#secrets || writing

[castillomonica-blog]

♢ @navaretteluna ♢

     At least there were some familiar faces at this godforsaken party. While she knew better than to expect the night to end on a positive note, she wanted to enjoy it while she could. That was why she was so happy to see Mia. Crossing the room, swerving through the crowd, she gently touched the other woman’s arm, trying not to startle her too badly. “Sorry, I’m stealing her for a minute,” she told the man that her friend was talking to, hoping that it wasn’t the man she’d talked about at the café earlier in the week.

     “You look gorgeous as always, Mia. I couldn’t think of a dress that suited you better,” she complimented as they walked off, Monica’s eyes doing a once-over of Mia’s outfit. “All this to impress el guapo extraño?” She teased her friend lightly, looking through the crowd. “Please tell me I didn’t just pull you away from him. That’d make me feel guilty.”

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♢ open ♢

     She’d decided that this party wasn’t worth the stress it was causing her. Monica knew that there were plenty of people who were equally as stressed as she was, but everyone - including Monica herself - were keeping that stress from their features. 

     Monica had lots to do at this party, from mingling with the other Cartel members (mostly to just show her face as a guest of el capo’s), keep away from Luca D’Amore while dancing around other Italians to try to find out more information, and, most importantly and least stressful to Monica, hopefully spend some alone time with Taika.

     She knew what she’d signed up for when she agreed to be an undercover informant for el capo - she knew that her job, which was, effectively, her life, would be a lot of strings tugging in different directions. Nonetheless, she wanted to enjoy the party, wanted to push aside the feeling of being torn in every which way, and wanted to take advantage of that open bar before it was too late.

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♢ @navaretteluna ♢

     She had always loved this little place. El Placer was as strange a combination of any place she’d ever seen, but there was something endearing about it. None of it would’ve worked if it hadn’t been Santiago who put it together, but, lucky for them, it did - and it worked well. Plus, they had some of the best coffee in the city. She spent much of her free time there - when not meeting with El Capo or going back to spending time with the Italians, Monica could easily be found at El Placer, which was beginning to feel just as much like a home as her own apartment did.

     Her eyes lit up when she saw the younger Navarette enter her brother’s establishment. She hadn’t seen Santiago around recently, so she figured it would be no harm to spend time with her, without distracting her from whatever she was there for for too long. “Mia...!” she called, giving the other woman a smile. She nodded to the seat beside her, taking a sip of her coffee. “Come, sit, catch me up on what I’ve been missing in your life.”

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♢ @lucavdamore ♢

      Running late. Meetings with Anthony running over time, then some dumb subway delay that was entirely unpredictable, then having to run to get to the club. When she arrived, she was almost out of breath and definitely not changed yet. That was how she ended up faced with an unhappy Luca D’Amore. She was tired of this guy already. “I’m sorry, Mr. D’Amore - subway issues. I know that’s no excuse, but that’s the truth. It won’t happen again.”

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👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

♢ honesty hour ♢

      “I don’t like snakes. The animals - not the people. I don’t really give a fuck if a person’s a snake if they’re not biting me. I don’t like… the animals, snakes. They creep me out, and I don’t understand why people keep them as pets.”

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what keeps you going when the pressure becomes too much?

♢ honesty hour ♢

      She laughs at the question, and at her own response preemptively. “Liquor.” Shaking her head, she leaned forward slightly. “And knowing that I’m doing something to make the Capo proud - that’s a big motivator.”

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♢ @averycrxss ♢

     She could tell that there were eyes on her - she’d gotten good at that over the years. From being a bartender to now, with her work as an escort, she just knew at the feeling alone. So, turning around, she caught the gaze of a younger woman. Giving her a smile, she thought she ought to let her know that she knew that she was being watched. “That’s a really beautiful dress,” she complimented, moving a few steps closer to her. “Where’d you get it?”