Vixen

Chapter 31

*gulps*
~Reece~
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The moment I stepped into the large ball room, the music engulfed me. Violins and cellos and pianos played in perfect harmony, filling the room with a almost tangible sound which surfed the crowd.

I took a moment to just appreciate the sound of the orchestra situated at the far end of the hall. It reminded me of how I often forgot to enjoy simple things, like music; even if it were out dated crap like waltzing.

"So what's the plan?" Harley leaned towards me and whispered in the dim light.

"There is no plan." I smiled at her pull back, and walked over to the bar. The counter was brimming with stuck up men talking, laughing or drowning their sorrows; there really was no in-between.

Harley skipped a few paces to catch up to me before I reached the counter, "What do you mean there's no plan?" She hurried out.

"I mean I don't have a plan." I waved down the bartender dressed in a black and white suit like the rest of the staff, "Two—"

"No." Harley cut me off, grabbing my forearm and spinning me to face her. I pinched my brows together trying to decipher her expression beneath her fancy mask, "Why don't you have a fucking plan?" She whisper-shouted so no one close enough could hear.

"Because I didn't think of one."

"God Vixen." She huffed, "You can't come to one of these events blind." Her arms flailed in frustration.

"I'm never blind, Harls. I have eyes everywhere." I whispered the last part, and Harley looked around discretely, her pretty eyes bouncing around the ball room.

Recognition lit up in her gaze as I'm assuming she spotted all of the spies I had scattered around as servants etc. I placed them there to listen mostly; people were oblivious to the help, and will say anything without knowing that they're being listened to.

"The 'plan' is to get information out of the rich drunk idiots who can't hold their liquor."

"I know that. But how do you plan on doing it?"

I shrugged, "Go with the flow."

Harley let go of my forearm.

"We at least need to give them a chance," I continued, "Make them think they're safe, before we pry for what we came here for."

"I can't believe this,"

"Believe what?" I leaned against the cold marble counter, unwillingly inhaling the potent aroma of aftershave, emanating off these men at the bar. "That I'm doing something so... you?"

"Yes! How can you be so reckless?"

I tilted my head, holding back a chuckle, "Loosen up Harls."

"You have no right to use my lines against me." She murmured.

I poked her shoulder playfully, "Take your own advice. I'm in the mood for a change."

"I can't believe this." She repeated.

I smiled, "Expect the unexpected." I said before turning back to the bar, "Two Balkan Vodka shots."