Anthony and Vivian came up the stairwell into Eric's apartment. Vivian seated herself in a chair while Anthony settled himself against the wall in the kitchen, opposite the living room. He leaned his head a bit when he started to hear conversation from the opposite side of the wall. Amongst the voices, he heard most clearly heard Dylan's. Apparently, Vivian was correct that Eric was distracting one of the angels while the other two had henchmen sent after them. He hadn't immediately assumed that she would be the angel that was being distracted. From Vivian's tone when she had told him, he imagined that the distraction was likely sex. The thought irritated him, but he tried to ignore it.
When he walked around the corner, cigarette in hand, there she was, plain as day. As he had been at the racetrack, he was momentarily distracted by her attire. This time though, all she was wearing was a sheet; Just a sheet. He maintained his composure, while eyeing her and stalking across the room. Something was very alluring about her, even when she was angry. Her glare possessed the same frustration he saw before in their first fight. She definitely had a temper. Then again, so did he at times.
That sheet leaves little to the imagination. Anthony pondered for a moment before choosing a place to stand at the other end of the room. Not wanting to have more thoughts about her come to mind, Anthony glanced up at the ceiling taking slow drags of his cigarette to center himself. Though he wasn't paying too much attention, he picked up Eric referring to the Dylan's demeanor in bed. That annoyed him and even sparked a flicker of envy and jealousy. When he put his attention back to the scene before him, he saw Eric pointing a gun a Dylan, but oddly, he was not worried.
She'll get out of this alive. I'm sure of it. Anthony assured himself, maintaining his composure now that he had adjusted to the sight of Dylan and didn't get overly distracted by her. Not that it really mattered though, since no one was really paying attention to him at the moment anyhow, but he still kept his image intact nonetheless.
When Eric fired, he watched Dylan intently, waiting for her to dodge. Instead, it appeared as though she had gotten hit and went straight out the window after the bullet passed through. Her scream echoed in his ears and made a very subtle shiver run along his spine. Anthony took the last drag of his cigarette as Vivian and Eric exited, a feeling of slight disappointment starting to manifest as he followed the pair. However, he paused for just a moment and noted the piece of fabric clinging to the window and couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Dylan was alive.
Well played. I'll be sure to see you again soon. He thought contently as he finally left.
