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While large crowds weren’t always her thing, Sasha had a very ebullient personality. She’d play the part just like she had done for the past fourteen years. And despite everything going on, with Cesare’s death then Natalya popping up outta nowhere, Sasha wanted to at least focus on something else for a night. So one too many drinks in and she was trying to fit into the theme way too much—dancing with her two left feet while eyes fell upon her with furrowed brows. “I totally, totally go this.” She let out with her thick Russian accent and a laugh to follow. “Like a Daisy Buchanan doppelganger, don’t you think?” Of course, she was only teasing, but with the liquid courage coursing through her veins, she couldn’t help herself. “Or do you think that’s just the alcohol talking and I look like a complete and total freak right now?”

#absinthe:start #idk what this is bUT HERE WE ARE #feel free to assume connections if we haven't plotted yet <3

— natalya marakovna.

Natalya swayed through the crowd greeting all of the partygoers. She smiled and nodded, greeted and conversed with members. It was all so much but an excellent way to meet important people who knew Cesar. She knew this was a necessary evil in order to find more information surrounding his death. Natalya knew this was no common cause of death, this was murder and she was determined to find the killer.

The crowd was large and jubilant, everyone who was anyone was there it seemed. Natalya was taken back to when she was a young girl attending the gala’s in Serbia the beautiful colours, the banners, the songs, and the piroshkis, oh how she missed piroshkis. This party was nothing like the ones back home and she hated it but all she could do was smile, all she could do was agree.

Natalya lost in thought almost didn’t notice the person standing next to her “Oh hello, wonderful party don’t you think” she said in the same perky way she was taught by the Bratva. She gave them a big smile that was painful for her but she faked it excellently. “They really went all out!” she proclaimed.

When Sasha first laid eyes on Natalya out here in America, she thought she was dreaming. It had been years since the two had seen one another, but she couldn’t forget that beautiful blonde hair and piercing eyes. They shared some of the same DNA after all. But why she was here? Well that remained a mystery to Sasha. Because of such, the Russian kept her lips shut on the matter. She didn’t dare bring it up knowing good and well that there had to be a reason behind it all.

However, she’d be lying if she had said it wasn’t eating away at her. Why had her father or mother not said anything? And why now were the two acting like complete strangers? Sure, they didn’t know one another well, given that the majority of Sasha’s adult life was spent under the care of Cesare Bonventre, but family was family... right?

Now standing next to her though, it felt like a million bugs were crawling along her skin. When her voice hit the air, and she noticed the lack of the accent, Sasha took a deep breath in and tried her best to remain composed. “Y-yeah, no, they um, the Bonventre certainly know how to throw a party. If you’re not from here, you’ll soon come to realize this. Everything about them is... extravagant.”

#conversation: natalya.#iM SO EXCITEDO MG

— lucca bonventre.

He had been eyeing the bar since before he even walked in. Lucca wasn’t secretive about how much he drank. Why should he be? He wasn’t a stranger to overindulging. When an idea popped into his head, almost like a lightbulb, he turned next to him. “Do you think the fire alarm would go off if I start smoking in here? Even if it does, maybe I could throw my shoe at it?” He smirked. “I would share but you know, I just don’t want to.” He took a swig of his drink, and while it was the first one he had here, it wasn’t the first he had all day. If he knew the term pre-gaming, that’s exactly what he always did. There was no way in hell he’d ever be able to sit through these events sober.

“Throw your shoe at it?” Was a quick response as Lucca began talking to her. It wasn’t her intention to stop, as she was on her way to the balcony for air, but once the man turned his way, she put a halt in her tracks. “What kind of trouble are you getting into, Lucca? Hmm?” She teased with a small shake of her head. “Don’t worry, you don’t gotta share with me. Just give me a heads up so I can slip outta my heels incase I gotta run before the sprinklers try to put out the non-existent fire.” Truthfully, she would’ve been fine if the party came to a pause here too. Crowds weren’t her thing, but she always stood by whatever the Bonventre family did. “Are you not enjoying yourself or something?”