Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 19 - A Nice, Friendly Car Ride

A fizzing sound echoed throughout the room, the cork of yet another champagne bottle being popped from its carafe, the roaring chatter amongst the troupe following suit.

Around me I watched as alcohol was passed between members, some respectfully declining it while others were taking it without a second thought.

If it weren't for the fact that it were the fifth bottle to be opened directly after the previous, and I hadn't already drunken three glasses, perhaps I would have been apart of the latter group.

Kortopi approached me, holding the newly opened bottle of bubbly. "Would you like another, Y/n?" I stared at him, glancing at the cup he was previously drinking out of, then to him and then the bottle in his grasp.

Was he even old enough to drink? Upon that thought, I looked at the group surrounding me and mentally sighed. Never mind...

"Ah. No, thank you." I smiled, and while Kortopi seemed to be content with my answer, I watched a smirk twist onto Phinks' face.

"Come on, Y/n. We're celebrating, here." He stood from his wooden crates and walked towards me in what I assume was meant to be an intimidating manner. If he moved even two steps closer his chest would be against mine. "One more glass couldn't hurt."

"I said I'm fine, thank you. I much prefer not to drink in large quantities during missions." A small smile appeared on my face, as I crossed my legs showing finality through my movements.

A grin appeared on his face, as he cocked an eyebrow at me. "Oh? New girl's a light weight, huh?" I felt the urge to scoff. You should see me after I've raided a targets private collecting. The amount of times dear Illumi has been sent to check on me, only to find me drinking away while staring at the bloody corpses surrounding me.

Unfortunately, with everything that's happened tonight, I was mentally drained. Sure, I knew that I was most certainly capable of holding my alcohol but under the circumstances, said beverage would not mix well with the mental strain I was was foregoing.

Due to my lack of reply, Phinks' grin only grew. While still standing in him place infront of me, he turned his head to look at the midget who, to my surprise, was watching us closely. "Hey, Feitan! Looks like it won't as hard to get her into your bed as we thought—!"

With a scrunched up expression, I lifted my leg and forcefully pushed him away with my foot, causing him to stumble slightly, a chuckle passing through his lips.

Feitan's watchful expression twisted into one of distain, his eyes flashing to me before growling. "Fuck off." He reached for his glass and aggressively swallowed a gulp of the expensive champagne we had stolen, keeping his eyes averted from my own.

Phinks' chuckle grew into a hearty chortle, I could have sworn I saw him swipe a tear from his eye as he laughed at the exchange.

The boss cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention, including my own. He sighed, placing a mark in his book before closing it shut and standing up.

"The auction was a success, now all that's left is to transport the merchandise back to base. Y/n and Feitan, you'll be with me. Everyone else, take the limo back to the base." He smiled at us.

I looked up with an almost annoyed expression. This doesn't feel smart.

"Hey, boss? How are we going to take everything? It won't all fit in the limo." The innocent looking blonde, Shalnark, asked.

Chrollo's head tilted ever so slightly, before he held out his hand, the same book from our earlier fight appearing.

He walked over to the mound of boxes and crates, pulling out the cloak he attempted to use when Zeno had sent his dragon lance after him. I suppose I'm about to find out what he was trying to do earlier.