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Elle couldn’t help but let out a cackle, one that commonly came out when Amalia was around. The duo were a fairly fierce pair that hadn’t been expected in the least. Given Eleanor’s history with females to begin with, she had never saw herself joining this group of individuals and making a friend out of a woman there. But Amalia was different. She had a spirit similar to Elle’s and one that also loved a healthy dose of competition. So while other woman would grow offended and annoyed with each other, the two only fueled their passion for life around each other, even to a level that the two preferred not to go.
It was that fuel that had them in front of a dart board, playing for the next title between the two. From what it seemed, they both owed each other a fortune, one they didn’t have the means to go about. But, at the end of the day, the title was more than enough to bring a spark to the flame of their friendship.
“Eh, I was hoping that you would have learned something by now,” she through another dart that landed close to the bullseye, but not in the same rim. Not every throw she made could be perfect, but she felt strong enough in her game that this was still going to stay in her court. “But now that you’ve closed the last door to escape, you’re gonna have to take the beating.” Eleanor let out a laugh, throwing her last dart that hit an eighteen score before turning back her.
“Oh, sweetheart.” She clicked her teeth together, wavering her hips as she grabbed the three darts from the board and handed them abruptly into the other girl’s hands. “I couldn’t even dream of losing to you. My imagination isn’t that wild. I fear you take me as an easy girl nowadays.”
A wide smile curled on the edge of her lips as she listed to Elle lose it. Her laugh was an contagious one, one that could make a whole room light up. But instead of telling her that, Amalia shook her head as she watched her continuing on in her fit of laughter. “Has anyone told you that your laugh is horrendous? Lord knows if that thing were to ever slip out during a mission, you’d surely blow your cover. Now I know why we never get paired up for any assignments and its all your fault. Jesus, Elle.” She shook her head a little bit as she tried to hide her own smile that kept inching outwards as she watched her friend.
But all signs of the smile was gone after watching her throw the darts. Standing up a little bit straighter and holding her arms across her chest, Amalia’s mode shifted. She was no longer in some kind of game, this was now serious business and Amalia was determined to beat the agent at her own game.
“Learn what? That you’re not as big and scary as you want people to believe? Oh honey, trust me, I’ve learned that a long time ago. You’re not fooling me anymore.” Her eyebrow arched as she watched yet another dart fly through the air and land on the board. Amalia held her arms closer to her as she looked down from the board. “You always seem to doubt me yet most of them time you end up under my feet. I mean, feel free to tell yourself whatever you need to in order to be okay with the fact that you actual have some competition for once in your life.
Her comment was enough to get her riled up. If there was one thing that she hated more than anything in this world, it was when people doubted her, look right past her. Her fists clenched as she listened to the other agent go on, but she didn’t say anything. She knew she would have her time to prove her wrong. “I mean, you’ve lost to me before, what’s stopping you from losing again?”









