Partners in Crime [or Spy Games] // Aphro
Botan smiled sweetly as a waiter offered her champagne. She took a flute just to be polite and not arouse suspicion. As soon as the man turned around, however, she dumped the contents of the glass into a potted plant. This had been her routine all night. After all, it would be strange if she, a party goer at a black tie affair, didn't have anything to drink.
But Botan hadn't dressed up in a black dress to enjoy mingling in the crowd. She had a purpose. According to intel, the person throwing this get together had a very rare, potentially dangerous artifact. This item needed to be retrieved at any cost. It was easy enough to slip in here with a fake invitation, but actually getting the darn thing? That was a whole other kettle of slippery fish.
It might be easier if her partner was around. They had gotten separated about a half hour earlier, and she hadn't seen him sense. To say this was off-putting was an understatement. She couldn't pull this off by herself? It was a two-man job.
Finally, her eyes caught sight of the right figure in a black suit. She sat the glass on a nearby table and weaved through the bodies. After waving and humoring a few drunk guests, she reached her target and pulled him by his sleeve.
"Where the heck were you?" She hissed.
[ooc: This can be a spy gig or a partners in crime heist, whichever you want to roll with. You can also make up any relationship between Botan and her partner you'd like.
Guys for smut, no bathroom kinks, the usual.]
But Botan hadn't dressed up in a black dress to enjoy mingling in the crowd. She had a purpose. According to intel, the person throwing this get together had a very rare, potentially dangerous artifact. This item needed to be retrieved at any cost. It was easy enough to slip in here with a fake invitation, but actually getting the darn thing? That was a whole other kettle of slippery fish.
It might be easier if her partner was around. They had gotten separated about a half hour earlier, and she hadn't seen him sense. To say this was off-putting was an understatement. She couldn't pull this off by herself? It was a two-man job.
Finally, her eyes caught sight of the right figure in a black suit. She sat the glass on a nearby table and weaved through the bodies. After waving and humoring a few drunk guests, she reached her target and pulled him by his sleeve.
"Where the heck were you?" She hissed.
[ooc: This can be a spy gig or a partners in crime heist, whichever you want to roll with. You can also make up any relationship between Botan and her partner you'd like.
Guys for smut, no bathroom kinks, the usual.]