dontthinkabout | Arturo y Ariadna ir a un baile (For circularmaze )

Truth be told, Ariadne really liked the dress he'd picked out for her. It was black and form fitting. She could see Arthur's sense of style in it, but it was definitely something she would wear. Though Ariadne most certainly could pick out her clothes, no matter if it was for a potential job or not.

She followed him along silently. There wasn't much to say and there was a lot hanging over them. Mainly the fact that he was leaving at the end of this. And it wasn't like they had much time in Argentina.

But the hotel was lovely, the opera house was gorgeous (the architect in her was memorizing dimensions and figures in her head), and it was a beautiful night. Her quietness wasn't just because of the impending departure, but there wasn't much for her to do. Ariadne was fluent in English and French, and while she tried to learn the national language of Argentina, a ten hour flight would not suffice.

She took the glass of wine and chewed on the inside of her lip. "Okay, now what?" Ariadne whispered to him across the table.

ooc: oh, there are links. Pardon the blonde moment!

Edited 2010-11-03 05:10 (UTC)

He nodded towards a bodyguard dressed in a black suit wearing an ear piece. He walked up to Sosa and whispered something in his ear. Nodding towards Arthur's direction, Sosa met Arthur gaze and he raised his glass slightly. Arthur raised his as well. Sosa whispered something in the bodyguard's ear and then went back to his group. Walking around the edge, the bodyguard came up to Arthur and Ariadne. "Él se encontrará con usted en la cabina balcón más cerca del escenario en el lado izquierdo de la sala de conciertos en quince minutos."

"Yo estaré allí," Arthur said in a perfect Spanish accent and nodded. The bodyguard walked away. He took a sip from his glass and looked at Ariadne. "I'm going to meet Sosa in fifteen minutes at the concert hall. I can trust you not to be swept off your feet by an Argentinian while I'm gone," he smirked at her.

Ariadne watched, an eyebrow raised. She was impressed to say the least. While she only caught about ten percent of that - mostly her knowledge on prominent and numbers, it was hot. Well Arthur speaking in another language. She smirked to herself.

Leaning on the table, Ariadne smiled. "Well as long as he isn't Chilean you're safe. Wait, no - it was Peruvian. I can't keep track of all these Latin men." She said, brows raised in jest.

He narrowed his eyes at her slightly and downed the rest of his champagne. "It was definitely Peruvian."

A waiter came up to the couple, then, with a platter of hors d'œuvres. "Le apetece puntillitas?"

"No, gracias. Tal vez la mujer le gustaría un poco," Arthur answered and then he turned to Ariadne. "He's asking if you'd like some puntillitas." He motioned to the platter. "It's battered and fried tiny squid." Arthur wasn't really into seafood.

Her foot nudged him slightly under the table. "Don't worry, Arthur. You're the only man I want to be with." She smiled over at him a little wider than usual. He had that affect on her as of late.

When Arthur explained what it was, she made a face. Then she shook her head emphatically. "No... ugh... gracias." Ariadne said looking back at Arthur. "Though with you gone, I'll be forced to butcher the Spanish language on my own."

Edited 2010-11-03 07:38 (UTC)

The waiter gave Ariadne a short smile and walked away. Arthur almost laughed at her poor attempt at Spanish, instead he simply smiled. "If it helps, all you have to say is 'yo no hablo español.'"

Arthur scanned the ball like he did when he first entered the room. The only change was the increased amount of attendees. When he looked over at Sosa's corner, he was gone. Arthur stood up from his chair and looked at Ariadne. "I'll be back." And then he left for a side door that he saw in the floor plans of the opera house. It would lead directly to the orchestra seats, which meant he'd have some stairs to climb.

She knew that. Ariadne was just trying. It was a poor attempt, but she can always play the cute, tiny American girl card. That usually worked. The fact that she was already bilingual was a fact that didn't need to be known.

Ariadne finished her glass and watched him walk away. To a job. There was a flicker of a thought. Would it always be like this? She shook rose thoughts away. It wouldn't do to dwell on the negative.

About five minutes later, an Argentine man walked up to her and proceeded to ask if she was accompanied by anyone. He was about twenty years older than her and when she tried to respond back that her date had stepped out and that she was thankful for his request to dance, she had apparently complimented him with some innuendo. And then to further her embarrassment, she had to tell him she didn't speak Spanish.

He gave an uproarious laugh and then, in English, insisted she must learn the salsa. With him. At that moment. Ariadne couldn't pass up the challenge. She was soon lead to the dance floor.

The young woman learned that he was widowed, had a son who was her age (who lived in Peru), was Mr. Sosa's accountant, and absolutely loved architecture. He was trying to set her up with his son while simultaneously teaching her the movements. Luckily Ariadne was a fast learner.

