"Fucking, Pari,"
"What's wrong with-" "Bon Dieu fucking police! Brûle en l'enfer!"(Good god fucking police! Burn in hell!)
Robin was trying to piece together the words. "I'm sorry Val, I didn't catch all of that. I'm not exactly fluent, you know..."
Tank was crunching loudly on some baked lays. "I heard 'fuckin police', then the rest was croissant talk,"
She sauntered up to him, pointing a finger against his collar. "Essayez-moi, garçon blanc," she basically spat the words.
Adams smiled. "Now that sounded threatening. Let me guess. I bet I can get it without translation. Fight me?" he asked.
"Try me, white boy," a voice translated, walking through the door.
Valadaa let go of him and jerked around, standing at attention.
"At ease," the man chuckled, fixing himself a drink. "You'd think they would have scotch on such a nice jet... definitely better than that shit chopper they had you and I jump out of, huh Val?" he sat down, cross legged.
The boys both looked confused, but Limear just walked up to the man, leaning in very closely to his face. Their lips were so close that he could smell the intoxicating mint vanilla breath.
Their eyes were locked. "Boss" she pulled away. "Probie," he responded, smiling.
"Toujours à couper le souffle," (Always Breathtaking) Rab smiled very gently.
"Ennuyeux," (Boring) an immediant response.
Rab laughed. "Whoo! Five years and still getting shot down! Boys, that's how it's done,"
The boys looked solemn. "Boss?"
"Yes indeedio!" he proclaimed proudly, jutting his thumb up to point at himself.
The boys both looked morbidly horrified and fascinated. "You knew her before we did?" Tank asked. The unknown man looked confused. "Um, yeah. How old were you, 16?" Rab looked to the woman. "15, I believe," she corrected him.
He nodded. "There ya go,"
"15~" tank and robin sighed.
"You wanna see pictures? I still have them on my phone. Haven't upgraded in like 5 years,"
"You took pictures with him? You won't take any with us!" Robin burst, uncharacteristically upset. Val only looked away, pouting. "Delete them," "No,"
The boys both crowded the man, trying to get a good look at his gallery of pictures. He seemed to have an album called "Val 2013-14,"
Robins eyes softened. He must not be the obnoxious flirt he comes off as...
Limear looked annoyed to say the least. She approached Rab and reached forward. The girl slid her hand into his leather jacket pocket, taking the pack of smokes.
Tank looked at her with a cocked head. "Val this is a jet,"
The girl cut him a sharp stare. "Wow Adams, I thought we were riding on Shamu,"
"Save me one," Rab looked up, meeting her eyes with a smile.
Her cheeks warmed for a split second before she spun around sharply and left.
They were all eating dinner. Or more like, eating junk food and splaying on the sofa.
Limear entered the room, looking around. "Sit anywhere, there's food on the coffee table," Adams said. She walked over and looked at Rab expectantly. He was sitting in the arm chair, eating a protein bar. The man easily slid over a little, and she got in next to him. They always fit very well like that. It was always... cozy. Never awkward, but always nice and snug.
His arm wrapped around her, and she rested her head on his chest while she played on her phone.
... the two boys, were they seeing this? That couldn't be real, just what is their relationship? Val got mad if Adams even tried to link arms.
The boys both looked at each other, soon getting up and leaving to the toilet. Probably to talk.
"I missed you," he said softly, no trace of teasing in his voice. She interlaced their fingers, watching the way her hand looked so fragile against his. He had big, rough hands.
"I'm sorry," she she said, her eyes almost glazed in calm. Rab frowned, looking away. "Did you leave because of me?"
"No,"
"Then why?"
"Does it really matter?" she said so softly...