[h2]Workin’ For A Living Part 7 - Early Evening[/h2] [h3]New Melbourne[/h3] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] and [@Yule] [table] [row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281577][img] https://i.imgur.com/1CPW58D.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281589][img] https://i.imgur.com/66r372Q.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [/row][/table] [hider=Skye’s Music] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2BSZP74ySg[/youtube] [/hider] “This is where the magic happens?” A female voice giggled. “It will tonight,” he chuckled back as she let out a yelp of delight at whatever move he just pulled. Cyd leaned her head back. Trapped like a fokkin’ rat. Isaac moved to rest his hand back on the dial and continue working when his sister's sudden change in circumstance caused him to flinch, barely grazing it. He held his breath as he looked at the dial wide-eyed. Still on 23, he hadn't botched it. He gave a long sigh of relief and kept his hands off of it until he could shake off the tension. But that would have to wait as he realized Cyd wasn't alone in her part of the house. He quickly tapped on the bone-conducting mic "S-I-T-R-E-P". “Focus on your job.” Mathias reminded Isaac quietly. “T-R-A-P-D”, Cyd tapped back. “F-S-H-T-C-K A-N-D G-R-L.” [i]Well,[/i] she lamented, [i] Upside is this probably won’t take long.[/i] The downside was that Mathias and Issac no longer had eyes on their side. “Can you give me a description? You remember what table she’s from?” Mathias asked and he excused himself to run to the bathroom. At least then he could talk more freely and not sound like a muttering loon. Cyd let out a slow breath as silently as possible. She had no visual from beneath the desk, so from her voice, she tried to place the woman. More giggling, then a playful yelp from the woman. [i]Come on, Cyd, think, [/i] she chided herself. “I remember the last time I was in here,” the woman said in a teasing voice. “Oh, yeah?” He asked, as she dissolved into another fit of giggles. Clothes were definitely hitting the floor. [i]Bay Breeze, she ordered a bay breeze,[/i] “T-B-L-E S-V-N,” Cyd tapped out. “L-M-N D-R-E-S-S, B-R-N H-A-I-R” Mathias moved at a trot to the table chart in the kitchen looking over the names and seating. He tapped table seven on the wall thinking. “Hold tight.” He assured her as walking to the bar. Mathias nabbed two flutes with champagne. Weaving around tables and people he found his mark on table 7. “Mr. Pierce?” Mathias said calm and pleasant. “Yes?” He asked, breaking away from his conversation. He was an older man, greying he wasn’t either unpleasant or over pleasant. “Your wife? Mimi? Ask to see you, privately in the office.” Mathias stated quietly. “Oh?” The gentlemen blinked, clearly not quite understanding. “And to bring some champagne,” Mathias said less than subtly holding out the two flutes. Apparently, the guy was thick to boot. ‘“[i]Oh![/i]” Mr. Pierce said realization dawning on him. “Thank you, my good man.” He beamed and sauntered off with the champagne. “Incoming …” Mathias whispered to his sister. “S-H-O-T” she tapped back, waiting patiently. The anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach returned briefly as it became apparent the desk she was under was their horizontal surface of choice. The worry of getting caught suddenly intensified. Isaac knew he didn't have a whole lot of time with the unplanned entertainment Mathias just sent Cyd's way. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He opened them, laser-focused on his target. He blocked out the chatter in his earpiece and listened only for the sound of the gently rubbing gears turning just millimeters away inside of the steel safe door. He heard the telltale brief silence, the metal touching again, and the change in pressure on the door handle. "That's two." He whispered into his comm. “Mimi,” a male’s voice called in a sing-song voice. The office door swung open. “I got your… What the fuck!?” Mimi’s being caught in the literal act quelled Cyd’s fear of the same, and it was obvious her less-than-significant other was less-than-significantly happy. [i]Please don’t instigate a threesome,[/i] Cyd silently wished. “You son-of-a-bitch!” The male voice roared. The desk Cyd was under rumbled as the jilted man went after a half-naked Vanderhull. “Jon!” The woman yelled as the desk rocked again. Cyd’s eyes flicked left to right as she tried to ascertain when would be the best time to make an exit. Someone got hit - her money was on Fishsticks, but Fishsticks was fighting back. It was hard to tell who Mimi was trying to help, but she threw herself in the mix. The middle Skye cringed as she listened to the fight at hand. At least this time, no one seemed to be pulling a gun. “Put your damn dress back on!” Jon spat, throwing what had looked like an expensive party dress at Mimi. Fishstick took advantage of the distraction, and with what was supposed to be a guttural roar, tackled Jon into the desk. Vanderhull’s laptop crashed to the ground. Cyd squished into a tighter ball as she saw the tail end and legs of Jon hit the floor. Obscenities flowed from all of them, and apparently, Fishsticks made a break for it to find security, Jon and a now sobbing Mimi hot on his heels.