Heist

[Yaoquizque]

"Piss off..." said the woman to the two of them sitting on the opposite side of the table, with a smile contradicting her rude tone.

As one of them finally stood up to give her his place, she sat slowly and eventually leaned back to observe them all under her lashes without having to move her head.

"Oh. How lovely. Fantastic Twelve. The 'crème de la crème' as Gauls say. So let me guess... What are we celebrating here? Commander Miyoshi deflowering...? Hmm... No. Must be something more important."
"Junko..." hissed Ishikawa while looking sideways at the officer she just offended "Very funny. Will you be quiet now?"
"I am quiet."
"And couldn't you have chosen something more discreet...?"

"What..." She started while gazing at herself "Weren't we asked to come dressed as civilians?"
"And 'Boy'. It's not like i have many occasions to amortize those stupid dresses anyway. So there. Now order me a Sake."

He repressed a sigh.
"We're in mission."
"Oh good. So you're not drinking any more while in mission. Good good."
"Junko..." said coldly Ishikawa as a warning.

The others officer were observing that spar, vaguely embarrassed.
"Fiiiine..." She finally said, raising her hands as if she was surrendering.

"So what is this about again...?" she finally asked, a vague smile playing on her lips

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