We Are the Lost

Three: Wagers

You ate mindlessly on the noodles as you surveyed the basement area. All of it was fairly secure and you'd bet your next meal that Abstergo wouldn't be able to use it to sneak in. And you rarely gave up food willingly, especially good food.

You had taken your time down there in hopes to avoid Rebecca's quirky delight and Shaun's snarky retorts because certainly he knew why Becca was acting so strange. But you especially wanted to avoid Desmond's subtle flirting and just his attractiveness in general.

By the time you returned the common area, Desmond was unconscious in the animus. Rebecca and Lucy were the only ones around, fervently typing away when you stepped into the space. You tossed your empty noodle carton onto the closest desk.

"There you are." Rebecca sat back in her seat and grinned. "I was just about to wake up, Desmond. And, speaking of 'Des'..." She wiggled her brows at you. "I heard some giggles in the kitchen, earlier. Did you two finally, you know..." She made some mildly obscene gestures with her hands.

You sucked down a breath. "Becs!"

"What? I know the sound of a flirty giggle when I hear it."

"In the kitchen?" You rolled your eyes shut. "Why would we do that in the kitchen?"

"What's going on?" Lucy was staring wide eyed over her monitor screen. "Rebecca..."

She raised open palms in mock surrender. "Just calling it how I see it."

"What even have you seen?" You pressed your hand against your eyes, rubbing out their soreness. "No, nevermind. Don't answer that."

"I saw them both curled up together," Rebecca shouted across the room to Lucy, altogether pretending you weren't standing there. "On the floor sleeping. Together."

Lucy somewhat smirked. "I don't think that really means their actually having sex, Rebecca."

She raised a snarky brow. "It took me over a year just to convince her to let me hug her. Cuddling on the floor? Now that's a whole new level."

"I was asleep," you mildly excused.

"Hey, Lucy." Rebecca spun in her chair. "Want to make some quick cash?"

"Depends." Her face distorted with a slight bit of uncertainty. "Is it legal?"

"I'm going to start a betting pool." She chuckled and spun back around to face you. "I give it by the end of the week. You won't be able to resist banging him by then."

"That quickly?" You barked a laugh. "Seriously? No. There's no way."

She grinned all too haughtily. "So you admit that it might happen eventually?"

Your mouth fell wide. "N-no... That's not what I meant at all. I just meant that... it would be unreasonable to think something like that could occur so quickly..." You groaned at your needless rambling. They weren't going to listen either way.

"Month," added Lucy, a smirk on her lips. She shrugged her shoulder when you threw a glower at her, not at all ashamed. "What? I've seen the way you two look at each other."

Your brows furrowed as you walked off to your desk. "I'm going to go and get some work done."

Rebecca tapped a few keys on the animus, her attention returning to its screen. "Just admit it."

"Admit what," Shaun nearly growled as he sauntered into the room with a mug in his hand. "You all look like cats that swallowed canaries."

"Becca," you chastised before dropping down into the chair at your desk. "No."