He laughs, shrugging. "Why would I lie about my age? Anyway, thirty isn't old. I'm still very fit and full of energy, thank you," he tips his head, winking playfully at her as he pulls her back in after that spin. "I don't have the habit of going around yelling at people and complaining about everything, no. So don't worry about that."
Matching everyone else, he applauds once the song is over, turning back to her when the next one begins. Maybe it's indulging a little, and maybe he shouldn't be enjoying himself while working, but there's no harm in just... one more dance. "I've never learned any proper dance steps," he admits, stepping closer and placing one arm around her, then the other when he sees the other couples doing the same. "But I like dancing. Swaying especially, yes."
One more turns into two, then three, drinks peppered in the down time between. Dancing is fun, and there's not a ton of other ways to kill the time. Natasha watches the crowd around them, a few faces in particular. She waits for the flushed cheeks, the slightly glassy eyes. She waits until gesturing hands begin to flail a little more wildly, until amused laughter turns raucous. This event is, on the surface, a fundraiser. That means that those in charge have a vested interest in getting people drunk enough to part with quite a large chunk of change, so their window is small. "All right," she tells Steve as the two of them sip another pair of drinks in the corner. "Time to go. You've got your four marks. Start with the one who was staring at you."
She's got her own lines to reel in. It's a throwaway comment, back over her shoulder when she's a few steps away from him. "Oh, and don't be surprised if he's got the same idea that you did earlier. You know, about getting you out of your clothes." Hopefully Steve is tipsy enough to just roll with this.
Natasha's more observant than he is, more used to her surroundings too, so he follows her lead and waits for her go-ahead when she starts to pick up on clues that tell her it's time they move in. He nods when she announces it's time, taking one last sip from his drink and setting it down on a table nearby.
Smoothing his clothes as he squares his shoulders, he looks over at her as she throws that remark at him. He frowns for a moment, confused, but he's not completely ignorant either. It may take him a few seconds but then it clicks in his head, and then he's struggling not to blush viciously.
Anyway, it's work. It has to be done. Not that he plans on getting on any level of undressing with the guy, but he won't die if he has to be a little more... friendly than he's comfortable with. He starts off across the room, walking casually as if there's no real purpose to it, until he manages to get close enough to his first mark, and he'll try to keep up the same relaxed attitude as he makes his way through his list.
Hopefully not all of them are as prone to flirting.
He was right about one thing, he definitely doesn't read as spy.
She gives him the signal when the room is past the point of useful intoxication, and then begins to feign it herself. He can help her out to the balcony for some air. It's deserted at the moment because of a light drizzle making the brisk evening actually cold. It's a good place to vanish for a bit. Mostly because there's only one way in and out.
Which is perfect, because she's got lots to tell him. Hopefully, he's also got something useful to share.
He can tell when he starts getting less information out of people, so her signal comes as no surprise. He parts ways with his current company with a smile and a bow of his head, and leaves them to keep drinking and turning their attention on someone else. He's quick to make his way back to Natasha's side, taking her idea and going with it as he leads them out to the balcony.
"So? Enjoyed the party?" He keeps the question inane enough at first, until he's sure they're out of anyone's ear range.
Natasha's response is a lazy smile and a laugh, until they're through the doors and off to one side. All pretense of intoxication vanishes quickly. "Senator's definitely dirty. Also a lecherous creep who wouldn't give me his room key, which means there's something worth hiding in there. So something is happening with him tonight, and I've got..." She checks Steve's watch again. "About fifteen minutes before our absence is noticed. So..." She nods her head straight up, at the hotel windows and balconies of the more prestigious rooms above their heads. "Do you want to wait here, or do you feel like coming along?"
He looks up to the same windows when she nods, eyebrows raising with a light huff. "I think I'd just hold you back," he says honestly. He's in good shape, granted, but she's much quicker and more flexible than he is. "You go, I'll stay here. Keep in touch, and if you need a distraction, let me know. I'll think of something."
He's hoping she'll be fast and it won't come to that, but you never know.
