6 Underground | Kissing death

Chapter three | Vegas

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"Oi Z-...What are you doing?" Four's voice went from a greeting to confusion when he barged into Zero's trailer.

"Trying to figure out how wigs work." Zero replied not flinching when his trailer door hit against the wall from Four barging in.

Four leaning against the door frame with crossed arms now while watching as Zero's hands dropped from the wig as he was finished fixing it. He had blonde hair now that was similar to his current haircut.

"Dunno if I like you as a blonde mate." Four spoke, causing Zero to look at him through the mirror he stood at.

"Yeah you do." Zero dismissed confidentially before moving over to his bed where he'd laid a few items of clothing that wasn't his style but no doubt would suit him anyway.

"What are you doing though?" Four asked leaving the doorway and walked up beside Zero grabbing one of the silk loose white shirts.

"I'm going to Vegas with One, Two and Three. A mission." Zero answered before snatching the soft shirt back from Four, their hands touching as he did so. His Irish accent is clear with the way he pronounced Three as 'Tree' using a heavy T instead of th.

"Hm Zero, One, Two and Three." Four noted the fact their numbers went upwards.

"And no Four." Zero added in while dropping the shirt onto the bed and picking up a black silky loose shirt instead.

"Try it on, I'll say if the outfit works." Four suggested before lazily flopping onto Zero's bed on the side the clothes weren't on, arms crossed behind his head.

"It's supposed to be some naive arrogant rich son kind of vibe." Zero added on to help Four envision what he wanted to pull off.

Zero instead of moving to the bathroom decided there was no harm in changing where he was. Grabbing his white shirt and pulling it off before moving to unbutton his jeans. Four's eyes unintentionally follow his hand staring intently.

"Black or white?" Zero asked, suddenly causing Four's eyes to snap back up to look at his face, though Zero was looking down, taking his pants off, not aware of wherever Four had been looking.

"What?" Four asked, trying to understand what he had meant since he hadn't been paying attention properly.

"The shirts you melter, black or white?" Zero responded now looking over at Four picking the shirts up and waiting. Stood in his black boxers casually like this was a casual Monday.

"Uh, fuck I dunno. Black." Four picked randomly causing Zero to hum flinging the black shirt onto the bed and putting on the white one doing the opposite of what Four suggested.

"Prick." Four shot at Zero.

"Lickarse." Zero fired straight back in a heartbeat.

Zero carefully put the loose white silk shirt on not wanting to mess up his wig after taking ages to put it on. Before moving towards the bed and grabbing the pants and slipping them on.

"Right, what do you think?" Zero asked Four, throwing his hands up in a light gesture and waited.

"Yeah, it looks alright." Four spoke, eyeing Zero's outfit and noticing he had really nice collarbones before asking "What about your face, didn't One say something about Vegas having like a lot of face stuff."

"Facial recognition you mean?" Zero asked back before nodding, turning to look in the mirror and see the outfit all together himself.

"Yeah I'll be wearing, like, a fake nose and maybe Sunglasses. Nothing too much though." Zero answered before clicking his finger suggesting "You try on the black one."