I was now chilling with the people who call themselves the Bad Touch Trio- consisting of Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio. We were in the food court section of the mall.
I'm STILL receiving glares.
I'm holding onto my bag of clothes Francis and Gilbert told me over and over to get. Of course they wouldn't let me leave the female store until I tried on the beautiful blue dress that was on the mannequin. Francis was interested in what I would choose for him and Antonio was finding ones for Lovino. Gilbert kept complaining that his style is more awesome and no could compare. I, being pissed off that he called my style un-awesome, gave him a glare; he gave me a challenging smile.
"Yo, Gilbert. I bet if I could make you look more awesome than usual you would have to buy us lunch. If you made me look more awesome than I do usually I would be your personal servant for a day!" I knew it was silly for me to say that over a silly comment, but I was VERY competitive and it seems like he was looking down on me.
Bastard.
I sound like Lovino.
Francis and Antonio both gave me shocked expressions.
"Chica, I wouldn't promise something like that." Antonio said in a worried tone. Francis agreed, nodding his head. Both shuddered imagining what Gilbert would do to me.
"Come on, guy! Have some faith in me!" Gilbert said, offended. I, still not accepting the comment of 'not being fashionable' got even more pissed off.
This was an insult to me AND my brother Flavio.
Soon Antonio and Francis became the judges. Gilbert and I ran around the mall to find clothing that would fit our personalities. We met after twenty minute and each of us found empty dressing rooms to change. I tried the outfit that Gilbert put together; to be honest, it's not that bad. It's semi see-through and he was nice enough to have grabbed a black top.
For the bottom, I wore a short mini skirt thigh-high boots.
(Imagine Nyo!Prussia.)
Pleased, I put my hair into a ponytail. Gilbert comes out of the dressing room. He wore a tight, but not too tight, black button-up shirt. It, however, was tight enough to hug his figure a little bit, exposing his abs.
I never knew he had abs.
He left a few buttons, well, unbuttoned and the white tie I have him was hanging loosely around his neck.
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I hate to admit it, but he looks hot. Girls were swarming around the BTT, screaming, shrieking, fangirling. I felt pride surging through me. Jell yeah, I turned him into a hot motherfucker. Gilbert and I made eye contact and he gave me a smile, though it wasn't a sincere one. Antonio and Francis both did not know who to pick. It ended up being a tie. I felt a bit uncomfortable. I was used to suits for missions, so I felt naked. Flavio would always scold me for wearing men's clothes, but to be honest, they're really comfortable. Before we set out of the clothes section, I picked and paid two black suits for Antonio and Francis. We stepped over the fangirl's bodies and walked around. They bled to death.
Surprisingly, the mall had an inside bar. My alcohol endurance is strong, since Wang Zao the nation called China drugging me was a normal occurrence. We walked inside and immediately got looks. We all more black, so I had no doubt that we looked suspicious. We found an empty table and the guys started ordering, in their minds, strong drinks, and in my mind, weak drinks.
