The rays of sunlight crawled into the room from the gap from the curtains, soft snoring coming from the sleeping man on the left side on the plush bed, a woman clutching his side looking peaceful in slumber.
A couple of soft knocks came from the door turned into a heavier set of knocks as no one answered the person on the other side.
Another louder knock startled the brunette awake. She bolted up, the drowsiness fading from her body as she took in her surroundings all her senses washing over her all at once.
She focused her brown orbs on the door before turning to check the man sleeping beside her. His hair all over the place, his eyes shut, the blanket just barely hid his dignity
He was deep in slumber turning to his side as a reaction to her pulling away from him.
Brandy shook her head smiling to herself forgetting what she was doing for a second before the knocks on her door became louder jolting her away from her thoughts.
She looked around the room, one foot already on the floor as she went on a search for something to throw on before she decides to even answer the door.
She picks up her silky robe and wraps it lazily around her frame before she moves onto half haphazardly throwing her hair into a ponytail.
Brandy then makes her way back towards the bed, her arm stretched in front of her, she slaps Whiskey's leg violently waking him up not even trying to be gentle with him.
"Ouch!" He whines at her expecting at least a good morning kiss.
"Shh!" She quickly plasters her palm over his mouth as she tilts her head in the direction of the knocks.
He furrows his brows at her questionably.
Brandy pulls her hand from his face, eyes like a hawk not taking them off the door just in case someone bolts into the room.
"What are we gonna do?" Brandy mouths.
These two were internationally trained spies and the latter was freaking out like she was a teenager who was going to be caught by her parents for sneaking a boy into her room.
"Leave it… whoever it is will get tired." He mouths back to her trying to calm her down.
"Brandy?" Familiar English twang gave her some sort of relief, but she still pulled Whiskey to his feet, she picks up his pants off the floor and throws them at his chest whilst also shoving him into the bathroom which he replies chuckling at how she was acting.
"Stay there." She commands him like a master to it's Dog.
He shakes his head he had to admit he kind of felt like mistress he laughs at the idea and gives her a salute smirking as she closes the door at his face.
"Brandy you in there?"
"Coming!" She shouts at Eggsy.
She runs around the room picking up disregarded clothing and pushed them under her bed with her foot while trying to tie her robe as she walks towards the door.
She huffs catching her breath trying to fix her hair before she unlocks the door, opening it just a little.
"What?" She asks barking at him frustrated.
Eggsy had a wide smile on his face but as soon as she shouts at him it quickly faded.
"Oh, sorry were you sleeping?" He asks a little embarrassed then looks down at his watch to double-check the time.
Brandy looks down to see the small hand pointing at her indicating it was already twelve in the afternoon very out of character for her to sleep in.
"Yeah." She crosses her arms, leaning on the door blocking the way just in case he decided he wanted to come in.
"What is it?" She quickly tried to change the topic sounding a little bit impatient.
Eggsy paid no mind and oblivious of her tone "Good news your idea worked!" He shares with glee.
Brandy racks her brain forgetting the events from last night and just remembering the ones that happened later during the ungodly hours of the morning, getting carried away with her thoughts.
The resting bitch she had on quickly melted into a smile forgetting that whiskey was in her closet for a moment as she remembered about the dog that they had bought for Harry.
"Really? Where is he?" She asked a softer expression now on her face.
"He's being debriefed right now." He shares his eyes wondering as Brandy's robe loosens from her movements, exposing some of her cleavage.
Brandy quickly noticed and pulled her silk robe tighter but tried not being too obvious about it.
"Wow… that's great news." She tells him with her whole heart trying to brush off the fact that he was ogling at her just now also wanting to hurry the conversation along knowing that whiskey needed to come up for air soon.
Eggsy clears his throat wondering if she caught him. He screwed his eyes back to her face and flashes her a smile.
"Yes! I was planning to take him out, God knows he's been cramped up for too long… do you mind helping me show him around? I was looking for Whiskey, but I couldn't seem to find him."
Eggsy scratched his head as he halts his rambling.
Brandy then took her hand and gripped it on the side of the door again closing it a little as he said Whiskey's name.
"Oh.. sure… I'll just go get dressed." She starts and turns to look back to see the bathroom door still closed.
"And find Whiskey and we'll meet you." Brandy continues informing him returning her attention to the Youngman.
The British spy nods smile still plastered on his face as he went his way finally.
Brandy sighed deeply and closed the door.
She leans her back flat behind her, eyes on the shadowing being cast on the floor.
A set of feet emerged from the bathroom making her look up to see Whiskey with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"For a spy, you sure do get nervous easily." He teased and comments from what he heard.
She shakes her head giving him a death glare not amused.
He squats down beside the bed, Brandy watches as he took his shirt from under it, taking it with him as he approaches her with a swagger in his step.
"We need to be more careful Whiskey." Brandy reminded him with a tired sigh not removing her eyes off the older southern gentleman.
Whiskey stops within arm's reach of her and rests a palm on the door, leaning in for a kiss.
Brandy quickly turns her head away putting her attention on the wall near to her this took Whiskey off guard.
"Darlin?"
"I shouldn't have let you sleep here." She lets out telling him coldly.
Whiskey reacts clenching his jaw pulling away not believing what she was telling him. He looked hurt, they seemed so great last night even sleeping in each other's arms, she wasn't protesting last night he thought.
He shakes his head and steps back pulling on his shirt. He looks at her taking in the image of her standing far away from him not even being able to look at him in the eyes.
He shrugs and proceeds to put on his shoes vigorously.
Brandy opens the door for him. He stops at the threshold and looks at her trying to catch her gaze but still, she did not take her eyes off the floor.
"I can't keep doing this Helena." He confesses wanting a reaction from her.
She again says nothing but holds the door wider for him.
Whiskey parted his lips open wanting to say something else but decided not to, seeing he was preaching to the wrong choir.
He rolls his neck, taking his eyes off her, and exits the room without another peep.
Brandy closes the door behind her quickly feeling guilty for suddenly giving him the cold shoulder, she knew in fact that they were finally making progress, but she had to quickly disregard what they just established; one step forward to ten steps back.
Eggsy steps into the elevator quickly pressing the button that will bring him back up to the outside world.
He straightens his tie with his other hand excited to see his friend/mentor who was waiting for him with marlin at the bar where he was just at with Brandy last night which is where Eggsy told them to meet him.
knowing Harry probably needed a beer while they explain what he missed while he was away.
The elevator doors started to close just before it did his gaze caught the back of someone's head, a set of dark brown hair belonging to the veteran statesman agent who was exiting Brandy's room; Whiskey walked away whispering something himself.
Eggsy eyes widen blinking to himself frozen in his spot as the doors closed shut.