He immediately saw Sosa sitting in one of the velvet chairs at the designated balcony. Arthur cleared his throat and the man turned to look at him. Without so much as a greeting, he beckoned Arthur to sit in the empty chair next to him. He obeyed and sat down. Sosa talked fast, wanting to get back to the ball to entertain his rich friends. Arthur listened intently, pen and notebook in hand to write down all the necessary details. Sosa wanted information on several rival oil refinery companies. Five business men. Each of whom lived scattered along the coastline of the east side of South America. Easy enough, Arthur thought, even though everything since the Fischer job was easy.

Sosa offered him one million American dollars. A quarter of which he will be given before the job and the rest after he's successfully completed it. Arthur gladly accepted. Both men stood up and shook hands before going their separate ways to get back to the lobby.

When Arthur finds Ariadne gone from their table, panic rose in him as his eyes quickly scanned the crowd. He found her then, dancing with an older man. He debated on whether he stood cut in and take over or to let them continue dancing, but she seemed to be having fun and so, as a waiter with a tray of champagne walked past him, he took one and sat down.

She couldn't help but laugh with this man, even after she stepped on his toes. His next task was trying to teach her Spanish. She really wasn't learning much though. But she was having a good time.

At the end of one of the songs, the older Argentine man with fast feet and an interesting sense of humor asked if she needed a drink. Ariadne took a second to catch her breath and touched her hair lightly. It was then she noticed Arthur. She told the Argentine this and he grinned. He decided to walk her back to her date.

He greeted Arthur with a smile once Ariadne was by the Point Man's side. "Your girlfriend is a beautiful young woman, quick witted as well. Though her Spanish is atrocious." He laughed again.

Ariadne was about to correct him when she looked over at Arthur and smiled. So maybe they were. At his comment about her Spanish, she flushed. He wouldn't tell her what she said. "I tried." Was her defense.

Arthur greets the man with a quick smile, although the rest of his face was stern in its expression. "Yes, my girlfriend, beautiful as she may be, needs a little more work on the Spanish." He reached for her hand and intertwines their fingers as he laughed as well.

He whistled for the waiter with the champagne and grabbed two from the tray, one for Ariadne, which he handed to her and the other for the man, which he also handed over. "Did he teach you anything new?" Arthur asked politely before he took a sip of his own drink.

It was one thing for the man to use the world girlfriend, another entirely for Arthur to say it. Her eyebrow raised, but she kissed his hand when he took it. A smile replaced the confusion.

Both took their drink and the older Argentine introduced himself as Sosa's accountant, Edwardo Giavero. Though this was all in Spanish. He looked over at Ariadne when Arthur asked.

She puffed out her cheeks and crinkled her nose as she so often did when she was in concentration over something difficult. "El vino dulce... ugh e... y una para- pareja de baile um... buena son ...a... alegrías..." She furrowed her brows, thinking. "...verdaderos de vida."

Arthur only used the word to keep up pretenses. After all, no one was supposed to know about Sosa's request, not even his own accountant. He introduced himself to Edwardo.

"They are definitely real joys," he smiled at her and her attempt at the phrase. He definitely had his work cut out for him and he would teach her more once he had some downtime, whenever that may be.

Arthur downed the rest of his champagne quickly. "If she doesn't object, I'd like to dance with my girlfriend," he looked at her.

Edwardo gracefully bowed out. "It was very nice to meet you both." The older man said as he took his champagne and found someone else he knew.

Ariadne looked up at Arthur. "He attempted to teach me salsa dancing. I'm far better at that than learning Spanish." She said with a bright grin, holding on to his hand still.

Pretense or not, he said the word again. Should she not mention it? Ariadne supposed there was more important things to discuss like the meeting with Sosa. He was still alive and not fleeing the country with her in toe, so she assumed it went well. He also seemed in good spirits as well.

"I'd love to dance though. If the offer is still there." She said, looking back up at him and putting her champagne glass down.

"And you as well," Arthur said politely before Edwardo left to socialize with other attendees.

Arthur looked down at Ariadne. "Salsa, hm?" He led her to the dance floor as a fast-paced song came on. "Although I'm probably not as skilled in the dance as your previous partner, I know enough of the basics to get me by." He twirls around once twice before bringing her back into his arms, stepping to the music.

"I'm not claiming to be any sort of expert. I stepped on his toes a few times." Ariadne said as Arthur lead her on to the dance floor.

After being dipped, Ariadne put her arm around him to steer her in closer to him. She attempted to keep time, going over the beats and counts in her head. With a small smile she looked up.

She spoke in a hushed tone, purposely being vague, "Everything alright then?"

"I'm sure there'll be no damage if you step on my toes," Arthur said.

He spin her around again and brought her back into his arm before answering her question. "I'll elaborate more once we're back in our hotel suite, but yes. Everything is alright."

She continued to be led by him and smiled at his comment. She was still keeping time in her head as to not step on his feet - regardless of what he said. Ariadne did knock into him once though. She wasn't perfect, but she was always up for learning something new.

After the next dip, she straightened herself and looked up at him. "I figured as much. That's all I wanted to know." She blinked and looked around. "How much longer do we have to stay here?"