"Tripping and spilling a drink down someone's dress is usually pretty distracting," she says as she pulls her stealth Bites from where they were strapped to her leg. She slips off her shoes, takes the time to decide on the best connection point, and quickly takes aim. "Oh, and if someone else is dumb enough to be out here when it's this cold, go in the corner behind that plant and make embarrassing sex noises."
She spares one final glance to see if he's blushing again before she shoots out a grappling line and gets herself airbourne. It's a hell of a rush. Kind of literally. Time is against her for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is that a woman scaling the facade of a five star hotel is something that's ridiculously difficult to explain. So it's 90 seconds to zip her way up eight floors.
Fifteen minutes. She can do this. Steve will be fine.
It's as good a suggestion as any other, and much along the lines of what Steve was thinking of. The last remark surprises him more, though, and when she looks back she likely won't miss the flustered look on his face, even if the dark of the night mostly hides the blush. He finds himself hoping with all his might that no one will come out here while Natasha is climbing up or down the wall, he'd be mortified to have to do something like... that.
He keeps his eyes on her for a moment longer, impressed she manages to zip up the eight floors in such a short time. Eventually he looks back out over the city, feigning a sip from his already empty glass, trying to look as inconspicuous as can be as he glances back in at the party. Luckily the Senator's still there, not showing any signs that he plans to leave. Hopefully it'll stay that way.
Getting into the room is no problem. She's lucky he's not staying longer, that there isn't much to look through. She downloads the files from both computers she finds, breaks into a briefcase that turns out to be full of cash. Cash that now has trackers embedded in the security strips of quite a few of the bills. She goes through his clothes, checking the time several times. They're going to be missed soon.
Picking up the drives and the phone, she's preparing to leave, and it's in making sure the room doesn't look disturbed that she finds the second case.
Well, she'd be kind of antsy if she had a container of nuclear material, too. Obviously she can't leave it. She tucks the canister down the front of her dress and radios Steve. "Hey. How are we doing? I need to go lateral. Am I clear?"
He sets down his glass eventually and spends the rest of the time trying not to pace impatiently along the balcony, while avoiding looking at his watch too many times. He moves to a spot a little to the side where people inside won't notice him as much and he stays there, glancing up only once or twice, biting back any unease when he hears a voice more clearly every so often, as if they're about to step outside.
Luckily no one does, and eventually it's Natasha's voice that rings clearly in his ear, through the nearly invisible device tucked into his ear. He taps his watch to activate it, looking into the party to make sure no one will hear him, then looks away and speaks up. "You're fine. Not a lot of time, though, so better make it quick," he glances across the city, then adds with a faint smile. "You can always jump, and I'll catch you." He's kidding, don't do that.
Natasha chuckles. "I might be cutting it that close. We'll see." First thing's first, though, and she's swinging from the Senator's balcony to a room a few doors over. Then down two floors, until she gets to a room that's clearly rented but isn't occupied. This is the room she goes through, exits to run across the hotel to their own room, stashing the canister in a black case that she leaves on the balcony to be picked up by drone. Then she runs back to the rented but empty room, back onto the balcony, and hooks her line back onto a balcony above where Steve is.
He doesn't look up at first so he doesn't spot her moving around, and he waits patiently (as patiently as he can manage) until she speaks up again. That's when he looks up, spotting some very faint moving around above him. Her red dress makes her easier to spot too, so it's a good thing no one else is out here.
"Clear. You should have a minute or two at this point. I think—" he glances inside, hiding a little behind that plant she mentioned earlier. "Our absence is just about to be noticed." They may need an excuse as to why they disappeared for so long.
He was joking about catching her, she's sure, and she's not jumping with no support, but she is swinging over in line with Steve and then dropping straight down. She'll be fine if he just lets her hit the balcony, but he's in a position to soften her fall.
He doesn't quite realize how literal she's being there, but at least he reacts just in time when she makes a sudden descent. He takes a couple of steps to the side so he can catch her weight in his arms, letting out a small huff because while she's not exactly heavy, she's armed like a damn tank and the momentum of her fall has added something to the force with which she lands on his arms.
