Hello! Excited that your asks are open again, I love your writing! 😊😋 I was hoping to request a scenario with either Bruno or Giorno (I don't mind which, can't decide!) and how they would be at a dance club with their female s/o. Thanks if you do!! 😊
Hi dear!! :3 Hhhhh, thank youuu, you’re too kind :,) Sure thing!! I decided to go with Bruno, I missed writing for best zipper man 💖 Here we go! I hope you’ll like it :3
Dancing night with Bruno Bucciarati
(Under the cut for length!)
You smiled, putting your most beautiful lipstick on, checking again if everything was on place. Hair: all done. Dress: already on and you were sure Bruno would have appreciated it; you just missed your pursue. You got up, taking it, and finally joining Bruno in the living room, where he was waiting for you. He smiled with affection, seeing you approach, and you couldn’t miss how his gaze lingered on you, full of sincere appreciation.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” he said, kissing your cheek, as you, as usual, gently smoothed the collar of his jacket. A smile bent your lips, as a light blush dusted your cheeks: even after so much time together, you still blushed at his compliments…
“I’m just sorry it’s for work and not for fun… but in any case, thank you, darling. Without you this night would have been endless.” he said, sincere, kissing your forehead. You smiled again, winking at him when he lowered his gentle gaze on you again.
“It’s for work, yes, but if we’re together, even work will be fun.” you replied, holding his hand and following him to the car. Bruno just sighed, content, feeling once more lucky for having you at his side. So gentle and patient and even positive… he couldn’t ask for more.
The car travel was faster than what you expected. After not even twenty minutes, you were arrived at the club Bruno had to be, the Gazebo. As Caporegime, he had to regularly check the clubs and various restaurants, hotels and such, to verify it was all going well. That night, it was the turn of the Gazebo and, since you were free, you offered to go with him and keep him company. To say he had been enthusiast about it would be an understatement; he hated those nights, he was always bored as hell, but, with you at his side, it would have been another story.
You entered the club, discreetly looking around. Being it an exclusive club, just few people could enter in, and you were glad: in this way, it all would have been more enjoyable. You held tighter Bruno’s arm, as he replied to the customers’ greetings with polite nods of his head, gently leading you to a private table near the bar, the most exclusive one, as it was the first to be served and nearer to the dance floor, in an ideal position. You smiled at him, as he gently helped you to sit, and you smiled even more when he slid near you, safely embracing your waist with an arm. Soon, the patron of the club, a certain signor Milazzo, trotted to your table, slightly bowing more and more times at Bruno, rubbing his hands in a visibly nervous way. It didn’t happen every day to receive a visit from a Caporegime… and Bruno’s visits were all totally random, so no one had time to prepare for it.
“Signor Bucciarati, what a pleasure! And signorina…?” you graciously smiled, leaning on Bruno’s shoulder.
“Y/S.” you simply replied, and the man finally finished the sentence. Bruno’s grip tightened a little around your waist, but the gentle rub of his hand on your hip said you that it was all going as it should. He was serene and calm.
“Would you like a drink, signor Bucciarati, signorina Y/S?” he asked, while his eyes were bouncing between you and Bruno. Bruno’s eyes locked with yours for a moment and, when you nodded, he nodded too. Milazzo smiled again, almost relieved, knowing that the first part of the examination was about to end.
“Perfect! Un drink della casa, yes?- at Bruno’s nod, the man smiled again, more and more relieved. -You’ll be served immediately. Signor Bucciarati, I hope you’ll have a good night here, as you, signorina Y/S.” the man slightly bowed again, before storming behind the bar, surely to bark orders to his barmen and bring you your drinks in record time. You huffed a small chuckle, leaning better on Bruno’s shoulder, enjoying his slender fingers which were toying with the few strands you had let down on your shoulders.
“Poor man, he seemed really terrified…” you murmured, making Bruno softly chuckle. He lifted his gaze, meeting for an instant Milazzo’s eyes, and the man immediately turned his head, a visible sweat on his face. You playfully smacked your boyfriend’s chest, earning another small chuckle.
“Bruno, c’mon, he’s already nervous…!” Bruno shook his head, holding you tighter, admiring, for a long instant, how the colored lights played so gracefully on your face. God, you were even more beautiful than usual…
“But, amore, I’m working. He knows he must not sell drugs, here, and he has the responsibility to check every customer to be sure they’re not a drug seller. He knows that, if he messes up, there are high chances that the Don would be… displeased. And no one wants to displease Giorno.” he simply said, shrugging. You nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with him: no one wanted to displease Giorno, indeed. Well… you had accepted your boyfriend in all his various roles, and so also as Caporegime and, in fact, a criminal. This is what he did to live, this is the only road he could take when society turned its back to him; and you were not going to leave him because of this.
“So… what is the plan now?” You asked, sincerely curious. Bruno smiled at you, waiting for the waiter who brought your drinks to be far enough, before speaking.
“We’re going to try the services. Bar service and dance floor; I’ll have to check the club’s accounts and then we’ll be free to just have fun.” he said, kissing your cheek, as you were already eager for the fun part. It was so near…!
You went with him to Milazzo’s office, to check the various accounting tables -and, to Milazzo’s utter relief, you both found that it was all fine-, so now it was time to check the club’s services, such as the dance floor.
“You know, honey, I like this part of your work!” you said, laughing, spinning in his arms, as he held you close, burying his face in the crock of your neck. Your back was glued to his chest, his arms closely wrapped around your middle for few seconds, before he loosened the grip, moving in front of you with few graceful steps, moving at the lively rhythm of the music the DJ was blasting from his location. You laughed again, follow the rhythm, happily glued again to Bruno’s form, slightly pushed towards him by all the other dancing people. Not that you complained about it…
“Then we could come here more often, what do you think?” he proposed, smiling at you, moving around you, elegant and fluid. You couldn’t restrain another happy chuckle, thinking about it. It was such a nice club, and with Bruno… well, with Bruno it was all even more beautiful.
