Over and Out

Chapter Seven

If you had told Lisa when she first joined the organisation that the most daunting challenge she would face was a silk crop top, she would've passed out laughing. Right now, standing in a changing room surrounded by increasingly alarming garment, it wasn't seeming very funny to her.

"I'm not wearing that." She flicked the flimsy material away, as Jennie wiggled it playfully in her face—she was the one who had suggested the shop they were currently in.

"I'm sensing a pattern here- you seem completely dead set on letting no-one know that you're a girl." Jennie smirked, flopping down onto the changing room chair. Lisa was increasingly regretting the decision to ask her to help her find an outfit for the mission- given choice she would have never set foot into a nightclub, let alone known what she needed to wear to fit into one. Had she known that being put on the reconnaissance team would involve this much dressing up, she might've stuck to combat training. Somehow the thought of maiming a man was more appealing than dancing with one—she knew any therapist would have a field day with that line of thought.

"The objective here is to look utterly mediocre. How am I supposed to focus on the target if I'm more worried about having a fucking nip slip?" she raised an eyebrow, rifling through more of the choices that Jennie had piled onto the empty chair. She held up a particularly sheer top. "I might as well just not bother- save my money and go naked, with these options."

"Sexy- you never struck me as the type if I'm being honest." Lisa answered with her middle finger. "And oh so ladylike too!"

"This is ridiculous! If I was a boy this wouldn't even be a thing! I'm pretty sure Bobby is just going in whatever he rolled out of bed in!" she swept the clothes off the chair so she could curl up in it.

"Yes, well I don't have the time or the effort to talk about the intricacies of gender politics with you right now so stop whining and try this on." Jennie shoved a top at her. "You can wear this with some skinny jeans- you own those right?"

"No shit." Lisa grumbled, picking up the top—black, lowcut, off-the-shoulder with some extra bits of ribbon she knew would take an hour to navigate.

"Great. Please tell me you own at least one pair of heels?" Lisa just looked at her. "Of course not." Jennie sighed. "You know, it is possible to have a life outside of this shit right? You don't need to dedicate every waking moment to all of this."

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't really have a 'life' outside of 'all this'. It's a waste of time."

"That's just sad... Anyways, let's go find some shoes!"

"One sec, I'll meet you outside after I've paid." Lisa waved her out. She turned to look at her reflection, gingerly holding up the top against her, contemplating what she had just let slip. It was true; once she had signed her life away to the organisation there was very little else that she spent her time on. Ruefully, she contemplated that before even thinking if the top looked nice on her, the first things that she looked for were the places she could conceal her various knives and assorted sharp things. Perhaps tonight would be an opportunity to let loose - it wasn't like she was integral to their task, merely there for backup. She smiled at her reflection with a new resolve- tonight she would have fun for once!

"Oh my god look at this SKIRT Lisa, fuck the skinny jeans, you have to try this on!" She narrowly dodged as Jennie flung something short and sparkly over the top of her cubicle.

Maybe not.

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