"Just dropping by?" He offers with a small smile, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, that was bad," she says, though she does so with a chuckle. A quick flick of the wrist detaches and retracts her line. She moves to strap the Bites back on her thigh. "Have you looked up dad jokes yet?"
Back on her feet, she straightens her dress and slips her shoes back on. "We've got a slight hiccup, by the way. We're not leaving this party until he does. Hopefully that'll be soon." Her gear is re-stashed, and she once again looks like a trophy wife wearing the hell out of an evening gown. So it's his watch that she checks. "Little long." Nothing to do about that, though. She runs her fingers through her hair, mussing it very slightly. After a moment's thought, she plucks a leaf off of a potted plant against the wall and tucks it into her hair. "Notice this once we're back inside," she tells him, fingers ruining the careful part in his own hair before smoothing it back into place. "Make sure we're in line of sight of someone when you pull it out of my hair."
"Made you chuckle," he shrugs, feeling victorious enough about that. He shakes his head at her question, though he figures it's rhetorical, at least for now. They have other things to worry about.
At first he's not quite aware of what she's doing, messing up her hair right after straightening herself out, but he catches on quick, and with a slight fluster that will likely help along with their little farce, he clears his throat and nods. He runs his own hand through his hair, knowing that now it looks like it was messed up and unsuccessfully combed to the side again, then he follows her inside.
Once a couple's eyes are on them, as well as one of those bulky security fellas, he steps closer to her, slowing her down as he plucks the leaf out of her hair, smiling shyly at her while avoiding anyone else's gaze. There, that ought to do the trick.
Natasha pretends to notice it for the first time when Steve's fingers hold it up to her. She lets shock, embarrassment, and then amusement play out over her face before she grabs his wrist to push his hand down and looks around like she hopes no one noticed. Of course a few people have, and she lets herself blush and turns her face into his shoulder before dragging him to the bar.
"That was great," she says, leaned in close and looking like she's needing him to reassure her that she didn't just make a total ass of herself. "Nothing more perfectly stereotypical than plowing your drunk trophy wife at a fundraiser."
She definitely did not make a total ass of herself. It was a pretty nice touch, actually, and no one's watching them suspiciously as they settle near the bar. Granted, she might've shocked that slightly older couple with that little show, but they'll live. So will Steve, for that matter.
"Excuse me? I was at least just as drunk," he points out, raising his eyebrows at her. "I'm pretty sure you were the one dragging me behind that strategically placed plant."
When the bartender comes over, Natasha lets Steve order drinks for the both of them while she still looks mildly embarrassed and keeps running her hands over her hair, checking it for more leaves that she knows she won't find.
At least Steve didn't have to do any actual playacting. That's something, right? He seems a little more comfortable with it now, anyway. "Hopefully he'll take off soon. We just need to make sure the security cameras have us arriving and leaving when he gets a copy of all the feeds from the hotel once he discovers what's happened."
She checks Steve's watch. The drone should be making the pick up any moment. Then they won't have to worry about anything.
"You should ask my new friend, the studio executive. I'm fairly sure he's of a different opinion." Somehow he manages to deliver that without flustering too much. Honestly his exchange with the man had been awkward and ridiculous more so than anything, helped along by the fact that the man had already had quite a lot to drink at the time. He's probably moved on to some pretty busboy in the meantime.
He picks up their drinks when the waiter finishes serving them, handing one of them to her. "We could give him a little push, if you're in a rush. But it's not that late, and we have nowhere to go. We can probably afford to wait another half hour or so. Party's starting to dwindle, in any case."
"I'm fine waiting," she assures him. "It's just going to be so much easier for us if we only show up on CCTV arriving when we did, and leaving after he does." Her own tech loops CCTV footage, so her run through the hotel won't turn up.
She takes a sip of her drink, some of her discomfort gone now that she doesn't have as much focus on her, and it's not needed. "Especially if you'd like to go spend some more time talking to your new friend? It's important for you to be branching out, making connections." Getting his ass ogled. Poor thing.
