She had gone to the tavern for the sole puprose of getting drunk.
Despite what people would assume life as The Red Squirrel wasn't easy.
Being Enemy Number One, everyone wanted your head- from the young to the old- and the constant attempts where getting old. Then there was her job.
There where some days she seriously regretted working for WEAPON. Sure being a spy and second in command was fun and all but some missions she would rather do without.
Especially when you ended up killing your protégé because he had been too noble to listen. Too foolish to stay put and paid the price for it when captured.
Why Aleksei had run to her when he knew what she would have to do Red would never know.
One quick shot was all it took.
No suffering, no pain.
He had gone cold in her arms, bleeding out onto her favorite suit as she held him as close as possible. She supposed this was why The Count had warned her of getting attached to Protégés- few of them rarely lasted long in their line of work- but she hadn't listened.
It was days like this she hated her job.
So here she- surrounded by empty bottle of Vodka and Whiskey- was trying her damnest to get wasted and for once actually getting somewhere when he had shown up.
Super Secret Agent Nigel.
Ha, if he was Super Secret what was she?
If asked how she would describe Agent Nigel it would be an obvious prat.
For years he had a thorn in her side- or rather his side as Nigel wasn't even aware she was a she.
The rouge had half a mind to leave then, to just slip into the shadows and out the door before he noticed her but why should she?
She was here first. He could go find another, decent tavern for all she cared.
So she had focused her attention back on the icy bottle at hand and tried her best to ignore the spy's appearance.
She wasn't quite sure what had happened after her... Well she couldn't even remember what bottle she had been on.
Everything was a bit of a rushed blur.
She could remember leaning against someone and stumbling down a street like a fool with that same person.
There had been a moment of pain and warmth but that was it.
So really Red wasn't very surprised to wake within a warm bed smelling of alcohol and sex in a room she didn't know.
It was a rather lovely room really.
The walls where a relaxing shade of turquoise blue-green reminding her a lot of water as the light that managed to bypass the curtains reflected at different angles. Instead of carpet the floor was dark seamless cherry wood. The bed was in the center of the room, silk emerald sheets and spacious pillows.
Well it wasn't the worse place she had woken up to.
Pushing the sheets away from her being, the rouge woman allowed herself to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment as she stretched her sore muscles and looked over the new marking tainting her body.
Judging from all the bruises and teeth imprints she had fount a fun one last night- what she was still mortal? She had her needs. - shame he had likely already left to escape whatever people did after drunken sex.
Oh well, she probably would have left herself had she been the first to wake.
Standing the young woman made her way towards the widow and used two fingers to push back the curtains just enough for her to see.
Huh, so she wasn't at a hotel.
A big yard and considering the forest just outside the property it was likely a good distance from civilization.
Private Property then.
Allowing the curtain to fall back into place, mix matched eyes- one molten golden and another blood red- moved around the room before landing on her clothes folding neatly on a bedside chair.
Small feet silently guided the rouge across the room as she gathered her belongings and headed for what she could tell was the Master Bathroom.
She needed a shower then she would leave.
Despite being Icy the water burned as it seemed into the fresh marks upon her skin as it washed away the sweat, dirt and grim from her previous nights actives.
Yet Red couldn't find it within herself to mind as it eased the her sore muscles and smoothed the pain.
Still the rouge haired woman knew as much as she wanted to she coudln't stay for long. There where other things she had to take care of so with a relucantacy a pale hand rose and turned the water off.
Stepping out of the shower the russian wrappped herself in a white towel as she searched through her clothes for the most important piece- the binder.
Being a woman in a Man's World wasn't easy- especially if one had fame and fortune to their name.
Take Widow for example. She inherited a Multi-Million dollar company and sudden every single man within distance wanted to marry her, not for herself but for her inheritance. Apparently it wasn't a woman's place to run a company let alone own one.
Sexist Bastards.
They got what they deserved though still Red didn't want to deal with it.
She had created a Multi-Billion dollar company and ran it despite her other jobs. Then there was her other titles- not including Enemy Number One.
Eyes narrowing the Russian woman shook her shirt as her searching hands failed to find the important fabric of cloth but nothing feel out.
Huffing in annoyance the rouge man her way back to the bedroom and began to search the floor for her binder yet three was nothing except a white cashmere suit jacket that must have gotten shoved under the bed sometime during the night.
Where the hell was it?
Damn it, if that guy took it as a souvenir she would wait for him to come home and kill him.
Scowling, Red could feel her eyes narrow as she brought the jacket closer to her face. There was something familiar about the scent on it.
Sweat.
Alcohol.
Taking a deep breath the Rouge forced herself to focus.
Petrichor.
Something sweet... Honeysuckles maybe?
Fertilizer.
Tea.
...
Nigel.
Fuck.
"I wasn't even gone ten minutes Red. You really must of missed me."
Mismatched eyes darted towards the main door and more importantly the man standing in the doorway.
Someone up there hated her.
WEAPON- World Espionage Agency Pardoned On Neutrality