tanned face.
“I’ve not seen you around before,” the man says, “what’s your name?”
Is this the end? You steal a glance toward the fire escape, just in case, before giving him your name.
“I’m Luciano,” the man replies. He’s short, surely no taller than 5ft 3, but his voice melts on your ears like honey. His Gaultier suit at once captures your eye. He signals something to the bartender then looks back to you. “Why don’t you come join me for a drink in the VVIP lounge?”
“I’m waiting for a friend.”
“Please, I insist.” The bartender hands Luciano a bottle of wine. He doesn’t hand over any cash, just flashes them a smile and then looks to you. “Come.”
It briefly crosses your mind that you should stick around for Carmen to get back from the restroom; be a good friend. But Luciano’s nodding toward a little door off to the side of the dance floor, somehow positioned in a way that the flashing neon lights fail to reach it. If you didn’t know what you were looking for it would be so easy to miss.
This is meant to be your night, isn’t it?
Betraying Carmen, you blindly follow him through that door.
A fibre optic lamp sits in the centre of a dark room, casting a rainbow of colour over the surroundings. A white room is sparsely decorated with black leather furnishings and zebra print canvases hang on three out of four walls. There are no other patrons in the lounge.
“Close the door,” Luciano says.
You’ve barely locked it before Luciano is pulling you across the floor, pushing you down on the sofa and straddling your lap. Every essence of class is gone in an instant as he squeezes his fist tight around your tie and pulls, hard. You splutter for air.
His forehead is pressed against yours, his once kind eyes turned dark in the shadows of the room. The multicoloured lights flicker behind his silhouette.
“You’re not meant to be here,” Luciano says, “you’re not on the list.”
“You just dragged me in here.”
“No, the club. There was a list. How the hell did you get in?”
“Some girl,” you say, “uh, Carmen.”
“Carmen?”
You nod to confirm, then a moment later he’s leaning back and pulling his phone from his pocket. He presses it to his ear and mutters something incomprehensible - you assume it’s Italian. You let your head loll back against the sofa. When’s he going to get off of you?
“You want me to kill him?”
You shudder at those words. They were most definitely English. You glance around, and then it catches your eye: the way the lights reflect off something peeking out of Luciano’s belt. Your eyes flicker to his face and he meets yours.
You pluck the phone from his hand, hang up the call and toss it aside.
“Hey, what’re yo-“
It takes moments to manoeuvre yourself, getting up off the sofa and pinning his wrists to the floor. A flash of fear passes over his face, but there’s something else - something more there. You don’t have the time to think it over. You distract him fast with a kiss as your hand drops to his belt, seeking something.
By the time he’s realised what you’re doing it’s too late. His hands scramble to stop you, but it takes you only moments to unhook the gun, bring it to his chest, and pull the trigger. Blood wells from the wound and you’re bouncing to your feet as if an electric current just passed through your body.
The gun drops from your hand, sliding across the floor and out of sight. You don’t catch sight where it went.
“Oh ****.”
Luciano is bleeding out, staining the once white carpet red.
Your head pounds and your vision hazes. You didn’t just- you couldn’t have killed a man. Could you?
You flee the room, stealing the key from the lock and sealing it from the other side. If no one knows, it’ll be okay, right? You can’t let one little accident ruin what is destined to be the greatest night of your life.
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Tom aka.
Luciano the VVIP should have been more subtle.
Role PM said:
Luciano the VVIP (Framer)
You’ve gone through hell and back to get to where you are today. People think you’re an angel, not knowing that you’re anything but. You’ve been assigned a seat in the VVIP section of an already exclusive VIP club. You’ve your eye on the dance floor and you’ve spied your target.
Once per night you can pick a guest to join you in the backroom. If they get caught knocking boots with you then they’ll return red-aligned to an inspection. Meanwhile, opting to have a drink with one of your teammates will have them return town-aligned to inspections.
You have 23 hours to submit any night actions (including mini games). Please clearly title your PMs.
Night 1 ends:
- NA: Wednesday 8th July - 3PM PDT / 5PM CDT / 6PM EDT.
- UK: Wednesday 8th July - 11PM BST
- AUS: Thursday 9th July - 8AM AEST
The Day 2 post will come one hour after this time.