Ball Room Blackout
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The dancers spin around me, each in synchronized movements on the ball room floor. I look to the ceiling the chandelier, tens of candles shrouded in hundreds of tiny crystals, each of them handpicked by Aki Shori himself.
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Ball Room Blackout

by SethrySethMcD

The dancers spin around me, each in synchronized movements on the ball room floor.

I look to the ceiling the chandelier, tens of candles shrouded in hundreds of tiny crystals, each of them handpicked by Aki Shori himself.

With a sigh I slip my glasses into my jacket pocket and head over to the walls, where a woman stand; Blond hair curl towards her breasts, protected by a slim fitting midnight blue dress.

“It’s quarter past, you should be in bed.” I spoke to the woman, as I approached.

“Likewise Mr. what is it tonight, Jackson?” a smile played across her face as she tilted her head to her right shoulder. “I like that name, it suits you well.”

“Really?” I whispered as I placed my hand on the wall behind her and leaned into her coconut scented hair. “I thought you woulda liked or something a little more... fanciful. ” I smirked.

“If it gets the job done, why should I care?” She huffed “You never could take a compliment now could you.”

She turned her eyes to mine and reached up to my tie straightening it. “Still searching for validation, Jack?” She pushed my chest began walking away when she was done fixing me up.

“I told you once, workmates are workmates, not playmates.”

“What!?” My voice rang a bit too loud “No. I just thought-”

“Sure hun, we all know what you're thinkin’.”

Pausing, she grabbed at her diamond necklace and held it in her hand while she brought her other hand to her ear.

“I think it's about time sugah.”  she whispered after a moment of silence.

“I told you! Don’t call me-“ my words fell short as she waved back to me without looking back.

I turned back to the crowd slipping on my glasses once again, and ran my hand through my hair then cursing myself for letting her get to me.

I pushed past the people, who filled the room with rhythmic clicks following the music as they spun on the marble floor.

I headed towards the maintenance room and swiped “my” key card through the lock, and the door popped open with a hesitant click.

I brushed my hands across the wall until they slipped over the switch, illuminating the small closet. In front of me lay switches, fuses and a mountain of other controls.

I reached out for the largest of the levers, again swiping my card unlocking the master switch.

With a quick jerk downwards the room faded black accompanied by sharp gasps of the people outside in the now silent building.

Now, the heist begins.

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