Sweet like sugar, smooth like Whiskey

Chapter eight:

We all agreed to be ready for the party by five o'clock, that way we could be at the bar by 5:30 at the latest. At 4:50 I decided to go find something to wear. I dug through my two suitcases and found something simple but pretty.

A black strapless dress that was silky and comfortable, and decently tight, giving it a bit of a sexy look. I decided to keep my hair down and do a quick makeup look, and I found some simple black heels to match the dress. Nothing too fancy.

I left the bathroom to find my purse and saw Jack standing there in a white t-shirt and leather jacket as well as his black Stetson and expensive cowboy boots. He also had a pair of blue jeans on and his signature bulky Statesman belt with a flask as the buckle. Dear lord, those jeans where so tight.

He looked up from his phone and noticed me staring. He turned around and looked over his shoulder. "Do these jeans make my ass look fat?" I couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. I shake my head. "Shut up." He smiles and walks over to me. "Ahh made you laugh!" He said. "You look gorgeous in that dress by the way." He gave me a sincere little smile, almost as if he was.. Shy? That's weird. I was used to his cocky smirks and sly looks. This was... Nice?

"Thanks.. I think?" I say softly, raising an eyebrow with the faintest smile. There's a knock at the door and Jack goes to answer. Eggsy and Harry are waiting for us. "You two ready?" Eggsy asks. Jack nods. "Yep, let's go (Y/n)!"

I follow Jack out into the hotel hall. Harry smiles at me. "Lovely dress (Y/n).." He says. I smile. This was really the first time he ever spoke to me in person. I felt a little honoured. I had heard that Harry was a very successful agent. "Oh! Thanks Harry!" I say. I caught a glimpse of Jack in my peripheral vision. His eyebrow where furrowed and his jaw twitched a little. Was he... Jealous? I couldn't help but smirk a little as we got in the elevator. I leaned in and whispered to him.

"Don't be petty Jack, he was just complimenting me." I say. Jack let's out a little groan. "I don't like him looking at what's soon to be mine..." He whispers. I feel myself freeze a little at his deep growly tone. He looks down at me and smirks. "Cat got your tongue sweet cheeks?" I scoff and elbow him in the rib. "Shut up.."

We drive to the bar and I can see it's a pretty basic place. I don't know why I was expecting to see something fancier, maybe it was because these women where involved with the mafia.. We make our way inside and see a ton of people mingling about, dancing and getting drinks. Harry points out a dark haired woman in a red dress. "That's our target. So who's gonna go talk to her?"

Jack loops an arm around my waist and smiles. "Well, I would, but I wouldn't want to make princess here jealous." Jack says. I shove him away and roll my eyes. "Drop dead cowboy."

Eggsy spoke up. "I mean.. I could try." Harry nods. "Good idea. Eggsy will go talk to our target and the rest of us will keep guard." Eggsy takes a deep breath and walks over to the woman. As he walks away, Jack takes my hand. "Cmon darlin', I'll buy you a drink."

We walk over to the bar counter and Jack gets two whisky's. He slides one to me and smiles. "There, maybe that'll loosen you up a little." I roll my eyes and take a quick sip. "Yeah.. Whatever.."

A few hours later Eggsy comes back with a smile. "Great news everyone. Turns out little miss Dian was in hysterics because her sister is marrying the man she's in love with, and she's only with Anthony for the money." I laughed a little. Eggsy continued. "She told me everything. They've been keeping our intel in a secret base under his mansion. If we find out where this mansion is then we'll find the intel."

I cock an eyebrow. "You didn't ask where the mansion was?" I say. Eggsy rubs the back of his head. "Well, you see the thing is.. She passed out before I could get to that question. I think she was drunk." I sigh and shake my head. Eggsy glances over my shoulder. "Speaking of drunk..."

I turn my head to see what he's talking about and immediately frown. Jack had the stupidest smile on his face and he was snapping his fingers in front of him. "Another one bartender!" I took his hand and pulled him away. "Absolutely not. You've had more then enough." Jack groans. "Not true.. I'm still... Sort of sober.." He mumbles. I roll my eyes and grab his arm, practically dragging him behind me.

"Cmon, let's go back to the hotel."