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Arturo y Ariadna ir a un baile (For circularmaze )

Arthur entered the Teatro Colón with Ariadne on his arm. He spotted the man he had to speak with in the corner with his wife, happily drinking from a half-empty wine glass and chatting with other attendees. The charity ball was held in the lobby of the opera house, decorated in the colors of the Argentinian flag. A waiter with a tray of flute glasses filled with champagne walked pass them. Arthur stopped the waiter and grabbed two glasses, one for him and one for her.

The flight from Paris to Buenos Aires lasted about ten hours. Arthur spent most of his time on the plane going over the file he had on Santiago Sosa, the man who contacted him about a possible job. It mostly consisted of a small biography. He owned the Club Atlético Boca Juniors, Argentina's professional football team as well as an oil refining company, the biggest in the nation, in fact.

Arthur took a sip of his drink as he guided Ariadne to a small table off to the side, away from the dance floor situated in the middle of the huge lobby.

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"I won't let anything like that ever happen to you again." It wasn't exactly a promise because he knew that any promises made by him were empty. He couldn't predict the future and especially in his profession, his life was in more danger than most.

After she kissed the corner of his mouth, he took her chin gently with his thumb and index finger and tilted her head so that his lips met hers in a soft kiss. He bent his head back and said, "Get some sleep, okay? I'll arrange for a private jet to take us back to Paris in the morning. And don't worry about your things. I'll get the hotel to ship them over."

Kissing him back softly, Ariadne made herself comfortable next to him. She let out a deep breath she hadn't known she was holding. Her shoulders slumped, relaxing. She straightened her neck and yawned softly. "And then you leave?" She asked.

She had to. Ariadne needed to know how they were leaving things.

He let out a slow breath. "Yes." He knew he should tell Sosa he can't do the job because of Bautista's men, but he already said yes and he knew it was a job he could do. Considering he will have to extract information from five different men, he's going to be in South America for a few weeks, infiltrating their businesses.

"What is he having you do?" She asked.

She wasn't going to tell him it wasn't safe. Clearly he knew that. That pit in her stomach reformed though. Ariadne would be constantly worried for him. And Paris wouldn't be the same without him. Not with the memories of the two of them.

"I have to extract information from five rival business men who live along the eastern coast of South America." He's hired as a Point man, but he also makes a good extractor having learnt from Mal and then Dom. "It will take a few weeks. But after that I'll go straight to Paris."

"So you're going to be here for weeks?" Ariadne tried to hide the disappointment. She didn't mean here as in Vivienne's house specifically. But that thought really made her stomach churn.

Great. Weeks in the same country with Ms. Perfect who was clearly all up on 'Artie'.

"I'll miss you." She finally said with a soft sigh. "We'll have to plan something big for when you come back. Maybe a night picnic in Montmarte."

She had to think about that, because any other thoughts either hurt too much or would drive her to definite insanity. Besides having something to look forward to may make the time pass quicker. Maybe.

"Yes," he answered impassively. "In Argentina." He kissed the side of her face, letting his lips linger over her skin. "Montmartre sounds good." Arthur wasn't going to say that he'll try to get back as soon as he can. Each job took however long it takes and he wasn't going to jeopardize his career by doing each job as quickly as possible. There was an element of time, of course, but it was more about precision.

Ariadne knew all of that. And she wouldn't ask him to rush the job no more than she'd ask him not to take it. After all she'd rather the job done right and have Arthur come back to Paris in one piece. It was safer that way.

She nodded and snuggled in against him. With another yawn, she said, "It'll be nice." She closed her eyes after.

Arthur woke up first in the morning. He was still pressed up against Ariadne, her hair on his face. Sitting up slightly so that he didn't wake her up, he looked over at the alarm clock on the side table. It was nine. He removed his arms from around her and got off the bed slowly. His jacket was crumpled on the floor and he went to get his phone in the pocket.

Arthur shut the bedroom door behind him and dialed a number. When the person on the other end answered, Arthur said he needed a private jet back to Paris as well as the necessary paper work to enter the country. Once he was finished with the call. He went back into the bedroom.

Ariadne knew subconsciously that he had gotten up. There was a sudden void. She shifted slightly and ended up rolling on her right shoulder. She woke up whimpering only to find him returning to the bedroom. She rubbed at her eyes and yawned. "'S okay?" Ariadne asked, half asleep.

His eyes fell onto her nearly naked body. "Mmhm," he answered as he walked over and planted a short kiss to her temple. "We'll be leaving for the airport in about an hour." He picked up the shirt Viv provided for her and handed it over. "I'll see if Viv has a skirt or something...and shoes now that I think about it." Arthur was still thinking about last night and how much he fucked up. He barely got any sleep as he thought the situation over in his head. They would have to make a mad dash to the airport.

Ariadne had completely forgotten about the fact she was shirtless. And her she was half rolling around the bed in her panties - merely stretching to wake up. She blinked a few times as her cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Err-- thanks." She said attempting to put on the old shirt. Audible sounds of pain were heard as she slowly put the shirt on. Afterwards the wounded girls' held her elbow to keep from moving the injured arm.

"Tell'er I said thanks." She mumbled at his retreating form.

"Will do," he said, turning his head slightly. Vivienne was in the kitchen, dressed as if she was ready for another riveting day at the office. The coffee maker was humming as she turned around at the island counter.

