A group of four men carry themselves through the same register Joy was just at. One of the men noticed the receipt that was left behind.
"What's that?" One asked the other. The other shrugs as the paper was torn from the printer.
"Joy." They read out in unison.
"Oi, that name sounds oddly familiar!" A light haired boy perks up and shakes his head around the corner, watching a dainty lady leave the store.
"What is it? Who is it?" They chirp over each other. The blonde hair hushes them with a huge, snarly smirk latched on his face.
"I knew I knew 'er from somewhere!" The boy brings out his phone—his fingers hungrily typing against the phone pad. "Here!" He holds up a FBI picture of Joy. "She's part of that- that! Uhh! That one real famous group of heistas!
"You mean that Payday gang? It ain't no way!" One of the men responded.
"She looks ways too weak to be apart of thems," another agrees.
"Does that matta? If we kidnap one of 'em imagine how much money we could get!" The blonde rubs his hands together with evil webbed between his fingers. "They billionaires, afterall."
"How do you suggest we get 'er then?" One asks suspiciously.
"Like this."
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"Or maybe, I could write a letter?" Joy ponders to herself—still unsure of how to give it to Sydney. Joy feels a wave of shock hit her as she was walking down the same sidewalk. A sting? No, a pinch spread in her waist.
Head heavy, vision blurry, no sense of balance as the world seemed to become swirled. Joy inhaled sharply, trying to hold onto everything, suddenly, black engulfs her.
Joy falls back against one of the guys.
The blonde tosses the syringe haphazardly into the street.
Joy's eyes slowly open, then close. All she saw while getting dragged away—
was Sydney's lighter.
"C'mon boys! Go fasta!" The blonde urges the other three.
"We'res tryna..."
"She's heavier than she looks!" One grunts while dragging her.
"Asian bitches and their slitted eyes. Maybe her wits will be found useful," the blonde boasts with his chest up high. "Let's hope she's as smart as the FBI rumors her to be." His voice tsks and tuts.
"Look how flat her chest is," one of them teases along with who seems to be the leader.
They all chuckle along with each other's insults, picking apart each and every part of Joy.
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Joy's vision has black splotches lava lamping around her pupils, nothing made sense to her. She only heard murmurs of what seemed to be masculine voices.
"Shit! She's waking up!" She hears someone scurry away, then footsteps draw closer to her. They seemed taunting, yet lackadaisical.
Joy groans as she tries to get up. However, she feels something surrounding her. Every part of her body was touching something cold and metallic. She tries again to balance herself and get up, yet her head falls heavy and her body goes weak.
"Awhh, are you hungry Ms. Kimchi~?" One of them sing out towards her.
"Oh sorry, maybe we should have said ni hao first," another chims in. They all laugh at her.
"Or or, con each ee wah," they all chuckle among themselves again.
Joy waves it off though, nothing she's haven't heard before. What, are they gonna ask if she wants to listen to Kpop? Eat dog? Wear cosplay?
"We have BTS waiting for you on the radio~" One coos at her. How brilliant of an insult, Joy only thought their attempts of stereotyping her showed how stupid they really were. It also shows the lack of effort of research and care. Like, c'mon. Her nationality is literally on her FBI fage.
"Does the little rice picker need her straw hat?" A feminine voice branches from the other side of the room.
"How uncreative do you have to be?" Joy says with her consciousness still wavering.
"Excuse me?" What Joy assumed to be the leader of the gang stepped up.
"You said konichiwa wrong, you don't even know my nationality even though it's in my FBI files, you pick the apples from the tree that are literally rotting on the ground—it's not even on the tree anymore," Joy explains with matter-of-fact sass. "You saying these stereotypes only show you actually know nothing about any Asian culture, in fact, I bet you don't even know Thailand or Philippines are asian and have their own customs, their own languages. I bet you think India is on a whole different continent than China." Joy spits with her usual sarcastic eagerness. Oddly, it fueled her. She got a weird rush for finally fighting back.
"Tch, knock her out!" Someone from the back announces.
Joy points her head up, "what? Offended because I'm right?" She started to smell something rather sweet. She sniffs a couple times to identify the substance, but then her brain goes into alert. Chloroform. Joy tries to hold her breath.
It's too late.
She feels herself getting heavy again and panic drills into her.
"No wait," Joy pleads. "Sydney..." She tries to call out, but black engulfs her once more.
"Ugh, of course she talks back, how typical for their kind."
"Her files say she's a hacker, yeah? Course she is! Slitted eyes probably aced her math class."
The room fills with laughter and similar jokes. However, they don't realize Bain was way ahead of them.
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꒰A Lesbian's꒱ Wine₊˚⊹ Joy x Sydney〖Payday 2〗
Romance「TRIGGER / CONTENT WARNING」: Racism and mentions of bigotry, no use of slurs ︶︶꒷︶『ᓚᘏᗢ』︶︶︶꒷꒦ Joy was washing her van until Dallas comes to remind her it was her turn to grab the groceries. Joy goes to get them, however, on her way back, she was jumpe...
