Back with Chris and some fun ahead.
The food is excellent, but Chris is pretty bored. Sergio is pestering Sam about his suppliers, and whatnot and his bodyguards are talking soccer and nonsense, albeit in Spanish. Chris tries to engage with Sophia and keep the woman from wandering off, but with little success.
"Boring," Sophia breathes and gets up with her Martini glass in hand. Chris watches her walk over to the balcony awning and is about to speak up when Sergio seems to remember it too.
"You could always go dancing with Lucia here and show her a good time, she is probably as bored as you are."
Sophia's eyes form to slits for a second, but she nods and holds out her hand. Chris has to fight not to roll her eyes at the other woman's antics. "Join me?" she again whispers loud enough for everyone to hear against Sam's neck while slipping the lipstick bug into his pocket. "I'll keep an eye on you," he replies before Chris gets dragged downstairs by her newest friend.
On her way down, Chris lets her eyes wander across the by now large crowd. She tries to make out the table she saw Street and Jules at before, but there are too many people by now. She holds up her purse and makes up an excuse, "I need to use the bathroom."
Maybe there, she has a second to pull out her phone and text the others, even if talking in person would be preferable.
"I'll be at the bar!" Sophia shouts back, "Do you want anything?"
"No, thanks. I'll order myself!" Chris replies and walks off.
In the restroom, Chris first checks every stall to make sure she is alone before unlocking her phone. But before she can start dialing, the door opens again and reveals Jules.
"Are you waiting?" Jules asks in a fake cheery voice, and Chris shakes her head. "We're alone. How much did you hear?"
"Enough. It's pretty boring upstairs, but Sam managed to get them to agree to show him where he needs to deliver next, so maybe we'll get inside a warehouse to plant something," Jules explains, and Chris sighs. At least part of the plan was working.
"What about Sophia? She is out there," Chris gestures to the crowded dancefloor. "Yeah, Street sort of froze a bit when we heard her being introduced. He is trying to be invisible," Jules laughs a bit, and Chris can't help but chime in.
Their laughter dies down when Jules's phone starts ringing. "Yes?" she answers and motions for Chris to come closer and listen in. The sergeants had decided on putting Street in play too. Any which way possible.
"Ah, I'll go meet Sophia. You do your thing," Chris lets out after the call has ended.
"Can he dance?" Jules asks while opening the tap to wash her hands. "He at least told me he can," she shrugs.
A few moments later, Chris slides into a stool next to Sophia, who had been flirting with the bartender. "A mojito, for my friend here," the woman orders with a wave at Chris before her eyes are fixated on something to their left. Chris turns slightly, and her breath hitches too.
Street and Jules were quite the sight on the dancefloor. With just a few glances, it was clear both can dance, and Street actually knows what he is doing. He is showing off a bit much for Chris's liking when he twirls Jules out and back in with her back against his chest but all that gets forgotten when he looks in her direction.
She couldn't be sure if he was looking at her or Sophia, but there was a fire in his eyes that could make anyone blush. The moment lasts only a few seconds, and when Chris glances to her side, Sophia had already slipped out of her seat and grabbed her hand.
Chris lets herself get dragged onto the dancefloor, and she can guess what Sophia has in mind, but she thinks it can't hurt to ask anyway. "What are we doing?" she utters close to her dance partner's ear when Sophia pulls her close.
"We'll show those Americans how it's done," Sophia tells her with a fire in her eyes that makes Chris groan inwardly. The absolute last thing she wants to do right now is what Sophia has in mind.
But she can't really fight this plan, and so she just prays no one takes pictures, and Jules gets the hint and disappears quickly. About two songs later, Chris is pretending to be out of breath when she notices Jules sliding out of the booth. "I need a break," she calls out to Sophia, who probably noticed the same thing and is already fixated on Street.
Chris rolls her eyes and then walks in the direction of the bathrooms. Where she meets up with Jules again.
The Canadian is standing at the sink and pretends to freshen up her makeup. She quirks her eyebrow when Chris walks up. "Don't," Chris holds up her hand. "What?" Jules shrugs innocently. "You looked like you were having fun out there. Quite sexy, might I add. We enjoyed the show for sure."
Chris rolls her eyes. "Guess Sophia got her wish then…" she trails off a bit, trying to control the rush of embarrassment cursing through her. Under normal circumstances, she'd never given Street such a show. She takes a few deep breaths to refocus on the case and the plan. "What's the plan now? You gave her an opportunity there, and she is taking it!" Chris waves back to the crowd.
Jules laughs softly in response. "Yeah, depending on how compromising the situation is, I am going to make a little or a lot of fuss… probably will end in at least me being thrown out. And then we'll see. It's a delicate game Street is playing there…."
"I know but knowing him. He's gonna charm his way through this," Chris can't help the slightly sarcastic tone she takes, and she catches the look Jules throws her. "Later," Chris mouths before she slips into the bathroom to at least keep up appearances. She splashes some water in her face to cool down.
And then, she walks back up to the VIP section to be as inconspicuous as possible, but she can't deny she wants to see what Jules has in store.
To keep their cover, Chris slips into a seat next to Sam and sighs theatrically, "I lost Sophia downstairs," to which Sergio recommends, "Go see if you can spot her from the balcony, she might just have found some new friends to dance with."
Chris walks over as suggested, and when she reaches the railing, Jules steps up to the booth.