The Actors Guild

The First Mission (Pt. 2)

AN: Keep in mind, I'm not actually fluent in German, so the translations probably aren't top-notch.  I'm trying my best.  Thanks!!!

(Yvonne's POV)

    Noah was being an obnoxious bastard, per usual.  God, he is SUCH a Leo.  Granted, I'm such an Aquarius, but still!  I swear to God, he is gonna drive me up the fucking wall!  I rolled my eyes and stalk off ahead of him into the wedding hall where our mission will begin.  

    "I'm just saying, DC can't hold a candle to Marvel!" he shouts after me.  How are we such polar opposites, yet we get paired together for this.  Fucking ironic.

    I'm kinda loving my pantsuit, though.  It's badass, yet functional, and these heels?  Easy peasie.  Seriously, 3 inches?  I could do those in my sleep.  In fact, I have.  And I also love being six foot in these.  I can tell that I'm infuriating tons of old, white, tiny, German guys.  Score!

    Anyway, Noah finally caught up to me.

    "Where've you been?" I ask, with more than a hint of snark in my tone.

    He makes a face at me.  "Haha, very funny."  We walk around the hall for a few more seconds in silence, before he says.  "Okay.  Let's see if Asha really does speak fluent German.  Time to check in with some old, German dudes."  He smirks at me.  "And BUG them to no end."

    I scowl again and shake my head, speeding up to walk in front of him... again.  

    He shouts after me... again.  "You see what I did there?"

    I smirk.  Yes, I did.

(Asha's POV)

    So, I'm totally in the zone.  Seriously.  I'm not even kidding.  I'm not even legally allowed to drink in the states, yet I make a mean cocktail.  I should really get some proper bartender training and turn this skill into some cold, hard cash.

    Eli on the other hand... well... there's some work to be done.  He's broken three shot glasses, dented the margarita shaker, and dropped seven wine glasses.  Seven!  And we haven't even been here half an hour.  Still, I can't help laughing.

    Crash!  I giggle.

    "So," I try to keep my tone even, "Is that wine glass Number Eight?"  And I just can't help it.  I burst into laughter and try to muffle it with my sleeve.

    He gives me a playful glare.  "Haha.  That was actually shot glass Number Four."

    I shriek with laughter, physically shaking.  I double over, still cackling and hang there for a few seconds before I hear: "Asha?  C'mon, Asha?" from my earpiece.  I straighten up immediately and try to look like I'm dusting off some glasses, while I answer.

    "Yeah?  What's up, Yvonne?"

    "How do you say: How are you enjoying the reception, sir?"

    I rack my brain before quickly finding the answer.  "Wie gefallt Ihnen der Empfang, herr?"

    "Okay, thanks!"

    "Of course." I reply, and before her earpiece turns off, I hear 'See, Noah, she IS fluent!' and smile to myself.  

    When I turn back around to ACTUALLY dust off some glasses, I see Eli looking at me concernedly.

    "It all go okay?" he asks.

    I smile at him.  "Yep.  Just some basic translations.  Now," I give him a look full of laughter, "How many more glasses did you break while I was talking with Yvonne?"