She was pretty, tall, curvy, and tan.
"Don't." She warned, slapping his hand away as it reached for her purse. It was almost as if she was swatting away a fly; this had happened to her before. There was no use picking on her now.
"Fine." Duncan muttered, upset that he'd wasted money on buying her a drink. He'd thought he could at least get sex out of it, if not money, but the crook was out of luck for the first time in a while.
The last time, to be exact, was when he'd accidentally run over his raccoon while backing out of his driveway.
Her name, as he'd learned through a long and excruciating process of cat and mouse, was Mary, which did not at all match her Kardashian-wannabe appearance. He had made a mistake buying her a girly drink, especially since those ones were more expensive, and he soon learned she wasn't that type of gal as she downed the fruity drink in a matter of 2 sips and gave him a glare worth a run for his money.
She was looking around the bar almost nervously, but by the time he had noticed this she had already grabbed his hand and snuck into the one-stall bathroom, proceeding to pull makeup remover out of her purse, pour some onto a paper towel, and furiously wipe her face clean of what seemed like a gallon of bronzer and tan concealer. Once she was done, she pulled off her brunette wig, took off her fake eyelashes, pulled a few socks out of her bra, removed her high heels, and turned to Duncan with a strange look as she said, "What, you've never heard of a disguise?"
"Bridgette?!" He yelped, feeling like an idiot for not recognizing his old friend sooner. "What the hell?"
She smiled. "Nice to see you too." The both of them heard a soft beep, to which she replied by pressing two fingers to a device that had been previously hidden behind her wig, speaking to whoever was on the other end. "Hey, babe."
"G-Geoff!" Duncan stuttered, but was interrupted as Bridgette's free hand flew over his mouth to silence him.
"Yup! I've got him. No problems. I had to wait longer than I thought I would, though, 'cause he wouldn't shut up for more than two seconds and I didn't want to catch him off guard."
Duncan scoffed, seeing as she'd definitely failed at that. She glared at him, seeming to finish her conversation as her hands fell to her sides.
"Sorry," She breathed, smiling a little bit. "You have to come with me."
"What?! Why?!" Duncan was confused beyond confused at this point.
"Uh, I'll explain later. That's how it always works, right? Anyways, I don't want people to see us coming out of the bathroom together, and if I let you leave on your own there's no way you won't run, so I guess we're gonna have to leave the badass way."
Before he could ask what "the badass way" was, she pulled out a cheap pen, popped off the cap, and proceeded to dig her knuckles into the side until a bright red beam emitted from the tip, hitting the sink and leaving a scorch mark behind.
"Oops." She commented at her destruction. "Oh well. Not like that's the only thing I'm going to ruin today." Just as she said this, she pointed the pen to the ceiling, creating a smoking line up the wall, and proceeded to cut a circular opening just above the toilet. Proud of her work, she smiled, jumped onto the toilet seat and propped herself up, motioning for Duncan to do the same. As badass as it was, he thought it would be much easier to try and sneak out unnoticed.
"Show off," He muttered, following her to the roof. He was lucky she didn't seem to hear.
"Geoff should be coming for us now." She informed, flattening out the skirt of her tight-fit dress. "He'll see us right away, since we're on the roof."
What she meant by this, Duncan didn't know, but he was so at a loss for what was happening that he didn't dare question it now. Soon, what looked like a blur of nothingness flew above them, something he would normally dismiss as his imagination. But he knew better, seeing Bridgette wave at it, walk towards the edge of the rooftop and after the blur approached her open what Duncan guessed was an invisible door. "Get in." She commanded, motioning towards the edge. At that moment Duncan knew she was probably trying to kill him, but he figured that he was dreaming and if he jumped off the edge of a building he would wake up. So he humored her.
And suddenly Geoff appeared the second his foot hit the air, because it wasn't air. It was a bubble and Geoff was standing smack in the middle of it, smiling as he made eye contact with his old friend. Bridgette stepped in immediately after him, closing the door (bubbles had doors?) and smiling at Duncan, too.
What the actual fuck is happening? He thought.
"What the actual fuck is happening?!" He screamed.
