06-22-2018, 11:42 PM
Ghost glanced at Roach, rolling his eyes. He was laying it on a little thick, but at least he was trying his best. That's all that mattered, right? Until they get too suspicious and have to high tail it out. Luckily, he had faith that wouldn't be the case tonight. They were professionals, not some sleazy street thugs. Well, technicalities aside, they were better than that, at least. He flashed his best smile at Soap, arm wrapping around the Scot's shoulders in a quick side hug. "Better than the last time, I'll tell you that. Look! Plane peanuts." That wasn't a cover up, he actually reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a packet of generic peanuts that got handed out on planes. They'd had plenty of flights that he's stockpiled them by now for stupid jests like this one.
Walking into the place with the three, his glance about looked like any other party goer's curious gaze, but already he spotted plenty of things he could easily swipe. If not, break. Makarov really seemed like he laid these things out just for people to steal. But he knew the deal was, no one who had the status they had, would be stupid enough to leave that unguarded. Even if it wasn't obvious. He stepped closer to Roach, placing his arm around and his hand on the side he'd kicked earlier. "That didn't hurt too bad, did it?" He still kept up the American accent, and he laid on a flirtatious tone because he liked fucking with them when they were out on jobs. And when they weren't, but it was far funnier in public. Still, there was a reason beneath, and he'd attempt to steer Roach through the crowd and toward the grand staircase. They had a better view from up there. He had to figure out if anyone else was packing heat, in order to work around it.
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Archer just grunted in response to that verbal jab. He was a bit of a baby when it came to the weather, so he had no defense against that one. Because Ghost decided to steal the show and immediately head toward the stairs with Roach, he would be stuck down there for a bit with Soap. At least that gave him less opportunity to run into someone. The music was definitely louder in there, but still not deafening. Obviously, since this was more of a house party and not a club. A really expensive house party, but one nonetheless. He wanted to head straight for the bar, so he glanced at Soap and jerked a thumb in that direction. "Drink?"
Walking into the place with the three, his glance about looked like any other party goer's curious gaze, but already he spotted plenty of things he could easily swipe. If not, break. Makarov really seemed like he laid these things out just for people to steal. But he knew the deal was, no one who had the status they had, would be stupid enough to leave that unguarded. Even if it wasn't obvious. He stepped closer to Roach, placing his arm around and his hand on the side he'd kicked earlier. "That didn't hurt too bad, did it?" He still kept up the American accent, and he laid on a flirtatious tone because he liked fucking with them when they were out on jobs. And when they weren't, but it was far funnier in public. Still, there was a reason beneath, and he'd attempt to steer Roach through the crowd and toward the grand staircase. They had a better view from up there. He had to figure out if anyone else was packing heat, in order to work around it.
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Archer just grunted in response to that verbal jab. He was a bit of a baby when it came to the weather, so he had no defense against that one. Because Ghost decided to steal the show and immediately head toward the stairs with Roach, he would be stuck down there for a bit with Soap. At least that gave him less opportunity to run into someone. The music was definitely louder in there, but still not deafening. Obviously, since this was more of a house party and not a club. A really expensive house party, but one nonetheless. He wanted to head straight for the bar, so he glanced at Soap and jerked a thumb in that direction. "Drink?"
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