Sumire calmly gulped down the absinthe on her glass, looking out on the view on the tower's open balcony as Vincent watch her in disbelief. The brunette is already on her second bottle and so far, she still doesn't show any sign of being drunk. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, cursing that things aren't going the way he wanted them to go.
If she insisted on not telling him anything then things would go in a different direction. Ricky is quite fond with the actress, so he didn't want to harm her unless she decided not to really cooperate. He needed the information that he knew only the brunette could possibly knew.
Kudo Sumire only have a few minutes left, that much he knew but he also knew that she already realized what's happening the moment she took the first sip. She's just stubborn and stupid enough to admit the things he wanted to know or she's just mocking him in her final moments, something that would actually be in character of her considering how much of a sadist she is.
She's the only person who could provide him the information he seeks to find out and he would hate to eliminate her in case what he's been believing isn't the full truth. Though it looks like even with her life on the line, she's not going to utter out anything useful.
Though she was drinking way too fast, causing him to grew more anxious as time goes by. It's no lie that he's internally panicking that she maybe didn't even notice the poison in the first place. If that is the case, then it will all is going to waste.
Even after finishing her fifth glass, she still wouldn't utter out anything regarding the death of a 'CIA agent' that took part of the same raid operation she was in almost eight years ago. Then again he knew the task will not be easy as he knew how stubborn she already is when she's not even drunk.
As seconds passes by, Sumire could feel that breathing was becoming such a hard task though she wouldn't let it show, refusing Vincent the satisfaction of seeing her struggling to hold on to life. Sooner or later, she knew that she would pass out because of the poison or might even die if she don't think of a way out of this but it's not like she brought along any weapon or anything to this meet up as it's only supposed to be related to her father.
Of course she noticed the red flags but he saw and heard her in the phone with Akai Shuichi, having him 'realized' her true identity. Being revealed as an agent of a federal organization is dangerous enough as it is but she couldn't exactly turn down his 'invitation' to join him for dinner.
"Did you really have to cuff my left hand? Even as someone who could equally use both hands with ease, I have one that I prefer to use." Sumire stated in boredom, sipping on her glass with her eyes glued still on view of the city that could be seen on the balcony the two are currently in. Vincent sighed in weariness, cursing the woman for even having the audacity to prolong a casual talk as if he isn't basically poisoning her.
"We both know that you're far faster than I am. I mean being an FBI agent and all." Vincent said with venom evident on his tone, causing Sumire to let out a half hearted chuckle out in mockery. She stole a quick glance and returned her gaze back to the view with a smirk plastered on her face before continuing to consume the poisoned liquor once more.
"And we also both know that Kai isn't going to be happy with all of this." Sumire smirked before taking another sip of her glass of absinthe, her cobalt blue eyes boring into his own. Her eyes held so much authorization, he couldn't help but turn his gaze away before exclaiming in anger and slapping his palm across Sumire's face. The force exerted into the slap made Sumire knocked in the floor, not only because of the handcuffs that are still on her left wrist.
"Shut your mouth, woman! You don't deserve to even utter out his name." He yelled as he took ahold of the brunette's short hair, yanking her up to made her face him. Sumire let out a screech as he slammed her head by her hair on the glass table separating them, blood immediately painting the transparent surface.
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