"Seriously mate, she looks gorgeous." insisted Damian while taking another sip of his beer.
"I don't care." said Hunter while rolling his eyes, "Can we please just enjoy the party." he complained putting his empty drink down, "Hey, another." he called the bartender.
"We won't be able to enjoy the party much if you don't get your ass off the fucking barstool, Lance." growled his friend finishing the beer, "Besides, looking that way," he pointed behind Hunter with a mischievous smile, "sights are much more enjoyable." The bartender poured Lance his drink. "Come on man, she's gorgeous."
"I know she is. You're forgetting I was engaged to her once."
"Lucky."
"It was a bloody trap." he scoffed.
"Would you just turn around." growled Damian losing his patience.
"If I do, will you shut up?"
"YES." yelled Damian.
"Fine." Lance took another sip of his drink- more like a chug - a long chug - fine, he swallowed the whole drink, and turned around. Damian stood up and walked behind his friend. Hunter's jaw dropped when he saw her. She was wearing a white dress, elegant but daring. It reached her knees, and then her bare legs stretched down to her heels. Her golden hair was down, some strands on her shoulders and others covering her back. Her left shoulder was bare, and a strap covered her right one. She wore a thin chain around her neck and matching earrings. God, she was gorgeous.
"Told you." smiled Damian. Lance rolled his eyes and turned to his friend, his expression dulled and annoyed.
"You happy?" he asked. Damian shrugged.
"Now go say hi." he teased.
"Ha ha." laughed Hunter sarcastically, "How about we go say hi to Romanoff?" Damian swallowed.
"Um no, I'm good." he said. "But hey, you're my superior, Lieutenant, shouldn't you lead by example?"
"You're a pain in the ass, Damian." mumbled Hunter while standing up, "You are paying for my drinks after the next mission." he ordered.
"Yessir." agreed Damian sitting back to watch the boss work.
In honesty, Hunter wasn't going to argue much. If he had the chance to talk to her, he would. That was the alcohol, ripping his pride and mask away. She looked stunning, and hell he was only human. He didn't quite know why he wasn't resisting the urge to talk to her, so he just went with it. He grabbed a glass of champagne and greeted a few other people - he was there representing the SAS and STRIKE. He saw she was alone and had the courtesy of picking another glass of champagne, a drink was a peace offering in his opinion, and finally reached the balcony, where she was, staring at the night city.
"Glad you're not dead, agent Morse." he greeted leaning on the wall. She recognised the voice and let out a little smirk.
"Hey Hunter." she said turning around and leaning on the fence behind her. She crossed her arms across her covered chest, and her tan skin wrapped around her dress. She cocked an eyebrow at him, pursing her lips.
"Relax sweetheart," he laughed taking a few steps towards her, "I'm here in peace." he stretched his arm out handing her the champagne glass with a soft grin. She hesitated but eventually took the drink.
"Peace offering, huh?" she said taking the glass, their fingers brushed and Hunter felt the burn spread through his skin.
"Cheers." he invited. They both took a sip and leaned on the fence, looking at the city and its lights. They were about a metre apart.
