~Even more Complicated~

~georgia~

"Alright, guys," Eshaal starts. "So, the plan is, Sienna gets into the club wearing a mask."

A woman walked into Rosa Di sague. Gown like water flowing over her body. Her hair glowing a striking red. Half her face covered in dripping sequence. Her cat eyes were gripping, and while everyone had her eyes on her, she had her eyes at the bar.

"MK," she called. "You'll be on the lookout."

Men and women watched her. It looked as if she was in slow motion as she sat on the stool so gracefully keeping her purse on the bar table.

A man entered the club wearing a white shirt buttoned down, loosened tie, and black suit pants. He looked like he was coming from work. It was a perfect disguise cause a lot of men came in after work. His amber eyes spotted her at the bar, very unsuspecting with the bartender smiling ear to ear, handing her a drink.

A waitress asked him if he'd like Piña colada, he nodded, his eyes not leaving the woman for a second.

The club was booming with music, and bodies were swaying on the dance floor.

He finally moved his eyes from her, scanning the familiar club.

"I will be watching the through the security cameras and tell you if anything is fishy." Eshaal said, and they nodded in response. "Can you hear me, Zach?"

"Yes, love." He responded, and she nodded.

"I see a blue T-shirt." The man in the club had spotted a man in blue shirt, he sipped on his Piña colada and noticed how the man walked straight to the bar, his eyes scanning too as he called a bartender.

"On your left, three stools away." His amber eyes on the woman with the red hair.

"Okay," she responded and looked to her left, holding her drink in hand, and stood from the stool.

The man beside her had thought she was walking to her. "Hey, baby girl." He smirked only for her to walk past him. Second hand embarrassment.

She sat on the stool next to the man in blue shirt who was about to drink his poured beer but noticed something in the corner of his eyes. He immediately did a double take, and a crooked smirk grew on his face. "Hola, Hermosa." His voice was a bit rough as he spoke over the music.

She turned to him and planned in action. "Hermosa?" She might be Italian, she knew Hermosa meant beautiful. "You haven't even seen my face."

He held eye contact, noticing how her eyes danced with amusement. "Your eyes tell me you're a beautiful woman." He replied, dropping his beer, then folding his arms on the bar counter so he could be at eye level with the masked woman. "Eyes, don't lie, chica."

She kept eye contact with him. She had noticed he had tattoos on his arm since his sleeves were rolled up and face tattoos, one like chains on his cheekbones encircling the word, 'Gato.' in cursive. And another at the side of his face, A letter 'R'. He was not bad, look-wise. Pretty average looking and not the woman's type. "Nice face tattoos." She commented.

"Is that what brought you over here, Hermana?" His question was full of pride.

She laughed, and he watched her in amusement as he grabbed his beer cup and took a gulp. What does this man think of himself. "She thought. "You think I came here for you?"

He smirked. "Didn't you?"

"You forget. 'Hola Hermosa,' was from you, not me."

He shrugged. "What's your name?"

"You go first." She responded with a flirty smile. "Hermoso."

He bared his teeth in a smile. "You can call me Vino. Your turn."