I took in a breath, trying to ease my nerves as my fingers slide across the fabric of my dress. Me and Alexandra had went back to our rooms to get into party clothes for the club. I look at the mirror, my reflection staring straight back at me. A vauge smile start to form over my lips, I looked good. And even though I wasn't really into the idea of having to charm my way into the pants of this Brendon Urie dude, I knew I would easily.

A light sigh escape my red lips, just as the door opens behind me. Alexandra stops in the doorframe, a smile on her lips as she sees me. She was wearing a similar dress to mine, though hers was dark blue. 

"Damn", I mutter and chuckle slightly, she mimicks my laugh and grab my hand. We take long steps out of the building as every Assassin's eyes are on us. They knew we were leaving.

"Are you ready for this?", Alexandra ask, a slight hint of nervousness in her voice. I nod and smile as a reply. She smiles back and we get into our escort car. 

After a while of silence, my mind almost spinning from thinking of the scenario to come. The car pulls up a few blocks from the club, just so no one would see where we came from. I cast a quick at Logan, our driver and contact person before I look at Alexandra and then exit the car with her.

Alexandra hurries to grab a hold of my hand, the cold wind biting at my bare legs. The moonlight was strong tonight, almost threatening while it shone across the rode for the people who walked there. There wasn't much sounds around us, just dogs barking and cars in the distance. But as we came closer and closer to the club the sound of music also became louder. 

We stopped outisde the modern club and I read the name, Vertigo, while I felt almost butterflies in my stomach. We don't waste any more time as the door guard open the door for us, smiling. As soon as we step inside the smell of sweat and alcohol rush over me. The music bounces loud from the speakers and most people are moving to the beat. Me and Alex seperate, knowing we have jobs to do. 

I smile, moving my way through the crowd, pressing against the dancing bodies around me. I kept my eyesight sharp, knowing I may see my target, Brendon, any second. I start to move to the beat, my whole body feeling the sound of the music. I close my eyes, letting every detail in, listening over the sound of the blasting music - trying to find the source of my target. 

And there, amongst everyone in the huge space I hear his voice, Brendon. My eyes shot open, a certain glister over them as I stop dancing. I pull my hands through my hair, letting it fall down over my back. I take in a short breath and then start to move again. As I got closer I felt my heart to start beating faster, but it wasn't me. It was him. 

I walk straight into Brendon's view but don't stop by him, instead I walk past him, giving him a side smile. I take the back exit out and pull out a joint from my holder, and lit it up. Just as the paper brushes my lips the door opens, out steps no other than who I wanted. He himself has a joint between his lips, ready to be lit up. 

I look over at the moon and take in a breath and feel the smoke build up inside of me before I finally release it. I feel Brendon watching me, all in silence as smoke clouds come from his way. I hear him move, but I dont look at him.

"I've never seen you here before", he says suddenly, breaking the silence. I smirk and pull in another breath as the smoke fills me again. 

"I just moved here from England", I respond, my british accent hearable. Brendon now stands in front of me, staring straight into my eyes, like he was trying to figure me out.

"I know if I had ever seen you I would have remembered you", he again spoke, blowing his smoke my way. I smile again, knowing it was a compliment. This man knew his way around women. 

"So are you just going to stand there, or are you going to buy me a drink?", I ask tossing my burnt out joint on the wet ground and stepping on it. Brendon does the same, hinting a smile on his lips as he walks over to the door and opens it for me. I smirk and walk inside, knowing he was looking at my butt.

I make my way across the dance floor, Brendon just at my heels. I feel his eyes on me all the way over to the bar, he was already fascinated by me, I could tell that. That only made my job so much easier. I stop just at the bar, seeing Alexandra on the other side, talking to her target. I smile and sit down on a bar chair, Brendon stopping to stand beside me. 

"And what does a lady like you take for a drink?", Brendon asked, a certain way of his words that made something inside me tingle. Must have been the joint. I cross my right leg over the other.

"A shot", I smirk. He nods and leans closer to the bartender and tells our order. I lean my head back the slightest as my head had already started to get a bit light. Brendon watched me, his eyes scanning my every move, almost hungerly. The glasses get set down in front of us and I look up. 

"Cheers to new friendships", Brendon says, holding his glass of whiskey up. I smile and hold my glass up then drink the liquid, a bit too fast. The shot burns it's way down my throat but I set the glass down, hinting I want another. Brendon tells the bartender to keep them coming. 

"Cheers", I laugh after my 4th shot, knowing the alcohol had provoked me. Brendon saw this as a oppertunity and got close, real close, and leaned over to my ear.

"Would you like to take this party to a more private setup?", his voice was low and husky, which I had to admit turned me on and I didn't know if that was because of the drugs or the alcohol. I smirk and slide off the chair, stumbling into Brendon's arms. He chuckles his laugh pure, barely even touched by the alcohol. 

"Let's go", I laugh again, grabbing onto his hand as he pulls me along. We make our way upstairs, there seemed to be several rooms here, maybe this was a dealing spot? I took mental notes of every suspicious detail, but both the alcohol and Brendon made it quite difficult to focus.

We stopped outside a black door, heavier than the others, which made it seem to be more important. Brendon opened the door, hurriedly and practically pushed me inside. When he turned to me his eyes spoke of lust. I smirked and backed a bit as he got closer, just to make him work for it a bit. 

Brendon reached me and grabbed a hold of my wrist to keep me in place as he leaned down slightly. His hot breath tickeled my face as the smell of alcohol and cig hit my nose. Now I could tell he was high/drunk. He licked his lips but before anything else I crashed my lips into his. Our lips moved in synch, several minutes almost as his hands traveled to the back of my dress. 

We pulled back for a few seconds our breaths hot and fast as I started unbottoning his black button down. He pulled off my dress, leaving me with my black lace underwear. His hands met my bare skin, traveled all over it as our lips crashed again. Soon enough our tongues started moving against each other and Brendon moved me over to the bed. 

Everything was a hot mess as body went against body, skin against skin. Our breaths had sped up and moved in synch as I started kissing down his neck while he struggeled with his belt. A smirk formed on his face as he finally got off his pants. I bit my bottom lip and we started kissing again. 

I open my eyes, theres complete darkness around me. I feel Brendon's body against mine under the warm duvet. I had to admit, I liked the feeling. What am I thinking? I shook my head and slid out of the bed, without any sounds made from my part. I move lightly across the wooden floor and grab Brendons shirt, putting it over my naked body as I also put on my panties. 

Once I exit the room I step out into the corridor, it's fairly lit up with living candels on the walls. I walk down the corridor, seeing Alexandra standing by a door. I walk up to her and as she sees me she eye's me up and down, chocked. 

"Effy, did you?", she asks referring to Brendon. I was usually never the one to move in intimidatily with targets. After a moments of silence I finally responded.

"Yeah, so what?", I mumbled, she shrug trying to pretend she wasn't surprised and chocked. 

"Have you found anything?", I asked, easing the tension. She nod and look into the room, I do the same and our eyes land on another door. It was bigger than the others, made out of metal and had a vault like look. Bingo.

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Here y'all lovely people go, Chapter 3.

// lovi