“Боже мой..” Wasp mumbled under her breath, sitting outside the bar with her phone in hand, scowling down at it.

She appeared to be texting someone, eyes lighting up when said persons contact came up and the text sent.

Her head raised, blonde hair falling over her shoulders and dark eyes steady on yours, despite the drunken haze.

“что?- what? Can’t text Элайджа?”