Draven raised an eyebrow. “That so, Vasquez? I didn’t know that thieves had honor. I thought they simply stabbed anyone in the back the moment they turned.” As he said it, he felt a pulsing pain in his leg, but ignored it. Reaching out, he picked up the whetstone, put it in his pocket, and strolled away.
(Quick question: what is true mission?)
((True mission?))
"Hope ya like lobster!" Canary called over her shoulder. It was an odd and vague comment, but she started up the game right after.
(Yeah. I feel kind of pathetic for asking now, but, ya know…)
Draven actually snorted before remembering that he hated her. Shaking away the amusement, he brushed his hair from his face and looked around for someone to snog.
((Oh, you mean like why they're there?))
Canary bet exactly one hundred dollars, losing purposefully, much to the enjoyment of her opponents, who were grinning and cheering. With that, she stood, adjusting the cocktail dress and slipping up to the bar. She chatted idly with a group of women, seemingly making casual conversation. What nobody would ever actually get to know, was she took missions more seriously than she pretended to, and had decided on gathering info.
(Yeah.)
((I'm still figuring out details, but basically, there's a casino that's been the sight of a bunch of shady shit, and the Organization(for lack of a better name), have sent these two to go infiltrate however they can, and figure out what's going on. It's not the one they're at, and the name hasn't been disclosed to them yet))
(Cool, thanks.)
Draven pressed the woman against the wall, kissing her hard. She had seemed rich enough, and like she would know something about it. And the best way to get information, as much as he hated it, was to, well, “get into her pants.”
Canary flirted idly with whoever she could, gathering bits of information and spending a bot of her cash on buying other people drinks. She never went beyond words, couldn't make herself, and refused to let anyone else buy her a drink. She'd made that mistake before.
After getting some interesting information, Draven set out to find Bird Brain, because, as much as he hated it, she was his partner, and he had to tell her the information he learned. He shivered slightly, still feeling greasy, manicured hands all over him, though he had left her over a half hour ago.
Canary, who had just watched a guy slip something into a girl's drink, switched the two drink with one of her usual sleights of hand, idly wondering where Draven had wandered off to. She was quick to get rid of the thought, eyeing the live band performing in the corner of the room as an idea sprung to mind.
Draven spotter her, but was distracted by a strange sight. Someone had just slipped out the window. Which wasn’t that weird, considering that at least three fourths of the place was drunk, but this person seemed very sober. He moved through the crowd towards the door and opened it.
Canary spotted Draven, tilting her head as she watched him head for a door. With nothing better to do, she slipped through the crowd easily, silently coming up behind him as he opened the door. "Watcha doin?"
Holding up a finger for silence, Draven watched as the figure glanced around once and vanished behind a corner. He didn’t glance at his partner, just hurried after.
Canary's face lit up, and she followed along, still silent as ever. Finally, things were heating up. While it would suck if this was the casino they were infiltrating, it at least meant she'd get to have some fun.
Draven followed the figure down the dark streets. It was looking back constantly, but didn’t seem to notice him. Then he heard her. Bird Brain was right behind him, and very loud. The figure seemed to have heard her too, for it sped up noticeably. He glared at her.
Canary waved dismissively, before slipping off into an alley. She never payed attention in any of her stealth classes, but that was honestly because of her prior training when it came to being quiet. And, in this case, following a target.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance and frustration, Draven followed after the figure, pulling hisbhood over his face. He farted down an alleyway. The figure led him to a dark, seemingly empty building. He opened the door, and music and light seeped out.
Interesting. Canary raised an eyebrow, watching the figure slip into the building. She had used a fire escape to make her way onto the roof of a neighboring building, where she was right now. It was easier for her to move around unnoticed up there, something she'd found out way back in Brooklyn.
Draven peered in. It was a loud, bustling tavern, filled with shady-looking people. He saw people gambling, stabbing each other, getting drunker than hell. He spotted people pickpocketing, people with missing limbs, dead bodies. It was as though he had entered into the criminal's paradise,
There's always a back entrance. Canary thought as she hopped over the small gap between the buildings, before slipping down into the alley next to it. And look at that. A staff door. Locked, but it took her a matter of seconds to pick said lock, and then she was inside.
Draven slipped inside. Nobody took any notice of him. He had killed his hood low over his face, and was trying not to talk to anyone or be noticed.
Canary was very much the opposite of Draven, standing out in her yellow leather jacket and with her confidence and odd ease in the room. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she flirted easily with a large man at the bar, subtly scanning the room as she did so. Her confidence and the way she stood out, though the opposite of anything a spy should be, was working perfectly fine. It's what she was good at.
Draven rolled his eyes. Of course she was going for that approach. He ordered a drink as well, and sat near her, but not close enough that it seemed as though he knew her.
Canary very much seemed to belong in the casino, something that was honestly slightly worrying. What was even worse, was that she very much seemed buzzed, as though she'd been drinking. She was playing idly with a knife that wasn't hers, one she'd nicked from a man on her way in, as she chatted up the guy she was with.
Draven rolled his eyes at her behavior and listened in to two men next to him, who were deep in conversation.
“Is it true?” One asked. “The Lazy Dog Casino is swinging hands?”
The other guy nodded. “Yeah,” he said in a rough voice that made Draven want to clear his throat just hearing it. “It is. And to Alexander Wolfe himself!”
“No!” The first guy said in awe.