forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Spencer chuckled.

"Yeah, I suppose I got the better end of the deal here, didn't I? Oh, we're here," he stated as they reached a large, white door with the number 114 painted on in black.

“I guess we are,” Anya sighed, fingering the ends of her long hair. “Goodbye, three years worth of my own hair,” she added.

"After you," Spencer said, pushing the door open and motioning for Anya to go first.

“Thanks,” Anya nodded, slipping through. The room was brightly lit, seven spacious stalls scattered around for the actual disguise process. All of the disguises themselves were neatly organized in boxes or on racks.

//that ok?

(Yeah, of course.)

Spencer followed Anya into the disguise room, blinking at the brightness of the lights that contrasted with the dimly-lit hallway. A tall red-head smiled at him and Anya when she noticed them, gesturing for them to sit on one of the white couches while they waited. Once she had finished what she was doing, she made her way over to the couch and introduced herself.

"Hey, guys. I'm Rosie, hair-and-makeup-extraordinaire!" she joked with a smile. "What can I help you with?"

“This,” Anya said, handing the woman her new disguise picture out of the folder but not the folder itself. That, she kept clutched to her chest.

"Here's mine," Spencer said, handing his photo to Rosie.

Rosie studied the pictures in her hands, glancing between them and the agents. She nodded. "I can do this. Though I'll need to get David over here to see about your clothes," she declared, turning and walking towards an area that had already been set up for this purpose. "Come on, take a seat over here. Who wants to go first?"

Spencer followed her over, glancing at Anya to see if she'd prefer to go first or if he should.

“Not me,” Anya said, raising her hands in a motion of surrender. “I’m keeping my hair as long as possible.”

"I suppose that means I'm first," Spencer sighed.

Rosie laughed quietly, then motioned for him to take a seat in the poofy, white chair in front of the bright vanity. Makeup and hair supplies sat in neat rows, clearly organized in a way that Rosie could find what she needed when she needed it.

"All right. I'll start on your hair first, and I'll show you how to do it yourself, as I'm not going to be with you to do it for you every day," she said. With a glance at Anya, she mentioned, "And you can watch so that you help him with it, too, if you’d like." With that said, she started on Spencer's hair, showing them both what to do and how to do it.

Anya nodded along, absorbing the new info.

"So that's how you do it," Rosie declared as she finished, gesturing to Spencer's hair with a flourish. "And now for your contacts. Let's see…" She started to rifle through the supplies on the vanity, searching for the perfect color. When she had found what she wanted, she held it up triumphantly, smiling. "Ta-da! I'll show you how to put them in on myself, using different contacts, of course, but then you'll have to put these ones in, okay?"

Spencer nodded, giving the case a wary look. He just looked plain uncomfortable when Rosie started to show him how to put them in, especially when they were actually in her eyes. Her emerald-green eyes were now a brown that was close to the color of melted dark chocolate.

"And that's how you put them in! Your turn," Rosie said, handing Spencer the case.

He sighed as he took it, then attempted to quickly and painlessly put the contacts in. Every once in a while, Rosie would interrupt him, telling him a better and easier way to do it. Finally, they were in his eyes, and seeing his now-hazel eyes was a shock at first.

Finally, it was Anya’s turn. She sat down in the chair Spencer had just vacated and allowed her elbow-length hair to be chopped off, resulting in a pageboy-ish cut, easy to hide beneath a wig. Her contacts transformed her eyes almost immediately, their artificial colour quickly flooding her natural one and taking over. Anya turned to the mirror to see an almost entirely different person. “And I assume I do the facial makeup myself, daily?” Anya asked Rosie.

Rosie nodded. "Yes, that's correct. You can do that, right? Or would you like me to show you?" she asked.

Spencer watched on in silence, standing off to the side.

“Nah, I’ve got it. I’ve been doing this long enough. Thanks though,” Anya nodded, standing up. “Spencer’s done, right?”

