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The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne
“I like speaking in French. Confuses those around us,” she grinned and indicated to the men around them.
Charlie laughed, nodding. “Yea, it’s like your own secret code… kinda.”
“I know,” she giggled. “But yes, you should come travelling with me,” she grinned.
“Totally, next time you are going, just give me a call.” She made the ‘call me’ sign with her hand, laughing.
“Will do,” she nodded, smiling.
Jobs Go Wrong.
As the door opened the silhouettes of 3 men entered, taking up all the light in the warehouse. From their perch on the crates they couldn’t see them. She turned to glance at Maria. “You switch it on and I’ll hold the gun,” she passed her her own lights and took a gun in her hand, aiming at the men below.
Maria complied and handed Cheyanne the gun silently, she adjusted the contraption noiselessly and pressed the switch, feeling a buzz through her hands and a sudden burst of smoke as the fairy lights lit, setting them slightly on fire. “Cr- Something’s happened with the circuit. It’s not,” She pressed down on the switch once more and no avail, and she gritted her teeth. “It’s not working, shi… Have they seen us?”
As the lights failed to work and Maria was whispering to her the guys looked up, spotting them. “Uh - yeah. Have you got another gun?”
The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne
“Gut gemacht. Ich bin nicht fließend Deutsch…” She smiled sipping on her tea.
“Y at-il d’autres langues, vous pouvez parler?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Yea, English.” She laughed, sticking out her tongue.
“I like speaking in French. Confuses those around us,” she grinned and indicated to the men around them.
Charlie laughed, nodding. “Yea, it’s like your own secret code… kinda.”
“I know,” she giggled. “But yes, you should come travelling with me,” she grinned.
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Harlequin’s. || Cheyanne and Flo
“That she must. How many are you on now?” she asked, indicating to her glass.
“I’ve lost count. I seriously don’t remember!”, she giggled.
“What time is it?”
“Around four am, I guess. Why?”
“Just checking how long we’ve been here,” she giggled.
“A while.”, she unneedly answered.
“How are you feeling?” she asked with bleary eyes.
Harlequin’s. || Cheyanne and Flo
“That she must. How many are you on now?” she asked, indicating to her glass.
“I’ve lost count. I seriously don’t remember!”, she giggled.
“What time is it?”
“Around four am, I guess. Why?”
“Just checking how long we’ve been here,” she giggled.
The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne
“Merci, comment savez-vous francais?” She smiled, making herself another cup of tea.
“J’ai passé beaucoup de temps en France. Je suis aussi couramment l’allemand,” she smirked back.
“Gut gemacht. Ich bin nicht fließend Deutsch…” She smiled sipping on her tea.
“Y at-il d’autres langues, vous pouvez parler?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Yea, English.” She laughed, sticking out her tongue.
“I like speaking in French. Confuses those around us,” she grinned and indicated to the men around them.
(Source: miss-moriarty, via miss-moriarty)
Jobs Go Wrong.
As Maria finished speaking, a car pulled up outside. Cheyanne sat ready with her plug, glancing at Maria to check she was ready. “Showtime.”
Maria tensed with a smirk as Cheyanne spoke. “I’m guessing we’re not going to get much voltage from this, it could take about 5 men at the most.” She grinned at Cheyanne as the door began to open, bracing herself to switch on their trap and holding her handgun firmly in her right hand.
As the door opened the silhouettes of 3 men entered, taking up all the light in the warehouse. From their perch on the crates they couldn’t see them. She turned to glance at Maria. “You switch it on and I’ll hold the gun,” she passed her her own lights and took a gun in her hand, aiming at the men below.
Harlequin’s. || Cheyanne and Flo
“That she must. How many are you on now?” she asked, indicating to her glass.
“I’ve lost count. I seriously don’t remember!”, she giggled.
“What time is it?”
The Bar || Charlie & Cheyanne
“Oui, pouvez-vous?” She smiled, French was her best subject at school.
“Oui, bien sûr,” she grinned.
“Merci, comment savez-vous francais?” She smiled, making herself another cup of tea.
“J’ai passé beaucoup de temps en France. Je suis aussi couramment l’allemand,” she smirked back.
“Gut gemacht. Ich bin nicht fließend Deutsch…” She smiled sipping on her tea.
“Y at-il d’autres langues, vous pouvez parler?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
(Source: miss-moriarty, via miss-moriarty)