"Then we'll wait," he agrees. It's not like he's in any rush to leave here either, even if a hot shower does seem pretty great right now. That can hold, though. He'll be much more relieved if they go back knowing they're covered by the cameras.
He snorts at her remark, and nearly chokes on his drink before lowering it again. "Yeah, no, I think I'm alright, thank you. Besides, I have different..." He glances down at her, then away. The most subtle spy of all. "Preferences."
The look does not go unnoticed. Steve really needs to get himself back out there. Society might have changed a lot, but the most basic principles of dating remain the same. Sort of. Maybe don't start him on Tindr right away. He does need to do something, though. No one should be as alone as he's let himself be these last few months.
"We could dance some more. Want to go slip the band some cash and have them start playing something useful again?"
Oh good, the guy's still stuck on how to use email apps and she wants to introduce him to Tinder, that won't go down horribly or anything. Not to mention he'd be terribly confused at the thought of meeting anyone that way. Whatever happened to meeting face-to-face, getting to know someone by talking to them?
"If you're not too tired." She was the one climbing up the side of a building, after all. "It'll help pass the time, too."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Matching everyone else, he applauds once the song is over, turning back to her when the next one begins. Maybe it's indulging a little, and maybe he shouldn't be enjoying himself while working, but there's no harm in just... one more dance. "I've never learned any proper dance steps," he admits, stepping closer and placing one arm around her, then the other when he sees the other couples doing the same. "But I like dancing. Swaying especially, yes."
no subject
She's got her own lines to reel in. It's a throwaway comment, back over her shoulder when she's a few steps away from him. "Oh, and don't be surprised if he's got the same idea that you did earlier. You know, about getting you out of your clothes." Hopefully Steve is tipsy enough to just roll with this.
no subject
Smoothing his clothes as he squares his shoulders, he looks over at her as she throws that remark at him. He frowns for a moment, confused, but he's not completely ignorant either. It may take him a few seconds but then it clicks in his head, and then he's struggling not to blush viciously.
Anyway, it's work. It has to be done. Not that he plans on getting on any level of undressing with the guy, but he won't die if he has to be a little more... friendly than he's comfortable with. He starts off across the room, walking casually as if there's no real purpose to it, until he manages to get close enough to his first mark, and he'll try to keep up the same relaxed attitude as he makes his way through his list.
Hopefully not all of them are as prone to flirting.
no subject
She gives him the signal when the room is past the point of useful intoxication, and then begins to feign it herself. He can help her out to the balcony for some air. It's deserted at the moment because of a light drizzle making the brisk evening actually cold. It's a good place to vanish for a bit. Mostly because there's only one way in and out.
Which is perfect, because she's got lots to tell him. Hopefully, he's also got something useful to share.
no subject
"So? Enjoyed the party?" He keeps the question inane enough at first, until he's sure they're out of anyone's ear range.
no subject
no subject
He's hoping she'll be fast and it won't come to that, but you never know.
no subject
She spares one final glance to see if he's blushing again before she shoots out a grappling line and gets herself airbourne. It's a hell of a rush. Kind of literally. Time is against her for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is that a woman scaling the facade of a five star hotel is something that's ridiculously difficult to explain. So it's 90 seconds to zip her way up eight floors.
Fifteen minutes. She can do this. Steve will be fine.
no subject
He keeps his eyes on her for a moment longer, impressed she manages to zip up the eight floors in such a short time. Eventually he looks back out over the city, feigning a sip from his already empty glass, trying to look as inconspicuous as can be as he glances back in at the party. Luckily the Senator's still there, not showing any signs that he plans to leave. Hopefully it'll stay that way.
no subject
Picking up the drives and the phone, she's preparing to leave, and it's in making sure the room doesn't look disturbed that she finds the second case.
