Shadouge: Black lipstick
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Shadow is actually an excellent cook, which Rouge finds surprising. And a bit amusing, but she can't really use it for blackmail – not that she really wants to, anyway. And Shadow does make some delicious crêpes, so it's not like she's complaining, except for now. Tonight they're out in Spagonia's capital, tailing some guy in a grey coat and floral patterned scarf, and they're passing restaurant after restaurant without being able to go inside…
Rouge is starving. She doesn't know if Shadow is, says he can sustain himself on Chaos energy – but now she's started thinking of his cooking, and dammit, can't the guy they're following (23 years old, smuggler, possibly worse) just pick a club already?
"Can't we just call Omega," Rouge mutters, as she and Shadow turn around another block, still keeping careful pace with That Guy. "He could put up an ambush farther down in the district – just snipe the guy as soon as he acts."
"That would be against GUN's meagre ethics," Shadow mutters back. "Though you certainly have my agreement-" he trails off, because then their guy steps inside of a club. Just walks inside, finally, after two hours of this endless window-shopping— Rouge and Shadow exchange a look, and then they act as one, quickly slipping past the crowd and inside of the building…
The place turns out to be larger than Club Rouge, dimly lit, full of people, and with lights and furniture in various shades of blue or gold. The pounding music coming from everywhere is in Spagonian, and blue and white lights flicker in the darkness, which… makes it impossible to spot the guy they've been tracking down.
Well, shit.
"I've lost him," Rouge says to Shadow, very loudly as to be heard above the noise. He doesn't reply, which means that he's also lost sight of That Guy and doesn't want to admit it. Seems like they'll be staying here for a while, then…
Rouge grabs Shadow's wrist and drags them both into an alcove out of the way, and Shadow complies with minimal struggling. He looks at her with an unimpressed look as she starts digging through her bag, and raises a brow as she takes out her purse. She ignores him, taking out a small mirror and a lipstick.
"Finally I get a chance to try this one out," she says with no context to Shadow because it's funny to see him flounder, and then she turns her back on him.
"Rouge," Shadow says. "This is not really the time for-"
She spins back around, lipstick now applied, and interrupts him with, "What do you think?"
He – just blinks, at first, very slowly. "It's… Black?" Don't you usually go with pink?
"I'm modernising my wardrobe." -Shadow just looks at her lips with a vaguely puzzled expression, so Rouge adds, "And it matches my clothes. Sort of. Maybe I'll change the pink Kevlar for-"
"It looks good." Shadow says, cutting of her rant without really meaning to. "Better than pink, I mean."
Now it's Rouge who stares at Shadow with a vaguely surprised expression. "Thanks?"
Shadow just nods, a bit distractedly. Still looking at her. Rouge nods back, and then she remembers that they're in a club, and smirks devilishly.
"Let's go get some drinks…"
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Shadow's more fluent in Spagonian than her, but Rouge has got more money with her, so he orders and she pays. They even manage to get some crisps for Rouge to elegantly munch on, after acquiring something fruity with a parasol and something almost blue with a slice of lime. Rouge almost teases Shadow into asking for straws, but then they spot the elusive Mr. Probably-a-smuggler-or-worse, so they just take their drinks and go.
That Guy is sitting at one of the many tables, talking with three other men. Rouge and Shadow take their seats at the table just behind them, and then they start eavesdropping, while sipping at their beverages and trying to look like they might be flirting with each other – in case anyone looks their way…
The guy they've been stalking seems to be talking pleasure rather than business, and it's boring, too…
Rouge plucks the lime from Shadow's drink, and sticks it to the rim of her own. Shadow just raises an eyebrow, and then he actually snatches the parasol from Rouge's glass. And that's-
How is she going to be able to top that?
-other than stealing Shadow's entire glass and taking a sip, that is, which is exactly what she then does.
"Really, Rouge?" Shadow says, sounding like he's amused but trying to hide it, red eyes surprisingly fond. Rouge smirks at him, and takes another deliberate sip. Shadow reaches for his glass, but his fingers only brush over hers as she moves the drink away. He rolls his eyes, and grabs her drink instead. And then he looks down at it, and states slowly, "There's lipstick on this."
"Is that a problem?" she asks, half-smiling, tilting her head.
He gives her a look, and says, "Black-" leans in closer. "-looks stunning on you."
She leans in and he tilts his head, and Rouge breathes against his lips, "Really?"
"You always look stunning," Shadow quips back, smirks. She kisses that smug look away, and smears her lipstick, forgets their drinks. He kisses back, like he's not exactly sure how to do it, but damn it works, like he wants to do this just as much as Rouge's flirting has been turning more and more sincere lately. All the noises drown out, and it's just two GUN agents alone in a booth in a glitzy club, kissing because they've always fit best when together.
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A/N: I don't even know.
ANYWAY, CHAPTER 100! YAY! And now I'll take a break from this collection.