"No problem," Rosie replied. "Yes, he's done. I'll call David over here so that he can work on the rest of your disguises."

"Thank you," Spencer said with a nod. "Should we go wait back over there while we wait?"

Rosie shrugged. "You can if you'd like to, but he should just be over here…" she trailed off, stepping around a rack of clothes. Her voice soon came from the other side, "There you are! There are a couple of agents here that need your expertise!"

"Really? Well, let me out of here, then, so I can help them!" a deep voice said, almost sounding teasing.

"Fine," Rosie said, the same tone coming to her voice. She stepped back out, and a tall, dark-haired man followed her. David smirked and poked her in the back when they were out, and she swiftly turned around and glared at him, her cheeks coloring.

"Not right now," she hissed under her breath, probably hoping that Spencer and Anya wouldn't hear.

Spencer shot a look at Anya like, Wow… What's going on?

I ship it, Anya’s look said in return. “Uh… hi David, good to see you again. I got another mission,” Anya said aloud.

//is it ok if David and Anya know each other

(Sure!)

Spencer tried to hide the smirk that pulled on his lips as he watched the pair.

"Well, obviously!" David laughed, shooting one last quick, desiring glance at Rosie before the red-head walked away. "What kind of mission is it this time? Space demons trying to take over the universe? Someone tried to assassinate the president?"

"I'm not sure how much we're allowed to say, but we need to look like high-quality professionals," Spencer answered.

David nodded slowly, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he sifted through clothes. "That I can do," he said, pulling out some clothes. He handed Anya and Spencer some hangers with clothes in long bags. "Here, try these on. There are mostly professional clothes, but I figured that you might need something fancy at least once, so I through some other things in there as well. I just guessed at your sizes, but they should fit. There are some changing rooms just over there." He pointed towards a row of doors set into the wall a few feet away.

Spencer took the hangers from him and thanked him before heading over to change.

Anya grinned at David. “So, you and Rosie, huh? How long have you two been trying to be a thing, like since the second grade? Sooner?” She joked, accepting the pile of nearly ironed clothes.

David grinned smugly at Anya.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he teased. "Now, go try those clothes on. I'm sure there's something in there that Spencer would like."

“In mine or his?” Anya laughed quietly. “Just cause I play matchmaker for you doesn’t mean you can do the same for me. I’m going to die alone,” Anya pronounced.

"Mm-hm. With that attitude, yes, you will," David agreed, nodding. "And I guess you'll just have to try the clothes on and find out." He turned around and walked in the direction Rosie had gone, leaving Anya to do as he had directed.

Spencer's pile of clothes consisted of a lot of suits. Like, a lot. He groaned as he saw them, but proceeded to try them on.

(There are too many buttons that do too many things on my keyboard. Ugh.)

//same

Anya sighed and entered her changing room, locking the door behind her. Her pile of clothes consisted of flowy but professional looking grey or white blouses, tight black or navy skirts, and high heels of various colors and patterns. Dammit. Why high heels, of all things? Even wigs are better than high heels. There were four dresses of various formalities and two sets of nightclothes included in the pile as well.

(I keep accidentally switching screens. Lol.)

Spencer finished trying on the clothes, most of which had fit. He'd need a belt for s few pairs of the pants, but otherwise, they were fine. He put his own clothes back on, packed up the others, then walked out of the dressing room. Noticing that Anya was still in one of the other dressing rooms, he walked around, trying to find David so that he could let him know that the clothes had fit.

He walked around a corner, then immediately turned back around, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had definitely found David, but he had also found Rosie. Their lips were locked together, and it looked like they were as close to each other as they could get. Spencer walked back over to the fitting rooms and sat in an empty chair.

//lol

Anya came out of the dressing room, back in the attire she’d been wearing previously. “Hey, David, they all fi-“ she had rounded the corner to find him and Rosie. “Oh. I… uh… HAHA I WAS RIGHT!” Anya said happily, pumping a fist in the air. “Sorry for interrupting, but let’s keep it professional.”