Well, she'd be kind of antsy if she had a container of nuclear material, too. Obviously she can't leave it. She tucks the canister down the front of her dress and radios Steve. "Hey. How are we doing? I need to go lateral. Am I clear?"
no subject
Luckily no one does, and eventually it's Natasha's voice that rings clearly in his ear, through the nearly invisible device tucked into his ear. He taps his watch to activate it, looking into the party to make sure no one will hear him, then looks away and speaks up. "You're fine. Not a lot of time, though, so better make it quick," he glances across the city, then adds with a faint smile. "You can always jump, and I'll catch you." He's kidding, don't do that.
no subject
"All right. On my way back. Still clear?"
no subject
"Clear. You should have a minute or two at this point. I think—" he glances inside, hiding a little behind that plant she mentioned earlier. "Our absence is just about to be noticed." They may need an excuse as to why they disappeared for so long.
no subject
He was joking about catching her, she's sure, and she's not jumping with no support, but she is swinging over in line with Steve and then dropping straight down. She'll be fine if he just lets her hit the balcony, but he's in a position to soften her fall.
no subject
"Just dropping by?" He offers with a small smile, raising an eyebrow.
no subject
Back on her feet, she straightens her dress and slips her shoes back on. "We've got a slight hiccup, by the way. We're not leaving this party until he does. Hopefully that'll be soon." Her gear is re-stashed, and she once again looks like a trophy wife wearing the hell out of an evening gown. So it's his watch that she checks. "Little long." Nothing to do about that, though. She runs her fingers through her hair, mussing it very slightly. After a moment's thought, she plucks a leaf off of a potted plant against the wall and tucks it into her hair. "Notice this once we're back inside," she tells him, fingers ruining the careful part in his own hair before smoothing it back into place. "Make sure we're in line of sight of someone when you pull it out of my hair."
no subject
At first he's not quite aware of what she's doing, messing up her hair right after straightening herself out, but he catches on quick, and with a slight fluster that will likely help along with their little farce, he clears his throat and nods. He runs his own hand through his hair, knowing that now it looks like it was messed up and unsuccessfully combed to the side again, then he follows her inside.
Once a couple's eyes are on them, as well as one of those bulky security fellas, he steps closer to her, slowing her down as he plucks the leaf out of her hair, smiling shyly at her while avoiding anyone else's gaze. There, that ought to do the trick.
no subject
"That was great," she says, leaned in close and looking like she's needing him to reassure her that she didn't just make a total ass of herself. "Nothing more perfectly stereotypical than plowing your drunk trophy wife at a fundraiser."
no subject
"Excuse me? I was at least just as drunk," he points out, raising his eyebrows at her. "I'm pretty sure you were the one dragging me behind that strategically placed plant."
no subject
When the bartender comes over, Natasha lets Steve order drinks for the both of them while she still looks mildly embarrassed and keeps running her hands over her hair, checking it for more leaves that she knows she won't find.
At least Steve didn't have to do any actual playacting. That's something, right? He seems a little more comfortable with it now, anyway. "Hopefully he'll take off soon. We just need to make sure the security cameras have us arriving and leaving when he gets a copy of all the feeds from the hotel once he discovers what's happened."
She checks Steve's watch. The drone should be making the pick up any moment. Then they won't have to worry about anything.
no subject
He picks up their drinks when the waiter finishes serving them, handing one of them to her. "We could give him a little push, if you're in a rush. But it's not that late, and we have nowhere to go. We can probably afford to wait another half hour or so. Party's starting to dwindle, in any case."
no subject
She takes a sip of her drink, some of her discomfort gone now that she doesn't have as much focus on her, and it's not needed. "Especially if you'd like to go spend some more time talking to your new friend? It's important for you to be branching out, making connections." Getting his ass ogled. Poor thing.
no subject
He snorts at her remark, and nearly chokes on his drink before lowering it again. "Yeah, no, I think I'm alright, thank you. Besides, I have different..." He glances down at her, then away. The most subtle spy of all. "Preferences."
no subject
"We could dance some more. Want to go slip the band some cash and have them start playing something useful again?"
no subject
"If you're not too tired." She was the one climbing up the side of a building, after all. "It'll help pass the time, too."
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)