Just One Drink
(JohnnyGatxBelle!Boss, AOM Universe, Pt1)
“Momma, I’m okay, honestly, it’s just a wallet.”
Belle was standing in the police station, cradling her elbow in her hand as she held her phone to her ear, minding her golden hoops. She heaved another sigh, peering back into the main office where the bulk of the force was working away behind their desks, stress in the air.
“I understand that you’re worried, momma, with all this Legion horse- ah, trash- but I can look after myself, you know that.”
She was tapping her heel on the floor impatiently, pursing newly retouched glossed lips.
“I left my bag alone, unattended, like an idiot. I deserve to lose that wallet.” Belle wanted to add that if the thief had tried it in person? Motherfucker would be walking in circles for the rest of his god damned life.
Belle took a calming breath. New life, new her, new inability to break people who piss her off. Though not due to lack of skill.
“Look momma, it’s just a couple of runway shows, a bit of networking and a big ole party at the end. I got a translator and I got contactless on my phone. The cards are already usless.” She huffed softly.
Business trips like this were usually stressful- fashion designers out in the big world demanded constant action, constant growth. With her brand still on the runways across the world, Belle needed to sit up in her chair once in a while and get professional like. It was exhausting everytime.
“I’ll bring you back some souvenirs, okay? Okay. Yes, I’ll take loads of pictures. Yes. Yes. Yes, momma, I’ll let you know if I meet a nice person. Okay. Okay I love you. Yes. Love you! Bye! Bye-bye!”
Belle finally ended the call and slipped her phone into her bra. If she lost her phone, then she would be pretty screwed alone out here. She glanced up at the signs in the station, just a little coil of anxiety rolling in her belly. She couldn’t read, nor speak, a damn lick of Korean- she just hoped they had wi-fi in this building.
“So I assume were all on the same page here?” Persephone repeated, again, peering down the table.
Johnny Gat fought to roll his eyes, shifting further down in his seat even as a rumble of agreement rolled down the table back to her.
“Alright then. Remember, this is a delicate mission. Some very specific VIPs are going to this party on Friday, some who would not appreciate their…image, to be stained. Legion has a lot to gain by kidnapping these rich little boys and girls.”
There was a ripple of disainful laughter, something agreed with in her grimace.
“You only act when it is completely necessary. No fucking around, no drinking, no antagonising the guests.”
Johnny was given special attention on that last little warning drop. This time he did roll his eyes, shrugging casually.
“‘Ey, I am never antagonising- I am only ever antagonised into action.” He smirked, spreading his hands in an innocent gesture.
Persephone only arched a sleek brow, tossing her hair off her shoulder.
“Some of you will act as party guests- the rest will be acting a staff. You’ll find your role in your briefs that will be sent out later this evening.” She took a slow drag of her cigarette, perched in its holder. “Dismissed, agents.”
Johnny took his time leaving the briefing room, already guessing what role he’ll probably play; security. Maybe a bodyguard. Johnny could do enforcing- he wasn’t much of a waiter. He sighed to himself, making his way to his favourite spot in the base. He preferred a good, simple and fun fight. No sneaking around and pretending- just a bullet in their heads and some quality time with his gun. Johnny fell into one of the only comfortable chairs in the place and stared over the city-scape of Seoul that was his home away from home. Just as busy as Seattle but three times cleaner, he had settled well here. Though the police force here didn’t work in his favour as much as he had hoped, Mayhem let him handle things in a style that suited him much more than the Force. The sun was setting, and Gat suddenly got a bug that he could only itch in one way. It was time to hit some bars.