"Sleep well?" She asked. Arthur nodded. He told her about their flight back to Paris in a couple of hours. Her face fell. She offered to drive them to the airport as well as take care of the stolen taxi in her driveway. Arthur muttered a small, "That will do," and then he asked if she had any pants or a shirt and shoes for Ariadne. She went upstairs to her bedroom and came back a few minutes later with a black pencil skirt and flip-flops somebody bought for her as a gag gift since she would never be caught dead in that type of footwear. Arthur said thanks. "There's coffee here, if you'd like some although I don't really have any food except maybe some day-old croissants." He remembered that she never cooked, at all. When they were dating, they ate at restaurants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Arthur walked back to the bedroom with the skirt and flip-flops.

Ariadne hopped off the bed when Arthur came back. The skirt was way past her knees and the flip flops were pretty big as well. So Ms. Perfect had long legs, so what. The fact that Ariadne looked like an orphaned twelve year old did not help matters much.

She looked up Arthur and sighed. But beggers can't be choosers. And at least it wasn't the blood stained formal dress. Though Ariadne had to hold the skirt. "When will we be in Paris?" She asked sarcastically.

He tried to keep from laughing at her appearance, instead he simply smiled. "We'll land in Paris at nine in the morning. Hopefully our things will be at your place when we get there. Come on. There's coffee in the kitchen." He took her hand and kissed her palm before pulling her along.

Normally Ariadne wasn't caught up in aesthetics or what she looked like. As long as she looked presentable, she didn't care. But at that moment she didn't look presentable. She looked like no one loved her. And most certainly not her age.

And now she was being drawn out of the room. Ariadne suppressed a whine. Just because she looked like a child didn't mean she needed to act like one. Ay least there was coffee.

Ariadne walked behind Arthur and made a beeline for the coffee pot. The smell of it flooded the kitchen. And despite her thoughts on her current attire, she smiled.

Vivienne had already laid out two mugs filled with coffee as well as little packets of sugar and creamer if Ariadne needed it. She knew Arthur took his black. When Ariadne came out, Vivienne pressed her fingers to her lips and coughed to hide the laugh that was threatening to escape. Arthur shot her a glare, thinking that maybe the mismatched clothes were done on purpose. He wouldn't put it pass her, but she simply shrugged and took a sip of her coffee. "Morning Ariadne, how's the arm?" Vivienne asked pleasantly.

Ariadne was mortified when she walked in and Vivienne 'coughed'. But she wouldn't let it break her. She put some creamer and sugar in the mug and leaned into Arthur's side, taking her place there on purpose and defiantly. Sure, she looked like she just walked out of Arthur's fantasy and in stark contrast, Ariadne looked like she could go begging for quarters out by the road and saying 'please, sir, I want some more' in all Oliver Twist fashion.

"It's better." She said with her chin up. "Thanks."

Arthur watched the exchange. He drank the coffee quickly so that they could make their way to the airport. "Oh Artie, almost forgot, I just checked the surveillance. There's been an SUV circling the area for the past fifteen minutes," Vivienne commented. Knowing Vivienne, he was sure it wouldn't be a problem for her to lose the tail.

She sipped at the coffee and listened to the two of them. "So when are we leaving?" Ariadne asked, inwardly cringing at his nickname. Really, it was horrible.

He checked his wristwatch. "The jet should be ready for us by now." He turned to Vivienne. "We'll have to make a dash, though I'm sure you can handle it." She smiled at him with her perfectly straight teeth and laid a hand on his wrist. "You know me too well."

Vivienne ushered them into her garage where her Mercedes-Benz S-Guard was parked. "I'm surprised Viv," Arthur said as he inspected the black car. "Where's the usual Aston Martin?"

"England where I don't have to repair bullet holes as often," she replied as she got into the driver's seat. Arthur opened the back door for Ariadne with one hand while his gun was gripped in the other.

Ariadne followed a little awkwardly behind them, holding up the skirt with one hand. She slid in the back, feeling entirely out of place. Vivienne was clearly the female version of Arthur and Ariadne who knew how different she was from his normal type was clearly out of place.

She ducked down in the back of the car out of instinct.

The garage door slid open as well as the iron gate. Vivienne backed out and onto the street. The SUV was nowhere to be seen, but Arthur was no less cautious as he looked around. She put the car into drive and started on the street in the direction of the highway. Just then there was a gunshot, Arthur whirled around, opening the window and aiming his gun at the SUV that was on their tail. He pulled the trigger, but the car swerved out of the way.

Ariadne naturally hit the floor. She seriously needed to learn how to operate a weapon and not just in dreams. It was moments like these she needed the experience. Though personally she had her fair share of guns and bullets.

She stayed put though, knowing she was out of her league. While she wanted something to do, there wasn't anything. Ariadne needed to learn how to protect herself.

The SUV sped up and bumped the back of the Mercedes. "Goddammit," Vivienne hissed under her breath. "Can you get those assholes before they totally ruin my car? I actually like this one," she said as she sped up. Arthur aimed again and shattered their front window exposing the driver as well as the passenger. Two were in the backseat. Vivienne swerved to afraid a pedestrian who jumped out of the way just in time. Arthur pulled the trigger twice and got the front seat passenger in the forehead. One of the guys in the back settled in between the two front seats and aimed at the Mercedes. Arthur ducked before he can reload his gun as the back window shattered. "Arthur!" Vivienne shouted.

"I'm on it!" He shouted back as he aimed directly at the driver now that the back window was gone. He breathed out and pulled the trigger. The SUV stopped suddenly and turned over onto its side, rolling down the street at an alarming rate. "Step on it!" Vivienne obeyed when she turned to see the SUV. The light was red, but she ran through it anyways nearly causing an accident.

Arturo y Ariadna ir a un baile (For circularmaze )

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