[NINE.] snatch and grab
━"BEER?" A glaring, cold bottle of Heineken obscured her view as Seven's voice snapped her back into reality. She looked up at him before glancing back at the bottle on his hand.
"No. I'm good."
"You sure?"
Nodding at him to answer his question, Seven decided to let her be and shrugged as he took a sip of beer.
Leaning against the post beside her, Eight's attention returned back to the busy streets of Hongkong. She let the noises and chatters surrounding the food stall drown the ill feeling sitting atop her chest since the morning she woke up from the bed. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't erase it.
She tried to close her eyes a couple of times. Forcing herself to forget the lingering touches One had left on her body, but to no avail.
As the afternoon breeze danced through her exposed skin, she remembered the marks littering across her body. Eight opened her eyes, zipping the jacket Four kindly offered to her when he noticed her shivering form earlier.
"So..." Seven started, sitting next to Three as Two smiled on the latter. "...how long's this been going on?"
He pointed at Three's hand holding a fruit that Two was currently eating. The two of them didn't even tried to hide the affection in their eyes as Two took another bite.
"I've been wondering the same thing." Five chimed in, confusion written on her face. "Florence?"
Three's loud sigh made Eight's attention turn into them. She sat down next to Two, grinning widely, as she anticipates on how will the lovebirds explain their current situation.
Before the hitman can even answer, Seven's eyes lit up. Snapping his fingers as he came into the conclusion.
"No. Vegas!"
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ATOMIC BLONDE ━ One (six underground)
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