Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter forty-three

The walk back into the hotel had everyone buzzing about the fireworks display. In the near capacity elevator, on the way up to the rooftop of the Marina Bay Sands, you shared the pictures you'd taken, with all of Team Cap huddled over your phone. Upstairs again, everyone spilled out into Ku Dé Ta, taking in the air and enjoying the rooftop wind as wait staff wove through the crowd with hors d'oeuvres and drinks for guests. You stuck close, but not conspicuously, to Chris and the boys, sipping champagne and enjoying the send off from Singapore.

You and Sebastian excused yourselves to the buffet set along the edge of the party, determined to find more of the unidentified tarts you had sampled from a waiter you had yet to recaquire in your sights. Handing you a small plate to fill for yourself, Sebastian reminded you, "You never did explain why you couldn't back out of your thing with Frank."

Your eyes widened at the realization and you put an apologetic hand on his arm. Picking out some finger foods to snack on, you explained the history of the triple dog dare on the Kingdom set. When you were finished, Sebastian took a moment to chew and swallow the shrimp in his mouth, nodding contemplatively and holding up a finger for you to wait for his response to it all.

"Frank is an evil son of a bitch, isn't he?" he decided, with a discerning squint in one eye.

"It's diabolical, isn't it?" you agreed, with a laugh. "So, you see why I couldn't say 'no'."

Sebastian nodded. "Did you send it to him yet?"

"I did," you nodded, picking up a pair of cocktail napkins and handing one off to him. 

"Thanks," he smiled. "So, what'd he say?"

"He said, it was cheating," you told him, with a mischievous smirk. "But he said he'd accept it because I flipped him off in the pic and you did that HYDRA salute."

His face lit up, with excitement, as he told you, "I almost got busted doing that!"

"What?" you gaped. "No!"

"Yeah," he insisted. "Like, he must'a seen it from the side of his eye or something, 'cause he looked up and was like, 'What the hell are you doing?' And I'm like, 'Nothing, man. Just stretching.' And I made like I was, like, stretching out my arms over head."

"Holy shit," you marveled, clutching a hand to your stomach as you laughed. "Oh, my god."

Sebastian laughed with you for a moment. "But we got it," he smiled, holding up his hand for a high five.

"Hell yeah, we did," you confidently agreed, slapping your hand into his. He held on, giving your hand a little shake back and forth. "Bear fight!"

"Bear fight!" he laughed. 

You got a couple of strange looks from people nearby, but you didn't care. "Here," you said, setting your plate down on an unoccupied high top table beside you, taking out your phone. You tapped open your texted conversation with Frank for Sebastian to inspect, telling him, "You should've heard Frank complaining on the phone."

"He called you to bitch?" Sebastian laughed, scrolling through the short exchange. "That's hilarious."

"What is?"

Oh, fuck my life. You literally froze, breath hitched and heart skipped, watching Chris appear over Sebastian's shoulder and look at your phone. God love Sebastian, he tried. He dropped his hand under his plate, but Chris dipped and made a grab for your phone, hooking his arm around Sebastian's shoulders to keep him from turning out and away. He let Sebastian go, snorting at whatever dirty string of words Sebastian muttered to or about Chris as they both straightened up. Chris cocked his head, turning your phone right side up in his hands, before quirking up a questioning eyebrow at you and watching you shrink into your shoulders.