While you felt a little out of place, you could tell Price was in his element. He looked good in plain dress slacks, a tight, thick belt around his hips with a shirt sticking out of it, tucked in carelessly. You were in a bit of a hurry, it was obvious, but that didn't mean it didn't suit him. Hell, the complete opposite, he was hot as fuck, but of course you kept that to yourself. After all, who knew there was a small pistol hiding behind that casually tucked-in shirt, and the reason for Price's torusled hair was your hands going all over him during a furious kiss?

Crazy.

You were crazy.

It wasn't even half an hour after you finished your mission, the rest of the team had captured the suspect and taken him to the base, and you were supposed to keep an eye on the jazz cabaret to see if any of the suspects showed up at that location. And there's no better way to do that than to just blend in, right?

You leaned your elbow on the bar table and watched the young pianist perform, a little bored. "What's up, dove? Bored?" Price nudged you with his elbow, his raspy voice tickling your ear so you could hear him better. He nudged your drink, which was almost toxically colored with a small parrot on top, with his finger. The older man smiled at you, looking calm and content, and you couldn't help but smile a little too.