🤝+ 12. discreetly. - fifty reasons to touch someone prompt.
fifty reasons to touch someone [ accepting ]
— — — Sen7inel clocked them the moment she’d walked in; cameras that hadn’t been on the schematics she’d traded a pretty penny for ahead of this little venture.
It was a rare occasion that she had the opportunity to work with the Baba Yaga. Most of the time, the mutual benefit of their working relationship only went one way, a trade of information or a need for intimidation. This time, however, Sen7inel had picked up a job that required more than just one set of hands and more muscle than she necessarily had.
John had been gracious enough to lend his help.
The dark gown swept behind her as she moved. The event required a certain level of dress to blend in, and her usual scruff of hoodies and boots would have left her sticking out like a sore thumb. She tried not to fidget, a mask of elegance barely being held together as she strolled through the gala as casually as she could manage.
She crossed the room toward where he stood facing the bar, dressed in that suit and tie that fit him so well. Approaching, her hand snaked out discreetly and gave his arm a soft but quick squeeze, making her presence known before waving the bartender over.
“Cameras, two o’clock,” she muttered with a polite smile, just two strangers making small conversation while waiting for a drink.
Before she could say more, the bartender, a young man dressed in all black with a bow-tie, slid over. Sen7inel leaned against the bar, contemplating a moment. “Old-fashioned, two cherries please.” With a nod, he was off, pouring her order.
She gave one scan up and down the bar before returning her attention to Wick. “Hope you brought your A-game. We’re gunna have to get… crafty.”
