@brokenreality-x sent " you can scream all you want. no one will hear you. "
The bright smile slowly faded from the blonde's features when she felt the cool metal touch right between her shoulder blades. "Don't make a scene. My friend is waitin' for ya in one of the back rooms." The male nudged her with the barrel of his gun, causing her to comply, making her way through the crowded party hall with a rather stoic face. Unluckily for her, the shawl she was wearing was enough to conceal the male's gun, so for any wandering eyes, it simply looked as if he was guiding her along. As the two passed one of her friends, she wanted desperately to reach out for him, but to avoid any harm to herself or the other partygoers, she simply offered a smile and nodded in acknowledgment.
She remained quiet as they turned to one of the side halls, and now out of public view, the male shoved her a bit more aggressively. She stumbled a moment, only to catch herself before looking back with a glare. "Watch it!" He didn't reply, simply pointing his gun towards one of the doors further down the hall. "Keep walkin', doll."
They had almost reached the end of the hall when the man made a clicking noise and nodded to a door on the left. "Right through here, Miss Evans." He punched in the correct code, and the door opened for the two of them. The male pushed her forward, but remained just outside. "I'll be here if ya need me, boss." Harper looked at her former escort with a grimace before looking ahead, finding a male standing in front of a window, gazing out into the deep sea.
She nearly scoffed at his statement, crossing her arms as she neared the sofa in the middle of the room. He was right, with the music and the chatter of the party, no one would hear a thing. "True. But you know, I do have people expecting me. I'm supposed to entertain in an hour or so." The blonde reached into her purse, retrieving her cigarettes and lighter, trying her best to calm her nerves, but her shaking fingers gave her away almost immediately. "What is all of this about?" She placed the cigarette between her lips and attempted to strike the lighter, but her hands were a shaking mess. She cleared her throat, trying to hide any trace of fear. "Was the gun really necessary?"
