#12percentofaplan

“Ten bucks says you can’t guess how I got that..” Pete grinned cockily when he felt a finger tracing the scar which twisted around his lower left arm.

“How else was I gonna prove it?” Pete shrugging his shoulders when he replied, and taking another sip of his coffee. He wasn’t fazed at all by her being stood their in her underwear, he’d been chased by women in their underwear wanting to kill/maim him, so this was nothing. Although he did appreciate the view, she was very easy on the eye.  

He didn’t move a muscle when she stepped towards him, he stayed where he was sat and watched each step and slow swing of her hips, Peter offering up his own cup of coffee when she asked. “Xandarian coffee.. it’s got a bit of a kick to it, but from what I remember you totally seem to be able to handle anything.” The last part of his comment prompting a cocky smile from Peter, he was remembering more and more about the night before, and it certainly explained why he woke up with aching muscles. 

             Brushing back some of her red locks behind her ear Natasha looked at the man she spent the last night with. She tried to put the puzzle pieces and the flash backs together, figuring out how it actually came to this situation. But right now she just wanted something of this coffee that would maybe lift her spirits again. 

“Pfft, no way” 

“Alright, then this should be easy” said Vivienne with a laugh, sneaking along the line of cargo crates. They needed supplies, and the expensive kind. And anyone with that many units shouldn’t display it by buying that much. 

“When have I ever said no to that question?”