out like a light || adrien & stevie
“I think I fucked up.” Stevie announced on her way through the door of the man’s office. Blood from the three men slain in what she would claim was self defense still stained on her skin.
“I know we talked about setting a trap. And I intended on that. Sticking to the plan, right? But the rats didn’t even get a chance to touch the cheese,” Stevie glossed over, tossing a series of polaroids on his desk with evidence of their demise. “This one,” she pointed with a tap, “wasn’t even supposed to be there, I don’t think— you don’t recognize them, do you?” 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.
Like a switch.
Stevie took a seat on the corner of the desk, glancing down at the incriminating crime scene she had fled.
“I.... juuuuumped.... the gun,” Stevie groaned out, pulling her gaze from the photographs, wondering how much of a mess she created. “I really meant to just deliver the message, I did. But then I got trigger happy, next thing I know, I’m walking out of there with blood on my SHIRT. Was such a nice shirt..”
Stevie leered over to Adrien, trying to read his eyes. And in her own personalized fashion, she tried to shift the conversation. “Wanna talk compensation?”
