09-14-2018, 10:30 AM
“You’re shitting me, right?”
Bane smiled, taking in every inch of the slender ash-blonde who stood in disbelief with her arms crossed. “It’s great on gas.” He shrugged, glancing away from the dolled-up woman and down to the sleek, matte-black bike that leaned against the sidewalk.
“Are you blind? Do you have any idea how much this outfit cost me?” Rey admonished, flicking a set of stone-gray eyes in his direction. “There’s no way in hell I’m getting on that thing - not dressed up like this.” She scoffed, gesturing to the impossibly tight number that accentuated every one of her curves perfectly. Her escort rolled his own eyes, “Unless you have a better id-” Bane started, unable to finish because the flourish of Rey’s hand towards his face was a silent Shut the f up. She fished a tiny remote from her matching clutch and clicked it once; across the street and two cars down a beast roared to life.
The unmasked man in the navy suit couldn’t blame her shushing him. “A Mclaren? Damn …” He whistled appreciatively, swiping the key deftly from the air as she tossed it to him, the pair making their way down to where the slick, red beauty waited. “Your cut from the last swipe was a helluva lot larger than mine.” He grumbled, opening the passenger door to let her slide gracefully in.
“It’s a loaner. From a ‘friend’.” Rey huffed airily as he slipped into the driver’s seat beside her, “So don’t fucking scratch it.” She warned him once, popping open a slim mirror to adjust her makeup. Her companion laughed good-naturedly, buckled himself in, and peeled off into the waiting night.
They’d hit the highway, glaring beams of false light blinking in the reflective panes of the tinted windows, before Rey turned to glance at the impossibly handsome thief who’d helped her make a killing at their last event. “Don’t take any offense to this, but your mask sucks.” She said, pulling the faux-golden item gently from where it rested on his brow. Its design was intended to cover every part of the face but the eyes, while hers was standard masquerade style: feathers and gilded swirls. “Yea, I don’t exactly have your taste for all things appropriate.” He replied, gliding smoothly off an exit and into the upscale outskirts of town. “Besides it’s our last gig, remember? I wanted something … memorable.” He smirked.
“Just don’t forget what we’re going for,” Rey sighed, “the benefit money. Big cash, not bookworms.” She reiterated. “We make a good team but after tonight, I never want to see your face again.” The pale beauty smiled, placing his mask into the curve of his lap. Wolfbane chuckled, one diamond-studded earlobe twinkling with the motion. “Jealous much?”
Rey gagged.
The engine of their car gave a nice purr as they edged into the drive, caught behind a few cars already but making it to the valet in enough time to donn their disguises. Hidden, they made a charming couple, Rey’s porcelain hand resting lightly atop Bane’s rough, tattooed fingers as he led her into the fray. The music struck up a wild beat as they drifted towards coat check. Having nothing to stow away himself, Bane’s multi-ringed fingers tugged at the nape of his dark dress suit, where a stiff collar did a piss poor job of covering the wings etched into his skin. At least his date had gone all out - dyed hair, different attitude, even a fake ID.
He just assumed the odds of someone from that first party being here were slim to none. “Shall we dance, have a look around?” Rey’s smooth voice piped up beside him, one of her slender arms twisting through his own. “Allow me.” He answered with a flourishing bow, following behind until they were wrapped together on the ballroom floor, swirling easily with the hours of practice they’d put in beforehand. Tonight was huge, too big an opportunity to mess up, and they’d come with their A-game and stomach’s hungry for recompense in the form of grand larceny.
Now all they had to do was pinpoint the source of the cash flow.
OOC: Both are here and open to anyone 