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Iliana
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"I never said it wasn't plastic,"he murmured back, leaving it at that. He checked the phone in his pocket quickly. 9:43. They had about 7 minutes before that plane took off. He still didn't bother to quicken the pace. Once inside the airport, he greeted the men at the door with his award-winning smile, shaking hands and saying how it was 'good to be back'. Those men didn't know sarcasm if it hit them in the forehead with a studded bat. They were the same two who always guarded the entrance to the BAD's personal terminal. Yes, as if designated parking spots weren't enough, the ops even had their own eating and bagging area. How special.
Marce introduced Ace as his girlfriend, figuring, why the hell not? He already had to kiss her to prove the fact, and since she was such a good actress, she shouldn't have minded the title. One of the men with red hair whistled, taking her hand gingerly in his own black, gloved one, kissing it slowly.
"A pleasure, truly. You never told me your girlfriend was a beautiful goddess, Marce."
"Hell, he never told me he had a girlfriend!"the other commented, repeating the gesture with her other hand. Marce blinked innocently towards the two of them, careful to avert his eyes from Ace until it was over. He was going to take his ass whooping like the man he was, but there was no reason to do so in front of the two men.
"This is why. I can't have someone as lovely as Grace waltzing around a terminal all alone looking like this. Not without me, of course,"he said, dropping the bag to let the blonde haired man take it away after he sent a wave to Ace. The red haired one laughed, chucking Marce into his right arm playfully.
"I'm sayin'! If I didn't know she was yours, I would have tried to make my own moves! You know how me and women do..."he said slyly, chucking Marce again. Marce mimicked his laughter, hiding his 'Not-A-Chance-In-Hell' look with a pearl toothed grin.
"Watch it, Mitch. I got a gun."
"So do I! I'm man enough to fight for a woman, now!"he said, playfully patting his glock attached to the holster on his right hip. Not bothering revealing the whereabouts of his own, Marce linked his arm around Ace's waist, sprinkling fuel on the fire.
"But to die for one?"
"...Now, I don't know about all that!" Mitch and Marce laughed just in time for Vern, the other guard, to whistle them over and walk past the metal detector. You're welcome, Ace, Marce thought, nodding towards the men as he and Ace walked down the hallway to the outside, the ramp of the plane waiting patiently for the two. Marce was all smiles and no words, glad that the hum of the engine blocked out all source of sound, meaning that Ace's tirade would have to wait.
Marce introduced Ace as his girlfriend, figuring, why the hell not? He already had to kiss her to prove the fact, and since she was such a good actress, she shouldn't have minded the title. One of the men with red hair whistled, taking her hand gingerly in his own black, gloved one, kissing it slowly.
"A pleasure, truly. You never told me your girlfriend was a beautiful goddess, Marce."
"Hell, he never told me he had a girlfriend!"the other commented, repeating the gesture with her other hand. Marce blinked innocently towards the two of them, careful to avert his eyes from Ace until it was over. He was going to take his ass whooping like the man he was, but there was no reason to do so in front of the two men.
"This is why. I can't have someone as lovely as Grace waltzing around a terminal all alone looking like this. Not without me, of course,"he said, dropping the bag to let the blonde haired man take it away after he sent a wave to Ace. The red haired one laughed, chucking Marce into his right arm playfully.
"I'm sayin'! If I didn't know she was yours, I would have tried to make my own moves! You know how me and women do..."he said slyly, chucking Marce again. Marce mimicked his laughter, hiding his 'Not-A-Chance-In-Hell' look with a pearl toothed grin.
"Watch it, Mitch. I got a gun."
"So do I! I'm man enough to fight for a woman, now!"he said, playfully patting his glock attached to the holster on his right hip. Not bothering revealing the whereabouts of his own, Marce linked his arm around Ace's waist, sprinkling fuel on the fire.
"But to die for one?"
"...Now, I don't know about all that!" Mitch and Marce laughed just in time for Vern, the other guard, to whistle them over and walk past the metal detector. You're welcome, Ace, Marce thought, nodding towards the men as he and Ace walked down the hallway to the outside, the ramp of the plane waiting patiently for the two. Marce was all smiles and no words, glad that the hum of the engine blocked out all source of sound, meaning that Ace's tirade would have to wait.