🚨Small Trigger Warning🚨
After me and Loki had finished our (very cold) showers, Esme came in and handed us an outfit each.
"I'm not wearing that." I snap.
"She's not wearing that." confirmed Loki.
"Is this silk?" gasped Peter, feeling part of his outfit with a confused look on his face.
"You guys have to look sexy." she sighed.
"But this is beyond sexy, Esme. This dress leaves nothing to the imagination." I sigh, looking at the skintight outfit that ends at my upper thigh.
"Loki, doesn't she look sexy?" asks Esme.
"What?"
"Oh come on, I know you two like each other. Peter's quite the gossip once he starts talking." she chuckles.
I glare at Peter and he shrugs innocently, smiling.
"But, Loki, is it sexy?" asks Esme, smirking.
"Very. Too sexy." he says.
Is that a compliment or not? Who cares? It's Loki for gods sake.
"You're wearing it. Now lets go." said Esme, ushering us out of the door.
We arrive at some sort of large hall and Esme knocks on the door.
"State your name." called a voice from behind the door.
"Scrapper 48 and my contenders." Esme answers.
The door slowly opens and we walk inside, earning the attention of the whole room.
"Scrapper 48, good to see you again!" beams the Grandmaster, taking her hand and kissing it smoothly, "And your lovely contenders, how scrumptious do they look today, hm? Perhaps i could have a piece of them later if you'd deliver them to my living quarters."
"I'm sorry to tell you, Grandmaster, but my contenders will be training tonight and won't have any free time. Though, if they win, I'm sure their schedule may free up." she says, formally.
"Oh, well what a shame! You might wanna chop chop on getting some sponsors if you're training later then. Go ahead, and don't forget to have some fun." he smiles.
"What a weirdo." I mutter to Loki.
He just chuckles and puts an arm around me as we follow Esme into the crowd.
"So.. what's the plan?" asks Peter.
"Get people to like us." I reply as we walk.
"And that's exactly why Esme is going to do all of the talking." Loki laughed.
"Why?" asked Peter, not getting the joke.
"Let's just say we're not the most likeable people in the universe." I smirk.
"Get some drinks." says Esme, leading us to the bar.
She orders four shots and passes each of us one, downing her own.
"Don't drink that." I tell Peter, taking his off him.
"What? Why? You're drinking yours." he argues.
"I'm also 1049 years old. End of discussion. I don't want a drunk 16 year old on my hands."
"17 now, actually."
"I said end of discussion." I demand, taking my shot.
Loki takes his and shakes his head, "Argh, that's strong. What is it?" he asks.
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