out like a light || adrien & stevie
āI think I fucked up.ā Stevie announced on her way through the door of the manās office.Ā Blood from the three men slain in what she would claim was self defense still stained on her skin.Ā
āI know we talked about setting a trap. And I intended on that. Sticking to the plan, right? But the rats didnāt even get a chance to touch the cheese,ā Stevie glossed over, tossing a series of polaroids on his desk with evidence of their demise. āThis one,ā she pointed with a tap, āwasnāt even supposed to be there, I donāt thinkā you donāt recognize them, do you?ā A little discomfort passed her mind, as it seemed she may have offed an innocent bystander. But just as quickly as it entered, it was gone.Ā
Like a switch.
Stevie took a seat on the corner of the desk, glancing down at the incriminating crime scene she had fled.Ā
āIā¦. juuuuumpedā¦.Ā the gun,ā Stevie groaned out, pulling her gaze from the photographs, wondering how much of a mess she created.Ā āI really meant to just deliver the message, I did. But then I got trigger happy, next thing I know, Iām walking out of there with blood on my SHIRT. Was such a nice shirt..ā
Stevie leered over to Adrien, trying to read his eyes. And in her own personalized fashion, she tried to shift the conversation. āWanna talk compensation?ā
Even with the sudden intrusion, he somehow managed to maintain his composure, though he was sure his eyes were saying everything his mouth wasnāt. His face was expressive in that way. And one of them was always speaking.
ā I can see that... ā came his oddly cool reply, taking in her scarlet-stained clothing. To anyone else, anyone normal, it may have elicited a different reaction- one of fright or concern, and yet it made him lick his bottom lip, just for a second, and maybe made his dick twitch. he was fucked up, but going with the stronger emotions of confusion and anger was likely easier in this case.
For her, at least.
ā Iām sure you can just jank another, huh? Should have taken one of theirs. Sā your specialty, aināt it?ā If he smoked cigarettes, he wouldāve take one out by now, but he always kept his lungs in tact. What was he going to do, be a shitty sax player?
ā Yeah sure, letās talk compensation. Or, letās just t a l k.Ā Starting withĀ what the hell did you do with them? Letās start there, actually. AĀ great place to start.ā He pulled the pictures closer to his side, but his eyes didnāt leave hers. ā Did you fucking hide these idiots and deal with it, or do IĀ have to take money out of our compensation to keep some idiots quiet now?ā He raised a brow awaiting a likely bumbling response, reaching into his desk, third drawer down, pulling out a bottle of whiskey.
ā By the way, you reek.ā Adrien was thankful for his bag he kept stowed away, full of clothes and anything else one could need for living on the road or making a grand escape. ā Go look in there for something, for godās sake. ā Heād catch his breath and poor them both a glass, examining the photos further.
Of course he knew all of the men in question: one was practically a stranger but Adrien had an affinity for remembering peopleās faces, the other two much more on his radar. One of them had been a pain in his ass for a while now, a suspected narc and he was relieved to see his corpse in a polaroid. Likely were just in the wrong place at the possibly wrong time, but her trigger happy nature somehow both worried, and amused him.
It could cause him a hell of a lot of grief down the line, but it also could save him a headache or two.
Still. it couldn't always escalate to this.
" As much as I admire your fighting nature, Steph, " he started, gesturing with his tumbler in her direction " I'm gonna need you to take a second or two before you start firing next time. But.. that's what this is about. Getting you used to these types of situations. and what.. arises." The metallic smell kept hitting him, coming in waves, only stoking the fire inside him. Everything about this new prospect made him excited.