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𝐑𝛐𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝛐𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 front of the glamorous club. It has gotten some upgrades since she was last here. Heaters have been put around the front, she spots a few of them in the neatly trimmed hedges lined along the walls and a couple above her head in the emerald cloth extension from the extravagant entrance. The heaters meant she's shedded her thick coat and is standing in the costly dress and heels.
It's 9, but she doesn't see James anywhere. Of course, he's late. Not like they have something extremely important they need to do. She'll wait one minute and then go in. Even without him here, she can get the information and a room. Not like he needs to be here. Rosalie glances at her phone – 09:03.
"I almost couldn't recognise you, doll," James says in a low voice, leaning down close to her ear.
"Yeah, I'm sure you've never seen a woman look this good," she growls. One thing she knows for sure is Loki's dislike for tardiness, and her anger comes in an instant. She wants to turn around and send him her meanest death stare.
That's her intention, but things don't work out like that. He's in a black suit, complete with a black button-up shirt and tie. His long brown hair is slicked back and the scruff on his cheeks has been styled properly, the edges clean. James wets his lips, smirking, and she makes sure hers close back up before she pushes past him, ramming her shoulder into his bicep. Her cheeks are flushed. God, he looks good.
She hears his steps behind her. Rosalie gives a nod to one of the guards who open the door for them and allows them to walk inside. A soft chuckle leaves her, she can't help it, everything is exactly like she remembers from all those years ago.
The familiar lobby has the same golden lights reflected in the crystal chandeliers. The flooring is practically a mirror, and her heels click against it. The walls and pillars are intricately decorated with emerald and golden swirls that shine brightly against the black curtains separating part of the hotel.
Her eyes trail desperately towards the casino portion of the building to the left. The yells and cheers mixing with the sound of chips and cards is music to her ears, but she reluctantly pulls herself towards the dimly lit bar instead. There's a comfortable background buzz of soft jazz, and the marble is traded out for mahogany. They step past the arches with the black hanging curtains, they're immediately met with the smell of smoke, which is blocked from the rest of the establishment with invisible veils a human can easily pass through.
"You're going to be my bodyguard," she mutters, glancing over her shoulder. He looks so fucking good...
"The little princess needs protection?" James bites back and effectively erases her previous thought. She has to stay mad, he was late, and Loki is already far from a friend to her. "Who is it we're meeting?"
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FanfictionRosalie Kasten is out of luck and out of time. For the last two years, she's been living on borrowed time. After her involvement with the death of Edwin Pierce - Alexander Pierce's son - it's only a matter of time before Hydra comes for her. James...