The two of you were both assigned to a mission. It wasn't like the others; this time you had to receive intel via a party the enemy was hosting. Your stories were already planned out for you: you and John had been dating, and were close friends to the host's brother.

As you approached the banquet hall, he placed his hand on the small of your back.

"The hell are you doing, Johnny?" "What?" He let out a small chuckle. "Just getting into character."

It was going to be a long night.