Time for some snark, weeeeeeee!

Chris swallowed, his eyes scanning the room, his eyes landing on each hand in the room. Seemed that if you kept your eyes on the hands you know who's carrying and who isn't, and if they aren't carrying then they aren't a threat. At least that's how logic went. But he wasn't concerned with who was carrying weapons, half the people here were, what he was concerned about was who was carrying what biological experimental drug, antidote, virus, or otherwise. B.S.A.A. had been instructed to oversee this last conference along with thirty other potential private security firms. The chances of anything happening, minimal, but then whenever had that mattered? He sighed, scanning again starting at the left side of the room as he circulated in a cross pattern, making certain to keep his hands free from the glasses being passed around. No one was suppose to have unregistered weapons, or containment cases for their samples. Seemed that they all checked out accordingly. His eyes passed to one, Jill Valentine, the woman giving a confirmation bow of the head that signaled her end all clear. Another deep breath out. His feet took him toward the coat closet, check for anything hidden he might have had the opportunity to miss, but was stopped when he ran into what felt like to him a wall of similar build to his own, instantly backing up to apologize to whichever private sector bozo had paraded clear into him only to feel shock overwhelm him. He blinked absentmindedly, his mouth catching up with his eyes as he came to the realization that the person he'd bumped into hadn't been sent reeling like the last anyone who had ever ran into him, in fact he just stood there, a smile plastered at the corners of bow shaped lips that tugged the longer he stared until he brought his eyes up to meet hazel, gold flecks causing a hitch in his throat he hadn't expected. "Sorry..." No weapons, no sample, no anything except for two drinks, one in each hand, and a killer half lidded gaze that had him unable to look away for the red creeping into his face for letting a man Chris' size thud into a kid who kept his balance and held onto his glasses. might have had something to with the rhythmic sashay of his hips when he slipped around someone else who threatened the bustle around them, but Chris hardly noticed the rest of the room for a few seconds longer, just staring and uttering an apology. He ran through the list of names, by age in his head that should have been there, the slight cant of the head and cock of his brow indicating how amused the kid was just standing there, letting Chris fumble.

"Piers."

"Pierce..., sorry didn't mean to bump into you like that." Chris was still staring fingering his pant leg as he went over the list again in his head, all the more bemusement etching in those sharp piercing eyes that held him locked in place rather than doing his job. He knew better than to stop and talk, but they were told to be polite. Not polite enough apparently as the kid held out one of his glasses for him, waiting for Chris to take it. Some kind of Vermouth... He gave a nod and smiled, waiting for a cheers but never receiving one and instead downing the drink. Plopping it down on a passing tray carried by some caterer's waitress who had to swirl to keep the glass upright when he smacked it down. They weren't suppose to drink on the job but hell if he didn't need one with the way those eyes were boring into him. "Thanks.." There was a flutter of the eyelids and and of course, kind of nod, holding the other one out to him as though it were only natural. He was still coming up short on the name, resisting reaching out and taking the second glass until he tipped it silently in his direction, regarding him to just take it. Relenting he took the glass, his fingers grazing the younger man's briefly and he all but felt his heart skip and the way the kid's smile spread, tucking a free hand in his hip that he all but jut on purpose slightly forward than the rest of him. "Hope I didn't jar you... I mean running into you like that."

"You didn't." It was so matter-of-fact, common place mistake like it didn't bother him at all, shrugging his shoulders while openly scanning Chris' impressive form, from his massive shoulders and to his immense straining biceps, accented by the shirt that he wore that was far too tight, and feeling so much more so the longer the kid's eyes pooled on his taut abs. "B.S.A.A. right? They sure didn't use the cookie cutter when they made you did they?" He chuckled in a soft tenor, completely blatant about it while Chris' eyes widened, feeling completely undressed by this kids eyes, swallowing back a thanks, while his fingers clenched into fists to keep from doing anything else, like grabbing another martini off one of the passing plates. "How much can you press? A pack of elephants?" He snickered when Chris let out an uncomfortable laugh his eyes drifting lower until they stopped and brazenly locked on his thick hips and what lay between them, sucking in his cheek in a way that made Chris hurt under his stare.

"So Pierce... what are you hear for."

"Piers."

