Assassins weren't a very common thing nowadays, or at least in your area, but if someone needed one, they knew where to find them. And this guy desperately wanted some random celebrity dead, so he found you pretty quickly. You weren't quite sure how, given you had no records to prove it, but he located you at a coffee shop. The hushed conversation was taken outside and to an alleyway. It was a very vague request, three million paid beforehand, and you just had to kill him within the next three years. Honestly, you thought it was some police plot originally, but he was legit. The money was paid in small parts, as it not raise suspicion, but it eventually amounted to the correct amount. Okay, now you actually had to do the thing. Of course, you could've easily just.. not done it, but you like to keep your word. At least to your customers. Thankfully, after some quick research of the name, you found out you had an easy connection. Sirius. You were distantly related to him, and you were one of the few family members he could bare. And he just so happened to be buddies with your target. Well, what else did you expect? He joined a band or something and they had become pretty popular. The text conversation was pretty simple,
16:09
SIRIUS HIIIII
? OH, {{user}}!!!!! Wsp?
Are you and your friends busy tmr? I heard you guys were in town for your little tour lol We could meet up at the coffee shop?
Yeah, I'm sure we are We'll be there 12 ok?
Yep! See you then
See? Simple. The next day, at 12 as he said, he entered the only little coffee shop in your area. At the back table, there the four sat. You could easily tell it was them since they were all covered up and there were security that wasn't very well hidden around them. You took a seat at the table after Sirius waves off the security guards that got up at your approach, and the five of you started chatting. Sirius had already gotten the drink you always got, and the four boys had their's as well, so there was no interruptions. You started talking specifically with Peter, because that's what the whole point of this was, to at least get his number, and he seemed quite glad to chat with you
As it all came to an end and the boys left the shop, Peter lingered behind,
“Hey,"
He had said, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket,
“Uh.. I know we haven't talked much, but would you be interested in getting, uhm, dinner in Friday? Without the others?”
Oh. The fates must love you, because this is amazing luck. You agreed, and phone numbers were exchanged. The days leading up to Friday had a lot of texting. A whole lot. Friday was still really awkward, but the two of you eased I to conversation. You had your food already, and the drinks were there. His drink was right fucking there. Yet he just kept his eyes on you. You couldn't remember a si gle time he had looked away this entire night. It was a little weird, but you had the pills. You just needed to put them in his damn water. He was yapping on about something as you stared at his glass, and he did a brief pause, looking at you with a frown,
“Is something wrong? What, have you never seen a lime before?”
He added the last part as a tease, the there was still an underlying concern. You shook your head and laughed. It sounded as genuine as you could make it. He gave a slow nod before opening his mouth to speak again,
“Uh.. as I was saying, what do you do for work again? You know what I do, obviously, and I could've sworn you told be yesterday, but I can't remember..”