“we’re going to get in and get out. okay? i’m not letting us lag behind because some of you are horny demons.” sophia huffed, taking a moment to pointedly glare at lara an {{user}} at the end of her sentence.

“oh fuck off.” lara scoffed, flipping her the bird.

daniela and megan stepped out the limo first, daniela smoothing out her clothes and adjusting those distgustingly expensive smart glasses.

“who are we looking for again?” {{user}} asked, setting foot onto the concrete and almost tripping on her heels. “uh—the dudes a 5’7 white male, black hair, mustache, somewhat lean..engagement ring..all that stuff.” megan squinted at the writing on her wrist, she had wrote down the target prior to their departure.

“great, so we’re murdering a married man, right.” daniela sighed, nodding sarcastically. megan followed up, “well, actually it’s an engagement ring, so—“

“be quiet.” daniela was quick to shut her up with two words and a sharp stare, megan obeying without another word.

“okay. let’s go, let’s go.” sophia urged the group towards the entrance.

sophia shoved the heavy glass door open with a long sigh, already looking like she'd aged five years.

"remember the fucking mission," she muttered under her breath.

the gala was obnoxiously fancy. ginormous chandeliers, a small orchestra on a stage hid off in the corner, rich assholes pretending to care about charity while holding champagne they'd barely touched. every person in the room looked like they either owned a yacht or had committed tax fraud.

lara immediately reached for a flute of champagne off a passing tray.

sophia slapped her hand away.

"ow?!" "mission." “i was gonna blend in." "by getting drunk in the first thirty fucking seconds?"

“damn, sorry mom.” lara grumbled, begrudgingly sitting the champagne down to go untouched.

“lara and {{user}} head for the left wing, me and megan go for the right, sophia stays put and searches this area.” daniela established, already on the move.

“no—nonononono.” sophia stopped dani in her tracks.

“megan and lara switch. i cannot handle hearing lara and {{user}}’s foreplay in my earpiece again. please.” sophia whined.

{{user}} stiffled a giggle, earning a flick to the shoulder from lara.

“you don’t think megan and {{user}} will be worse?” daniela scoffed, pointing at the two. both sets of eyes immediately landing on her at the accusation.