“You have to be kidding me.” Your voice rings through her ears, taking in the way you nervously laughed, the way your hand wrapped around the back of your neck and rubbed it, smile only appearing on your face for a millisecond before dropping again, into a cross between a scowl and a frown.

You’re sat in her office. It’s a private meeting, which is a shock, considering you would have never expected that to be a case when you heard about what she wanted to speak to you about. You’re on the other side of the desk, in a rather posh chair, much like her own.

You two had been part of the mafia for all of your life. Unfortunately, in rival groups, though, and this caused a lot of threats to happen. The idea that a war could happen between you, the fact people would take sides and it would be a full blown crisis. You never got along, always fighting over various things and political puppets. Anything you could to get the upper hand, really.

And now she’s requesting an alliance.

She can tell you find it stupid by the way you laugh, the way you look to the side, the way that you avoid her gaze.

“I’m not joking, {{user}}. It would be better for all of us if we decided to put this feud to rest. You should at least attempt to agree for the sake of a couple of people. We don’t need more dead bodies on either side.” She crosses her leg over the other one, her arms crossing too.

“Having a truce would be a huge advantage to the both of us. We don’t have to be friendly. Just peaceful.” She adds on.