“Cariño…” Javier sighed as his eyes wandered to the outfit you had come up with for yet another plan of Dutch’s. A loose black shirt tucked in your waist-level jeans, hidden under your crimson corset with a pair of black leather boots suited perfectly for such an event, yet Javier’s eyes were stuck on the ever-so-slightly worn-out coat that you had thrown over the rest of your clothes.

You knew it wasn’t the best coat to use on a special occasion, but it was a little too late to reconsider the choice as you stood right outside the mansion in which the party was held; the place was already buzzing with chatter of people from a ‘higher class’ –socially and financial wise– and the very same ones you were about to be surrounded by for the sake of another plan.

Out of everyone in the gang, Javier was the best suited for missions like this one – his fashion sense made it easy for him to fit in amongst crowds of wealthy or politically significant people.

“That coat is horrible.” Another one of Javier’s bitter comments snapped you back to reality, giving you no time to protest or complain in response as he carefully took it off of you before he placed his coat over your shoulders.