“Just focus on the very beautiful woman who’s kissing you right now. Screw work. You don’t have to worry about it until Monday.” She leaves three good sized marks on her neck before slowly pulling back. With a sparkle in her eyes, she gently rises Natalie’s chin with her hand. She winks before pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
Uh, that’s a bad brand of bleach (O/O)
She whines softly when she leaves the marks on her neck, her eyes fluttering open as she spoke. When her lips touched hers it felt like an electric current went through her body, a soft groan coming from her lips before she pulled away for a second, looking into her eyes with her lips parted and slightly swollen already. “You’re making it really hard for me to not just make myself get wasted and go home with you” she whined, biting her own lip harshly
She relishes every second of the kiss. It feels as though fire is bursting throughout her body in the best way possible. She bites back a protest when the kiss comes to an end. “Then just give in already. We can go back to the bar and order more shots and then head back to my place. It’ll be very worthwhile?” She purrs, leaning in to teasingly nip at her earlobe.
“I’ll go for the shots, but I can’t promise you’ll be winning” she purred, letting her lips graze against Charlie’s before taking her hand, leading her back over to the bar and ordering some more shots.
“We’ll see able that,” She laughs as she allows herself to be lead back over to the bar. Grabbing the first available shot, she quickly drinks it. The alcohol gives her even more confidence than usual. It can be a deadly combination.
They go through another round of shots and a half an Natalia begins to get tipsy, her eyes never leaving the woman. Her gaze was either on her eyes, her lips or her body, her mind whirring with dirty thoughts as the alcohol began to take a toll.
“Fuck” she whined, smashing down the shot before wiping her lips, the light pink lip gloss she was wearing smudged already from the kiss. “Looks like I’m tipsy” she muttered to herself, biting her lip as she looked over and up st Charlie, eyes filled with intent
Charlie starts to suffer the affects of the alcohol not long after. Her drinking record is impressive but she’s had a lot to drink tonight. However, she’s having the time of her life being with Natalie so she doesn’t want to stop. Her eyes remains glued to the other woman. She finds her to be captivating.
Throwing back that last shot, she slams it down on the counter with much more force than intended. The glass cracks but doesn’t break. “Whoops,” She giggles, fluttering her lashes. “Natalie, you’re very pretty, do you know that?” She runs her hand lightly across the other woman’s face.
She smirks up when she notices her behaviour. This girl is hammered she thought to herself giddily, not knowing that she was less drunk than she herself was. “I did, actually” she laughs back, batting away a guy that tried to steal her from Charlie. She giggles before kissing her again, her kisses messy and needy as she ran her fingers through her hair. “You are too, but I assume you know?” She replies, her lips barely leaving Charlie’s to speak
She presses her lips against hers, soaking in all of the attention that she’s getting. The only time she’s a people person is when she’s drunk and at a bar or party. This just so happens to combine all three. Though, she doesn’t exactly remember who she came to the party with and what the party is for. It doesn’t really matter now anyways.
After a moment, the kiss ends but she leaves her face close to Natalie’s. “Yes, I am very aware of that but I wouldn’t mind you saying it again.”
She leaves her lips on hers, her eyes flickering up to meet hers again. “You’re gorgeous” she purred, biting Charlie’s bottom lip and dragging it out before kissing her again, running her fingers through the woman’s hair.
She wraps her arms around her waist, holding her as close as possible without either of them falling off of their stools. The kiss drives her absolutely wild and leaves her wanting more. “Let’s call this a tie and just rent a hotel room.”
She smirked at her suggestion, picking up on her neediness and denying the solution. “No” she muttered softly, her voice cutesy and innocent. “Sleeping with each other was never part of the deal, silly” she purred with that same coy tone. But if you do want some action tonight, don’t hold it against me. Go right ahead.” She hummed, twirling a piece of her own hair in her fingers. “But, if you do, you might be going home with someone, but you won’t be going home with my number” she explained, backing away from her ace teasingly, a wide smirk taking over her expression
She gestures for the bartender to bring her another drink. She’s going to need it if she’s going to keep hanging out with this girl. The drink is gone in just a few split seconds. She tosses some money on the counter before standing up. “I’m going home. Come with me or don’t but I’m going to go now.” Tonight was supposed to be relaxing. She’d grab a few drinks and maybe take home a causal fling. Nothing like this. She should not have gotten drunk. There’s a man that needs to be killed tomorrow. Dealing with a hangover while trying to murder someone just isn’t the best of ideas. Even her less than sober state knows this.
She could tell how annoyed she was and it made her feel like she'd gained some leverage back. "I'll come, but just to make sure you get home safe," she replied, not knowing that she'd probably end up crashing on the girl's couch at the end of the night. She picked up her purse, giving the bartender a tip and asking him to call a cab while she went outside and lit a smoke. She pulled a lighter out of her bra and a cigarette from her purse, her heels clicking as she walked out to the front of the bar and lit up her drug of the night.
