Ship Happens

March x Samia

"Well," Samia began with a sigh. "I think it's safe to declare this a failure."

She leaned against the table at the bar, her legs crossed and her back straight as she watched people chat with each other, laughing in their own conversations they were engrossed in. The bar was more upper end; men wore suits to show off their wealth, or at least to act like they had some, and the women wore tight dresses with low cuts to show their body in the hopes of getting a man to hand them his wallet.

March nodded in agreement, resting his head on his wrist in boredom. He was really hoping to see some fighting tonight. Maybe more to watch the woman next to him in a tight black dress with a slit down the side of the skirt to kick the shit out of someone in her heels, but there are other opportunities to see this happen. Apparently their information had been wrong, and the man who was their target wasn't actually going to be there tonight.

"There's still time for him to show up," March said, offering a chance of hope.

Samia gave him a weird look as she set down her glass next to the two other full ones she had. March would be lying if he said that her having two different men buy her an expensive glass of alcohol wasn't a bit bothersome, but she never touched them. He wasn't sure if it was because she didn't care, didn't like the drinks, or out of her own paranoia that they could have something in them. Maybe all of the above. Either way he felt better knowing she didn't touch them.

"That's uncharacteristic of you."

He rose a thick eyebrow at her. "What is?"

"Being optimistic."

He shrugged. "Fair enough."

"He's not showing up," Samia concluded as she bounced her exposed leg out of boredom. "I guess we got dressed up for nothing."

Marched glanced at her, taking a moment to admire the dark liner on her eyes, the way her hair stayed in neat curls she had put time into, how smooth her skin looked, the gentle curves of her chest...

He blinked and cleared his throat, hoping she didn't notice his eyes wandering. "I wouldn't say that."

She gave a single dry laugh. "Says the guy who complained about having to look decent for a couple of hours."

"I will always complain about that, but at least the rest of us gets to see some eye candy thanks to you." She smacked his shoulder to which he gave an amused grin towards. She rolled her eyes at him but didn't look upset.

"I wonder how Sierra's tasks are going," the raven hair girl wondered out loud.

"Probably having a more eventful night than we are. Her target was probably where they were supposed to be."

"Maybe. Or she's getting her shit rocked," Samia thought out loud.

"Doesn't sound like a bad time," March simply answered.

She snorted. "I didn't take you as the one on the receiving end."

He gave her a sarcastic smile, and even in that moment while she knew it wasn't a genuine one, she still found her chest tighten. His face was angular and the fact that one of his eyes was covered by a patch would make anyone shy away, nothing about him screamed 'approachable,' but for some reason she wanted to stare at him all day. She blinked when she came to the realization she had no idea what she said.

"We should probably head out before we do attract any trouble," Samia finally said, sliding off of her barstool and grabbing the keys out of her purse. No one would find anything normal in it outside of the set of unpersonalized car keys that she handed to March. He took them and they left the bar.