*laughs in having an au planned over this*

"Why do these people always have massive parties like this?" She mused. Seven snorted slightly, spinning her in his arms.

"It makes our job easier." Seven said. And it was true. For having data about the weapons black market on his computer, this man's security was very lax for such a large event. She was brought back to attention as he spoke. "You ready, Six?"

"Whenever you are." She said lightly, and then immediately stumbled on his foot. To an on looker, this was accidental, but sometimes stages needed to be set.

"Hahaha that was scary!" She said, slurring her words. He had caught her by the arm, and began to lead her over to where someone that was working the party was. Freshly hired, basically zero experience, perfect to panic at the sight of an overly drunk woman.

"Excuse me," Seven spoke to the younger man, whose eyes grew wide at the fact he was being spoken to. "Is there a place where she can lie down? She went a little overboard."

"But they tasted so good~" She whined at Seven, and he smiled at her fondly. The worker rapidly shook his head.

"Ah yes sir. Right this way." He said, and then lead them deeper into the house. Once his back was turned, she raised an eyebrow at Seven. Seven shrugged with a grin, and began to tug her along.

They ended up in a room not too far away from the party that was full of couches placed along the walls. The man stuttered slightly as he told them that she could rest here and quickly returned to his post.

"That was easy." She mumbled, plopping down on one of the couches and freeing her feet from the heels she'd worn.

"I'll take it." Seven said, and took a quick peek outside the door. He turned back to her and spoke with a teasing grin. "Remember what to do while I'm gone?"

She rolled her eyes. "My loving hubby has run off to get me a wastebasket in case I end up puking. Silly me getting so drunk~." She said coming over and draping her arms around his shoulders. His face grew as red as his hair, and he began to stammer.

“Mey-Rin? How is the party going so far?” She glanced over at the man of the hour. One Mr. Park: business man who moonlighted as a smuggler in his free time. The agency had decided to squash his extracurricular activities, and who was she to argue? Which is exactly how she found herself playing the role of butler. 

“Everything is going well. All RSVPed guests have arrived and will soon be directed to the dining hall.” She listed. Mr. Park nodded in satisfaction and nodded for her to continue. “Access to restricted areas of the house is blocked by security, though accessible by the behind the scenes help. Anywhere off limits to them is locked off by the key only held by me.”

“And soon me~” The voice in her ear suddenly spoke. It had taken years of training, but she didn’t jump at her partner’s words. 

“Good work.” Mr. Park said cheerfully, clapping her on the shoulder. “You know, for a new butler you’re doing far better than I’d ever expected!”

“I’m glad I could exceed your expectations” She responded with a weak grin. “Now, I’m going to do some checks to make sure the party will continue to go swimmingly.”

Mr. Park nodded again and then wander after a waiter holding a platter with glasses of wine on it. She quickly turned and walked towards the meeting point she’d arranged with Seven earlier expecting to see the maid standing there. Instead she had to stop herself from shrieking as she was suddenly yanked into a closet.

“Fancy meeting you here~” Seven said with a wicked grin. She rolled her eyes, and a voice suddenly came over both of their earpieces. 

“Keep the roleplay at home you two.” Vanderwood drawled out.

“In the closet wasn’t exactly the planned meeting point.” She mumbled.

“Lighten up, Six. We’re away from prying eyes.”

“Until everyone notices the butler and the maid fall out of the closet together.” She pointed out.

“The passion overcame us.” Seven said with a shrug and a sly grin. She rolled her eyes, passing the key over to him. He grinned, slipping the key into his already stuffed bra.

“Hold onto that passion for later. Go get what we came here for.” She told him before pressing a hard kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, he was staring at her in a daze. 

“What was that?” Seven mumbled. 

“Making it look believable.” She said briefly, running a finger over Seven’s lip, smudging his lipstick even further. “Now go get yourself put back together, doll.”

“What did I say about the roleplay!” Vanderwood’s voice suddenly piped up again, and she laughed slightly. 

“We’re done. See you in a few hours~” She told Seven, before stealthily leaving the closet. It may have taking a bit longer for Seven to leave, but that was definitely because he was trying to throw off anyone who might have seen her leave. That’s all. 

~

(”Sir, I believe that the butler is having an illicit relationship with one of the maids.”

“Ah, young love.”

“Sir, they’re both women.”

(Fic in question)

When Seven woke up, he was in his bed in his bunker. Which definitely wasn’t where he’d last been to the best of his memory. He did a quick check on himself, trying to note his injuries. His leg was heavy, most likely in a cast, his face was sore, and he had a few bruised, if not broken, ribs. He also couldn’t see very well, which made sense. He did remember one of the first things they did to him was shatter his glasses. 

Seven looked o the side and found one of his spare pair of glasses. Despite the ache in his ribs as he lifted his arm, he grabbed his glasses and put them on. He could see clearly, and with that, he could see the woman that was slumped against the side of his bed, clearly asleep.

“Six?” Seven mumbled, but not loudly enough to wake her from her sleep. He stared at her sleeping face, a four tone whistle rang across his memory. What he had thought was a hallucination, his mind letting him see the one he most wanted to as he was trapped, had actually happened. And the proof was right in front of him.

He gently reached out, and brushed her bangs out of her face. Her nose scrunched up slightly, but her face smoothed back out as she settled back into sleep. 

She’d really come to save him, teasing him in her own way about how she had missed him. He’d teased her in return, unable to keep up his facade of not caring about her in the face of what he thought was simply a dream. But she had returned the affectionate teasing, and it was all he could think about. 

Maybe she really did care too. Maybe, she was putting on the same facade he did. The thought made his heart squeeze.

She finally stirred, eyes blinking open as she looked at him, a look he couldn’t interpret on her face.

“You’re awake.” She mumbled, sitting up and stretching her arms up over her head.

“I am.”

“What all do you remember?” She asked. He thought for a moment, and decided to throw caution to the wind.

“Not much,” He said slowly, “but I do know you owe me a confession.” 

Her face turned bright red, and she looked away from him. “Of all the things to remember.”

Seven couldn’t help but laugh. That had happened. She really did care about him in her own way. He’d take any broken bone to know that.

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