Close Encounter (Drift x Brite Bomber)

Ch.4 Bad News

           "NO! No we are not doing this!" Brite looked between the two men. Fear was the only emotion she could feel. It was only common sense that Drift would lose, and just as Brite felt that she was going to lose her cool, warmth was suddenly felt on her shoulder.
      

               It was Drift's hand.

           "You have no faith in me do you?" He spoke, his tone lowered to keep it a conversation just between the two. It seemed to be that he was finally showing a nicer side of himself,  "I got this." Drift tensed as the words left his lips, giving Brite a small squeeze on her shoulder to reassure her. She seemed unnecessarily worried for a friend that she just made, but it was in her nature. She let her eyes travel to his, they were golden brown and soft, but it made her wonder, what made him so determined? Drift could get a kill by any other means, so why now? The older man across from them seemed intrigued with their interaction enough to leave them to their personal matters.
          "I don't trust him," Brite eyed their opponent before she looked back upwards to Drift. Her heart was racing, panick was implanted deep in her chest. Just when she was getting close, it felt like she's already about to lose him, "Moniker may look presentable but he plays dirty." She started, now walking to the ATK, "I suggest you get a little more protection on you as well," rattling of items could be heard while she rummaged through things, Drift on the other hand was eyeing her curiously. What could she have? Shield?
           "This should fit you fine." Brite mumbled, pressing a fitted, compressed black t-shirt to his chest. The sleeves were long and the material was obviously tough, even Drift could tell just by running his fingers along it. It had a little appeal to it in design, coming with red streaks running along the middle of both sleeves.
           "How'd you.." He started, but she shushed him, one finger held up into the air was all it took before he realized he should just shut up and go with it. "Alright bossy." He mumbled and started to take off his current sleeveless white tee. If there was one thing to be grateful about it was Moniker being a patient man. Brite, on the other hand, was a very curious girl. It was killing her to not look.

       But that's exactly why she didn't try to stop herself.

         Curiousity killed the cat as they say, but if this is what getting killed felt like then Brite would happily volunteer. Maybe it was the fact that she'd underestimated the blonde's features. The girl definently hadn't expected him to be so physically fit, and mighty attractive as well. Of course all people in Fortnite had their body types, some slightly varied in sizes but Drift was so unique. His physique was unable to be compared with any other, clearly the man was built, a toned stomach with abs gave that away easily. Brite coughed and cleared her throat, noticing that the teen was going to catch her soon enough if she didn't stop gawking at him.      
         He finished slipping on the fitted tee, looking at it with wide eyes. Yes, he was pretty impressed at how spot on Brite was with guessing the correct size. Drift moved his fingers as he put his gloves back on, feeling a new surge of power hit him, was it the shirt? 'Meh' he shrugged and grabbed his white sleeveless tee, throwing it over his head and letting it fit onto him perfectly. It actually made for a good outfit, the colors flowed well leaving him to nod in approval.

     But it wasn't done yet.

        Golden lines faded in and began to make their mark on him, working in some kind of clever pattern to create a triangle-like layout on top of his once all white shirt. The texture felt thicker, more protective and other simple designs were added, front and back. The main addition besides the gold lines being a thicker black line cutting right through the middle of it all.
         "..What the hell?" It would've been more of a surprise, but his life turned into a damn video game within the span of a few seconds, so none of this shit phases him anymore. Brite took this oppurtunity to approach her comrade with a clever smirk.
        "Just a small upgrade for my friend." She commented, winking in his direction in which he smirked right back at her, damn did she love that look. Just the slight change in his eyes made her feel accomplished, "This'll help with durability of course, you should find it easier to move around, and for now that's all I can think of." Her eyes traveled to the ground, feeling quite worried still. The final step was to hand him a shield potion, this would give him all the things he needed for a fight. Full hp, full shield for protection, the last thing would be guns of his choice and material for building. All of this went through her mind at the speed of light.
         Drift grabbed the shield and just like the slurp he eyed this drink as well. He felt more skeptical about the thicker bottle, it looked like a big round jar, something like a ribbon was tied around the top of it and finally there was a metal clip right on the side of the top, the liquid was a deep blue unlike the slurp. He started swishing it around like a child, making Brite facepalm and shake her head,
         "Drift." She spoke tersly, looking at him with the most unamused face she could muster.
        "What?" He blinked, looking back at her cluelessly, he was just checking the thing out, what's the big deal?
        "We don't have all day, just drink it already." She gave him a slight smile, not being able to help it from creeping up onto her face. He was just too cute.
         "Oh.. right." He cleared his throat and turned his back to her to chug the potion down. He gave a slight look of distaste, this one was a little bitter but its not like he had room to complain.
         "Alright! Are we ready to play some golf!?" Moniker held his arms up, his voice louder than ever, making the two jump out of their little worlds. They looked at eachother and nodded, both agreeing that this would probably be their best bet for now.
         "We'll see ya at the golf course." Brite spoke in a deadpan voice, she was not looking forward to this.
          Soon the both of them were back in the ATK, Brite stationed in the back and Drift taking the wheel. The back of the ATK felt lonely for her, the soft air blowing made a few strands fall from her ponytail, she sighed. Drift was already focused on his goal, just excited that he could drive again for the time being. Brite would sigh again and slip into the passenger seat next to him, slumping in the seat and eyeing him every once in a while.
        "What's up Brite?" He glanced at her, their eyes met for a second before he turned back to what he was doing. She grumbled, rubbing her arm.
         "I'm not sure about this idea of yours." She mumbled, shifting in her seat as she heard him sigh as well.
         "Still no faith in me, huh?" Little did she know he was smiling, something about her being so worried made him have a soft spot for the girl, "If I die I'll be sent to the lobby right?" He eyed her a second and she nodded.
        "Yeah, but.." She hesitated, nibbling on her lower lip nervously, "I'm not sure if that'll work for you... you're not from this world." She stared straight ahead and Drift's hands tightened around the wheel. His palms started to sweat as they neared the golf course.

       She should've told him this sooner.

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Alright sooo SORRY for not posting for 5 days! Oof that's a long break isn't it? This chapter is basically to fill the days that I haven't been updating. I initially planned for this to be conjoined into one looong chapter, but I felt that I needed to post another chapter today! So here you are 👀👀 hope you like iiiit. ♡