She nearly knocked the wind out of him when she bumped into his side, but he quickly recovered and continued dancing. "We can leave right now, if you'd like." He wasn't one for parties of this manner, but Ariadne seemed to be having fun.

She smiled sheepishly and apologized when she bumped into him. "I'd rather spend the time with you than in some stuffy opera house with lavish Latino men who I don't know. Besides the suspense is killing me. I have no patience." Ariadne said, smirking wickedly.

She at least waited until the end of the song. While she was having fun, it was because she chose to. It was better than moping in a corner and being bored. As she walked off the floor she grabbed one more glass of champagne. She was already smiling a bit from the two she had. But what the hell? It was a good night.

He laughed at her comment and when the song finally ended he shook his head with a smile on his face as she took another glass of champagne. Arthur declined though, he never had more than three drinks while on the job.

He waited while she finished her champagne when something caught his eye. A man come out of the side door of the lobby and looked around. When his eyes landed on Arthur, he spoke into a small walkie-talkie and got something out of his coat as he briskly made his way over to the couple. Before the man could get to them, Arthur grabbed Ariadne's arm and started running in the direction of the exit.

She was having a splendid evening. She took her time with the champagne, until Arthur grabbed her and started running. This wasn't good. Ariadne was buzzed and running with heels on. They weren't that tall, but she knew she'd slow the two of them down if she continued to wear them.

"Shit, shit, shit." She said as sh whipped her shoes off as they made it outside. "I liked those shoes."

Despite the situation Ariadne let out a small laugh as she picked up speed. The couple dashed around the building. Ariadne simply followed. It was then she heard them firing their weapons. Running around the corner, Ariadne felt it graze her shoulder. She groaned and clutched her right shoulder, letting go of Arthur's hand.

A shot rang out from within the lobby and people dropped to the floor, frightened and confused. When they made it outside, the man followed closely behind. But soon he was joined by two other guys, each with a gun in their hand. As they turned the corner of the building, more shots were fired. Arthur ducked, but when he heard a groan from Ariadne, he immediately turned around. He was scared she might have been shot. "What happened?" Arthur stopped against the building. They needed to move, but she was injured.

Removing Ariadne's hand from her shoulder, he could see the blood, even in the dim light coming from the moon. It didn't seem like she was hit though. The bullet must have just grazed her. "Come on. We have to keep moving," he said urgently. He took her left hand and ran along the along the side. He needed to get to the street around the back of the opera house to hail a cab.

She hadn't meant to stop. It was just sort of the gut reaction to having something graze her. Ariadne followed though. "I'm fine." She said, though fine was not the most adequate word.

She could feel the blood running down her arm. But as long as she didn't move her right arm, she was okay. She had had three glasses of champagne. Though she was most certainly not laughing now.

She heard the men behind them still, in hot persuit. They had weapons whereas they didn't. Ariadne heard another round go off, ricocheting off the wall behind them. "Arthur, we need a better plan than running." There was panic in her voice. She was already running barefoot and wounded.

She may have thought they had no weapons, but Arthur always had a gun on him at all times. It was strapped to his ankle, but he didn't have the times to stop and take it out. And he knew she wasn't fine. The blood running down her arm definitely indicated that she wasn't fine. But he'd rather her lose a small amount of blood than her life.

There was a gunshot behind them. Arthur ducked again and then turned to see if Ariadne was okay. "I've got a plan, don't worry." The busy street was up ahead. Only a few more feet.

He stopped when they came to the edge of the sidewalk. Arthur got into the first cab he saw. The light was red. The cab driver whirled his head around as Arthur got in practically tearing her arm off as he pulled her in as well. "Yo te lo pagaré tres veces más si usted salir de aquí rápido," Arthur immediately said. That was good enough for the driver. The men were only a few feet from them when the light turned green. The cab driver sped off, weaving between traffic. Arthur turned around and watched through the rear window. A black SUV pulled up to the men and the three of them got in. "Más rápido! Pierde el SUV negro!" The driver nodded at Arthur's command.

Arthur finally turned to Ariadne. "Let me see." He took her arm gently. Blood was still running down her arm. He took the handkerchief out of his breast pocket and wrapped it around her wound. "Sorry, that'll have to do before we can get real help." He didn't know where they were going though. They were speeding away from the gunmen. That was good. But up until this point, he had no more plan.

Ariadne was at least glad there was a plan. She couldn't think, being drunk and bleeding. This wasn't like the dream world. She couldn't make something appear.

She hollered some when he tugged her in by her bad arm. Ariadne just sort of sat therethrough the haze of Spanish. She let him bandage her shoulder. She could see the gash, but at least there wasn't a bullet. "I'm fine." She repeated.

There was something about and SUV though. Ariadne rested her head on his shoulder. "What happened? I thought you said it went well. I take it we can't go back to the hotel." She said trying to concentrate on anything but the bleeding.

Christ, he even had her blood on his hands.

Just then the black SUV rammed into the back of the taxi, the driver now speaking in rushed Spanish. He threatened to kick them out. Ariadne wasn't processing any of this.

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