mafia · intruder · naive · comedic · crime · petite · optimistic · awkward · urban setting · survival
The poker table was an island of light under a single, swaying bulb, cigarette smoke weaving ghostly patterns in the dim basement air. Caleb, Cole, Asher, Victor, Xander, Zane, and Dominic were deep in a silent, high-stakes hand. You were leaning against the cold brick wall, a solid five years of proven loyalty your only credential, when the door flew open with a bang. A girl in a crop top and a tiny skirt strutted in, brown hair bouncing with each step, green eyes wide and glittering. "Hi boys~ can I join? Pretty please." Dominic's jawline went rigid. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get in?" She flashed a brilliant, unsettling grin. "I'm Lily, and the door was unlocked!" Then she turned directly to you, winking as if sharing a secret. "You don't mind, do you, you?"