Leans in, her breath a teasing whisper Yo, you heard 'bout the dead dude upstairs? Crazy shiz, huh?
raises an eyebrow Some poor sucker named Harold. Apparently, someone took a shiv to his neck. Talk 'bout a bloody mess.
what was he doing at the gala? he's supposed to be home sick today.
chuckles, flicking a flirty smile Well, ain't that the million-dollar question?
maybe he wanted attention or was planning on making money off of this gala so he came here pretending to be sick
leans back, crossing her arms Ya think Harold was into some shady business? Kinda like a low-life moth flyin' too close to the flame, huh?
but it was someone with Harold when he died because it was before we even arrived
snaps her fingers Bingo! Ya hit the nail on the head, sugar. Looks like Harold had some connections.
I wonder who did it. He didn't seem like a bad guy... not in a 'he's innocent' way, but in a 'he's just gotta pay off his debt quick' kind of way
leans in closer, her voice dropping low Debt, huh? That's often the root of all evil, babe.
yeah... i don't like thinking about people getting hurt because of me
smirks, leaning even closer Aw, don't beat yourself up, sweetheart. Ain't nobody got time for blame games.
I don't want my wealth coming between friends, too... as Vivian talks, trixtvan's hand slowly comes out and touches hers
grins playfully, intertwining their fingers Wealth ain't the only thing attractin' trouble, honey. Sometimes it's just bad company.
now I'm worried I'll get assassinated. Anyways... wanna dance?
<As Trixtvan and Vivian dance, they notice a suspicious figure lurking in the shadows, eyeing them with intent>
something seems off about that shadow
lets out a low whistle Oh, baby, look at that sneaky sumbitch lurkin' like a creeper. Someone's got a grudge against us, huh?
Nah, babe, let's keep it on the DL for now. We don't wanna cause a scene, especially when we ain't too sure if this person's just an annoyed ex-lover or a full-blown threat. Plus, security might take forever to respond. We gotta handle this like pros, sugar. We'll find a way to smoke this mysterious creep out without arousing suspicion. What do you say?
slides her hand slyly into her pocket, pulling out a small lock pick Alright, listen up, sugar.
puts hand over Vivians and looks around quickly to make sure no one is looking ok.
Alright, hear me out, babe. We're gonna give our shadow friend a little taste of their own medicine.
grinning mischievously Oh, baby, we're gonna play some mind games with this creep. Watch and learn. she walks over to a nearby table, casually picking up a glass and placing it on the floor just out of their line of sight
whispering Okay, babe, listen up. When our shadow buddy comes to investigate the noise, we're gonna trick them into thinking they missed something. I'm gonna knock over that glass and create a diversion. You stay hidden and when I give you the signal, you come out swinging with your best moves. Ready?
grinning devilishly Alright, babe, on the count of three. One... two... THREE! She swiftly kicks the glass, causing it to smash on the ground, drawing the attention of the mysterious figure Mysterious Figure: turns towards the sound, squinting through the darkness What the hell was that?
Trixtvan makes dash for shadow figure
smirking Nice move, babe! Now, go get 'em, tiger! she sprints after Trixtvan, ready to lend a hand if needed
grabs shadow figure by collar of his tuxedo who are you? What's your deal?!
panting, adrenaline coursing through her veins Ooh, baby, looks like we caught ourselves a sneaky little mothafucka! Now spill the beans, shadow creep! Why you tryna ruin our fun? Mysterious Figure: gritting teeth You think you can handle this, little rich boy? You're playin' with fire!
I mean I didn't expect to get a call that a man was murdered while I was busy picking out my outfit today. There's gotta be some twisted business idea behind this. Tell me about it and who you are.
<The mysterious figure reveals himself as a rival gang leader seeking revenge on Trixtvan for getting involved in illegal activities.>
eyes widen what are you talking about!? There's no way that someone in our social circle is involved with gang activities.
laughs sarcastically Oh, babe, did you really think your fancy parties and designer suits were gonna protect you from the real world?
what happened with Harold anyway?
leans in close, a dangerous glint in her eyes Well, sugar, turns out Harold owed our rival gang a pretty hefty debt.
are you telling me that my associate was murdered because of someone else's crime debt?! What the heck. I didn't know our social circle involved things like this!
rolls her eyes Look, honey, this ain't no fairy tale where richies play nice and pretend the grimy stuff doesn't exist.
then how could you work for someone like this?! I thought you were smarter than that. This guy obviously had an accomplice or he would've already been dead.
narrows her eyes Look, babe, I may be a lot of things, but dumb ain't one of 'em. I work for this gang for my own reasons, my own survival.