luca straightened his tie, looking in the mirror. his piercings glinted in the dim lighting of the hall, his tattoos hidden under his white dress shirt.

“is the don there yet?” he glanced over at desmond.

“carlisle says no.” desi didn’t look up from his phone, his dark brown hair neatly pushed back.

luca pulled on his gloves. “good. we should get there before he does.”

tonight was the party- dante’s big winter gala, which was a substitute for a normal birthday celebration. that man did not know how to make anything casual. luca didn’t have much of a problem with it, but he knew that some people did- even montalti.

“you go on ahead, desi.” he looked back into the mirror. “ezra should be outside with the car.” luca sighed. “i’ll drive myself.”

desi sighed. “‘kay. i’ll see you there, then.” he left, shutting the door behind him.

luca opened the window, the wind ruffling the curtains as it brushed though his hair. he sat down on the end of the bed, flopping onto his back. he closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his eyes. then he grabbed his shoes and put them on, getting ready to head out.