"That's not nessicary, I can get home just fine on my own," She brushes off the offer without a second thought. Rather than bothering to wait for a cab, she starts to walks down the sidewalk. Her apartment is about a ten minute walk away. That's ten full minutes for her to try and clear her head. Pulling an army knife out of her purse, she encloses it in her hand. Having a knife is often a deterrent for would be robbers.
She watches her walk away disappointedly, never having given the woman her number. Oh well, she didn't seem to want anything to do with her rather than a fling anyway. She soon got into the cab that was waiting for her, hoping she wasn't too tipsy for the business she was supposed to be doing tomorrow. Meeting her new partner in crime. She never wanted a partner and preferred to work alone, but hopefully it'd be fine. She soon arrived at her house, changing from her lace underwear into comfy ones and an oversized tee, hopping into bed and falling asleep a few minutes after.
(Timeskip?)
(Yep! To them meeting as murderers?)
(Yup! How about they work for the same organization or whatever and are assigned to be partners but Charlie had no idea? )
(Yeah, that would be really interesting!)
(Alright, could you start us off?)
(Sure! Did you want them to meet up while waiting for the victim?)
(How about jut after Charlie has committed le deed?)
(Perfect!)
Charlie crouches down on a roof, watching the house across the street. Rather than her usual preference of a knife, she's opted to go for a gun. This target is part of gang who's members are highly trained. She doesn't want to take a risk when she doesn't have to, hence the gun. Glancing up at the darkening sky, she takes a deep breath. Today has been crazy but she knows that she needs to focus. If she's not in the right mindset she could make a mistake and that's just not an option. She stays perfectly still, not wanting to risk getting caught. Lucky for her, the sun has finally set and coated the city in darkness, save for the streetlights of course. She doesn’t have to wait much longer. Only a few more minutes pass before her target emerges from the safety of his home. She wastes no time before she lines up the perfect shot. The man steps onto the sidewalk and she squeezes the trigger. A bullet propels from the gun and whips across the street, heading straight for the man’s head. It’s a perfect kill shot. She smiles smugly before climbing down from the roof and going to deal with the mess.
(I will reply soon, just that school just started and I already have homework! I’m working on my response, I promise!)
(Take your time! :) )
Natalia pushes her hair out of her face as she walks towards the house the will be scaling. That supposed to be where she meets her new partner. She's never liked working with others, but it was what her cooperation wanted, and she wanted to keep her job, so she acquiesced. She was dressed in black leggings and a black long-sleeved shirt along with her new, temporary black dyed hair tucked into a bun. She had to admit, she looked hot in her work clothes. She smiled when she heard the gun go off and a body falls down somewhere, even with the suppressor on it. She scaled the building quickly, walking over to the laid down body, of whom seemed to be a woman, and sat down next to them, waiting for them to notice her. She didn't realize who it was, for she hadn't gotten a full glimpse of their face yet.
Charlie nudges the dead body's side with the tip of her boot. Her noise wrinkles in disdain. This is always her least favorite part. She leans back on her heels with a sigh. Blowing a strand of hair from her blonde wing out of her face, she pulls on some gloves. Her outfit consists of black leggings, a black tank top, a black jacket, a blonde wig, and brown contact lenses. "Alright, you stupid bastard, let's get this over with," She mutters, glaring at the dead body. Not a day goes by that she doesn't wish that the company would shell out for a clean up team. Her entire body stiffen the second she heard approaching footsteps. "What do you want?" She snaps, whirling around and pointing her gun at the woman before her. She doesn't shoot yet just in case the company sent someone to check up on her. They don't quite trust her due to her rebellious nature.
She smirks and raises her hands in the air, grinning deviously when she caught a glimpse of the woman. "Holy shit, I didn't know you had work in this business too…what is it… Charlie, right?" she smirked gallantly, raising an eyebrow at her before dropping her arms. She walked over to her, placing her hand over the barrel of the gun and pulling it down from where it was aimed at her. She bit her lip, looking her up and down, "Sexy outfit, going to a club after you clean up here?"
Recognition flickers in her eyes after a moment. "You're that girl from the club. Emma? Nora? Natasha? Um……..Oh! Natalie!" It takes her a second to put a name to the face. She tucks her gun away, knowing that the organization sent her. "I'm doing a lot of things once I'm done here. What do you want? Did the boss man send you to check up on me? I told that old geezer that I'm shoving a gun down his damn throat if he sends another one of his lap dogs." The constant check ups annoy the hell out of her. She gets the job done. That should be the only thing that matters in this line of business.
"Damn, how many girls did you see that night?" she laughed, sitting down on a smooth cement block next to the body. "No, actually, I was told I was now your partner in crime" she explained, twirling her hair in her hands. "But yeah, the old geezer sure is a dick" she replied, looking up at her slyly.