Hey, sorry I haven't written anything in like, forever and sorry this is so short! But you know, school and stuff is killing me :(
The next morning, the team met at the warehouse, per usual, but this time, without hiding anything about their work from Zoe. This confused Yusuf greatly.
"Wait. Sorry, I'm confused. Why aren't we sending her off into some place where she'll never have to hear about this?" Yusuf asked.
"Because…" Arthur sighed rubbing his eyes. He was so petrified that he didn't get a wink of sleep last night because he kept checking his totem to see if this was all a dream. But it wasn't. It was all real, but Arthur refused to accept it.
"Because she's our new extractor!" Ariadne chirped gleefully.
"But she's like… 10…" Yusuf muttered, looking down at Zoe.
Zoe scowled as she took two steps forward, looking up at Yusuf and promptly kicking him in the shin.
"HOLY SHIT FUCK!" Yusuf cursed, grabbing his shin.
"You're such a drama queen, Yusuf," Eames said, rolling his eyes.
"SHE KICKS REALLY HARD THOUGH!" Yusuf complained.
"You guys, shut up. We've got a job," Arthur announced.
"Shit, already? But Zoe's not ready for it. She hasn't even been in training yet," Ariadne said.
"Even if she were fully trained, she wouldn't be able to do it. Which is why I called Vittoria," Arthur explained.
"Who's Vittoria?" Ariadne and Zoe questioned.
"The devil…" Eames muttered with a scowl.
"I hear my name," a voice said from behind the team.
A tall brunette emerged from the door behind them. The model-esque Italian sauntered over to the team and smirked, acknowledging Eames' presence.
"This is Vittoria. Cobb and I worked with her a few years back. She's a wonderful extractor. Vittoria, this is Yusuf, Ariadne, and Zoe and of course you remember Eames," Arthur introduced.
"Of course I remember Mr. Eames. It's quite impossible to forget a drunken man wearing nothing but a poncho," Vittoria smirked. Eames scowled and flicked her off.
"You guys! Minors! In the room!" Arthur scolded, covering Zoe's eyes.
"So this must be the little twerp who screwed you over. Hi I'm Vittoria," she said with a smile, sticking her hand out to Zoe.
"I'm Zoe and if the only person you're going to make fun of is Eames, then we're not going to get along," Zoe said, shaking her hand.
When the day was over, the team agreed to go out and celebrate the addition of Vittoria and Zoe to their team. As they walked to the restaurant, Ariadne pulled Arthur to the back of their crowd.
"So what's with Vittoria and Eames?" Ariadne asked Arthur.
"When they first met, which was in a bar, Eames challenged Vittoria to a drinking game. Ten shots of vodka in 5 minutes. Vittoria won. Which is why you never make a bet with her- she'll always win," Arthur explained as Ariadne burst out laughing.
"Oi lovebirds! Hurry it up!" Yusuf shouted.
"We're not dating!" they shouted in unison, blushing.
"Yeah, whatever. Just get your sloth arses over here. It's piss cold out tonight and it's warm inside, so hurry up!" Eames yelled at them. Arthur and Ariadne roll their eyes at him.
"Shall I escort you 5 meters to the restaurant then?" Arthur asked, holding out an arm.
"Why thank you, good sir," Ariadne laughs, weaving her arm around his as they head off towards the restaurant together.
When they enter the restaurant, the waiter looks at them quizzically. But none of them minded. Of course they knew that it would seem odd to see a group of twenty and thirty some year olds and then one little 13 year old. They take a table at the back of the restaurant.
"So who's our mark this time?" Eames asks.
"Not now, Eames. We're celebrating," Ariadne scolds.
"If we're celebrating, then we should order some liquor," Vittoria smirks.
"NO. NO LIQUOR," Eames protests.
"Well, it's a celebration. What would a celebration be without a little wine?" Ariadne says with a shrug.
"Fine. But only wine. No vodka…" Eames mutters.
"I'm so lost… But as long as I'm getting my liquor, I'm good," Yusuf says, as clueless as always.
Half an hour later and 10 bottles of wine later, Ariadne, Vittoria and Zoe are the only ones still standing. Arthur is passed out on the table, Yusuf has escaped to the bathroom and Eames ran off after the third bottle, in fear of losing to Vittoria again.