"Yeah that's what I said, Pierce, like James Bond." Chris watched as eyes finally flicked up, able to take a breath now that they were back on his stubbled jaw before the staring gained him view to the erection he was certain he was starting to sport after that five minute long once over. The way he sucked in his cheek like that reminded Chris of an action he shouldn't let his mind wander to. "Your dad like 007?" His eyes scanned the room quickly, unable to really search anywhere properly before drawing them quickly back to the kid in front of him. Twenty-one, maybe twenty-two... it was possible he was older,... there was flirtatious amusement again in his eyes, knowing some underlying joke that he obviously wasn't in on, except being the punchline. "Who are you with?" That earned him a laughed into the back of slim fingers, Chris immediately catching the mistake and gritting his teeth, noting the callouses on his fingers and distinct way he held his hand. "I mean... I meant," urgh, he felt like a complete moron. Since when was he a high school girl unable to turn his words out the right way just because he was getting eyed up by some kid. And when he said kid he meant it, he had skin like velvet he bet, and that dart of the tongue, wetting his pouty lower tier every time looked up form under his own downward cast head. Finally snarling unintentionally, "You know what I meant!" He realized how loud he'd been when half the room turned, immediately apologizing and running his hand over the back of his neck again, feeling his fingers up his scalp, along with the eyes of every person in the room. Pierce was snickering quietly and gave a wave off to the next person that walked by with glasses. That gave it away... he wasn't with security... the caterers knew who to serve and if they were handing him drinks it meant he was a guest. Virologist? This kid? No way... No one by the name Pierce on that list either... someone's kid then? Jill would know. He watched the eyes wander again, locking again on his waist, quirking a brow completely unabashed.

"Samurai Edge? That's a bit old fashion even for you B.S.A.A. boys isn't it?" Without hesitation, he slipped closer, an arm wrapping around Chris' waist, holding them together loosely before fingers pulled away the gun that had been tucked away at the small of Chris' back, holding it with a familiar ease and weighing it in his hand before lightning quick reflexes snapped up and pulled it away, earning him a glower. Hands held up innocently. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend you captain... Just expected something a little younger on a captain your age." Fuck... that innuendo went straight to Chris' groin their bodies almost flush together from how he'd reached around, his hands dropping back to push his hip out, canting his head to the side and letting it sink in as a completely intentional flirt, before shrugging. "Course that's none of my business I suppose," stepping back as people began to stare he made a respectable distance between them, though the only thing acceptable would have been pushing him into that coat closet and having his way with him. "I didn't mean to put you off captain. It was just an impressive piece that's all." Oh please stop talking... Chris swallowed and gave a nod of his own, feeling the swing of things as he raised a brow of his own, finally resigning to playing this game. If this kid was completely willing and wanted to flirt then who was stopping Chris.

"It is... Packs a punch too. Would have holstered it, but its too big."

The younger man let a full out smile take his features, perfectly kissable lips curling at the corners while he leaned forward, whispering in the quiet air between all the dull roar around them. "I don't know about that captain, fit in my hand just right. Then again, I'm use to handling the big guns." He smirked until turning his head, genuine interest in one of the men walking passed him catching those radiant eyes from Chris' tensing frame. Before grabbing a glass from one of the ladies, and placing it himself into Chris' hand, curling his fingers around the captain's and patting his forearm once before releasing him. "Nice to meet you captain." There was no decent good bye, no anything more than that, and he was gone, walking beside the man that had pattered passed them at a hurried pace, Chris finally exhaling a breath that he'd been clutching in his barrel of lungs for the last eternity that it seemed he had been under the scrutiny of those eyes. After a few more seconds his legs remembered how to walk, throwing back the drink down his throat that did nothing for him other than take the edge off, he went in search of Jill. By the time he found her, she smiled and waved him over, leaned against a wall and nudging another agent to be on his way. Before it dawned on him, if he didn't know Riley as a person, he wouldn't have known the man talking with Jill was an agent, let alone B.S.A.A. or what his rank was. That kid knew exactly who Chris was without a second glance, well.. there were glances but they certainly weren't the kind meant for crowded rooms. Those were bedroom eyes meant only for getting down and dirty and he would have committed a thousand sins with that kid if they had had any more time together. Handle the big guns his ass, what a line.

"What's the matter big guy?"

She threw him a lopsided smile, brushing her brown hair away from her face, watching Chris huff. "Ran into a kid... knew me by rank and association..." He thought of it a second, but couldn't stop thinking about those lips and how they'd played with his words when Chris had finally remembered how to speak. He was so pretty, and the structure of his build. Now that he thought about it he really couldn't imagine him being anything but an invited assistant. "Only got a first name on him, Pierce... There weren't any scientists on the list by that first name, and he was way too young for that anyway. Maybe twenty-three..."

"What you didn't ask when you stopped to check him out?" She fought to snicker until the resounding gun shot rang through the hall, spurring them both through the room, Jill's hands immediately flashing rank on them to push the crowd away. "Move aside! Everyone get back, Trev get the door." She shot a look at Chris seeing the body laying splayed on the coat room floor, with one shot straight through the the back into his chest, face down. Face down or not though, Chris placed the face. His mind flashing back at the way the younger man had turned his head away from his naturally vested conversation, his hand flying to his back, the place where his samurai edge had been nudged in place gone, looking around the room spinning. Catching startling hazel eyes by the door, giving a wink and a salute using Chris' gun before he fled him. Disappearing out the door. He was on the door in a second, throwing it back and revealing a hall stuffed to the brim with patrons, scanning but not finding.

"DAMNIT!"