Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 39 - Auction and Thievery

"I can't believe I'm stuck babysitting you two." Phinks sighed obnoxiously loud, very obviously trying to get a reaction out of Feitan and I - he had been for the past hour - as we walked through the auction building's floral arrangements, blending in with the people around us. They were all people who had left the internal activities in favour of the crisp, fresh air.

"Leave if complain." Feitan reasoned, pissed as we were yet to do anything particularly interesting.

"And leave you two alone together?" he scoffed. "We're on a mission here, and if you think I'm going to leave you two to run off and shag you've got another thing coming!" his boisterous voice and phrasing caught the attention of many men and women around us. I watched them whisper to one another behind their hands. Subtle.

Feitan looked at the blond incredulously. "I not you, Phinks." he scrunches up his nose at the thought.

Phink looked insulted. "When have I ever-"

Feitan didn't miss a beat. "1996. March eighteen. Melora."

A look of remembrance crossed Phinks' face. "Oh." he struggled to find an appropriate quip. "Listen, I'm a changed man now, so let's not-"

"Feb twenty-nine. This year."

"Yeah, well- how often can you say you did it on a leap year?" he sputtered.

"Every four year?" Feitan offered.

"I'm gonna beat your ass."

"Are we sure I'm not the one babysitting you two..?" I sweat-dropped. Near laughing at their antics.

Phinks waved his hand in a dismissive motion. "Yeah, right - you're not in the clear just yet." he glanced around, subject changing. "So, we getting to work or what?"

Feitan was quick to answer, a slight air of professionalism clouding over. Slight being the key word there. "Yes. This boring."

I looked around, there wasn't an overwhelming amount of people around which was good for keeping our cover (even if that more than certainly wasn't going to last long), but not so good for options.

"Well, I've found mine." Phinks said, goggling at a built man seemingly talking to someone on the phone.

Feitan looked up at him, a haunting smile adorning his face. "You sure that one not more suited for you?" he gestured to a skinny teen doing a horrible job at getting a red-headed lady's attention.

"Very funny, Fei. Have you found a child to steal from yet?" the smirk he wore looked ready to split his face in half.

Feitan scowled, grumbling to himself.

I wanted to say something myself, but I was distracted when a dark-haired woman matching my physique came through the doors. "Got mine." I looked to the two. "Meet back here in ten?" my focus shifted to Feitan. "Is that going to be long enough for you to find someone of your statue, Fei?"

At least Phinks laughed.

Until Feitan jabbed his elbow into Phinks' gut, causing him to keel. "Yes." he answered.

I smiled. "Good."

- - -

'Befriending' a woman at an event like this would usually take at least a small amount of effort. However, I was lucky enough to find a target that smokes.

What's useful about a smoker, you ask? Well, a lot of things, but in this case, the poor girl's lighter seemed to be out of juice. Bingo.

"Need a light?" I asked her after her fourth attempt, the small thing only producing sparks.