The cold air wrapping around Oli and the modern atmosphere that meets her was like coming back to a familiar past. A very fancy casino hotel. Rich ass men and women sweeping the place. Furniture that defines the very richness of the place fills the place. All of it was a very similar setting only that time she had a different partner.
Oli and Locke in their respective fancy clothings strode into the lobby like a rich couple flaunting their riches. Her hand hooked around Locke's arm indeed makes a little adrenaline rush making her smile like an idiot. Finally, something fun. She only then realized that she needed this. She needed to do something that would make her heart thrum rather than feeling like she just gulped down a gallon of coffee.
"Mind not squeezing my arm, Oli? You might ruin the suit," Locke spoke lower than he does.
"It's exciting, sweet Lockie," She holds a giggle.
They walk across the lobby managing to get themselves blended in. Though, there are glances towards them from time to time, but they know it's because of Oli's acting and Locke's menacing coldness.
"I'm telling you, Oli. Please, don't cause any trouble. We are only here to dig out information. Please don't make a fuss declaring to the whole world of your revelations, "
"Oh come on, sweetheart. Why ruin the fun?" Oli leans her cheek to his shoulder. Locke relaxes even if Oli is being too pushy on this flirty wife role she's fussing about.
"There is fun in staying silent and actually blending in. You want to be a spy, remember?" They stop in front of the elevator. Locke pressed the up button and waited.
"I don't think I want to be a spy anymore then. I'll just be Sherlock Holmes but more...fun," Oli smiles.
Locke glances beside him to find a few others as well in fancy clothings figuring they may also be part of the event. A dark brown haired woman in a very slimming dress stands a few steps back. Their eyes lock for a moment. The woman glanced at him up and down then gave a somewhat approving smile and lustful look. Locke looks away with a blush and draws Oli closer. "Just stay out of trouble," Locke mumbles.
Oli glances up at him looking at the worry on his face. "For your sanity, I'll stay out of trouble...or maybe lower down the fun," she pats his cheeks.
The elevator opens up. Oli and Locke enter with several other people. They do not let go of each other even as they reach the floor level they are to go to and up to the reception desk placed right outside the event itself.
"Invitation, please," Locke pulls out the invitation from his inner pocket and hands it over to the lady behind the desk.
The lady in black formal dress opens the invitation and scans the barcode. She glances up at the laptop screen waiting for the code to process. Oli glances at the laptop flashing the same sign No ID found on the screen. The lady scans the barcode once more and the same thing flashes.
"Is there a problem, miss?" Oli asked with a sweet voice.
"Um-" the lady taps the woman beside him and explains the bit of a problem.
Oli's hold on Locke's arm tightens not because she's excited but rather the sudden worry that she might not exactly have fun at all.
The man works on the laptop and rescans the bar. Though, not for long he straightens his posture and looks at them.
"I'm sorry. We cannot let you in,"
Oli frowns. "What are you talking about? We have our invitation. It's right there on your hand,"
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The Victimless Crime
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