scarletstreak | Open RP Post

[This was absolutely not how Lisa had expected her night to go down. She'd been planning this job for weeks, legitimately bought the dress she was wearing tonight, and had already researched her targets... and now she found herself with a plus one.

And that plus one was none other than The Flash.

She was not seeing the appeal in this whatsoever, but it was nice to be owed a favor, really. She was going to keep telling herself that. And she still had every intention of leaving with at least something shiny in spite of it all. She liked a challenge.

Her grin is pleased and a little wicked as she takes him in, accepting his compliment by way of her slow once-over, lingering on his bow tie, then his lips, and finally back up to his eyes.]

This is the weirdest thing?

[She doesn't even try to hide her amusement.]

[Okay, by the time she gets back up to his lips, there's a red tinge to his cheeks, the kind of thing that's usually hidden by his cowl, but he still squares his shoulders and shakes it off. Not important, not gonna think about that, there's other stuff to worry about right now.]

I mean, don't get me wrong, I've seen a lot of weird stuff. Don't even get me started on King Shark. But usually I can just be, you know. The Flash.

[And he's nervous. This is uncharted territory on a couple levels, and he has to hunt down a villain in the middle of it all. One more glance into the mirror, and a scrunched-up 'I guess this will have to do' look, before he turns back to Lisa and offers a resigned smile.]

Thanks for helping with this. Are you ready?

[They aren't running there, there's a car service, which in itself is making Barry feel uncomfortably like they're going to prom.]

[Well, it's a small reaction, but it'll have to do. She'll consider it a win.

She almost wants to reassure him. To somehow explain that just because he isn't hiding his face it doesn't mean that his is the one he has to show. That some people don't need a mask to blend in, disappear, or be someone else entirely.

Masks are for people who care too much.]

Don't thank me yet.

[She smirks as she steps further into his space and adjusts his bow tie infinitesimally. It still looks better, somehow.]

Ready when you are.

[As it turns out, the ride over isn't horribly awkward, and he can follow Lisa's lead more easily than he'd expected as she breezes her way in, all glittering smiles and little winks at distant people in the crowd. They're looking at her, not at him, which gives him a little more freedom to get his bearings.

There's no real sign yet of the guy he's after, but they hadn't thought there would be until he was ready to make his move, so once he's adjusted a little more to the fancy reception atmosphere, he's got some time to look around. And maybe to think how, well, yeah, how nice it is to have Lisa in his corner. She knows what she's doing. Better than he does, that's for sure, but he can fake it well enough, and she can fake it really well, and they're actually blending in.

Which is why, when he spots a beat cop Joe is friends with, he starts in that direction without really thinking about it, fully intending to say hi, entirely forgetting that, technically speaking, he has a criminal on his arm.]

[Lisa can spot a cop in another room with three walls between them and her eyes closed, and she'd been doing her damnedest to keep some distance between them and herself. She'd spin at the right moment, duck her head and use her hair as a shield, turn and laugh at a joke no one told, flitting in and out of conversations, and sure, it was just as much a front, a character, but it was armor and camouflage, too.

So when Barry starts for a cop, Lisa's hand on his arm tightens, but he's not stopping, and ripping away from him would draw more attention than... well, maybe she could draw a less comfortable kind of attention.

She takes a breath and steps fast, gracefully in spite of her heels, and curves in front of Barry just as they approach a pillar that would put them out of sight of the cop, though not out of sight from the rest of the room, necessarily. She grips his lapels simultaneously and pulls him into her, her back against the column, and any further warning he's going to get comes in the form of an absolutely lethally wicked grin before she's kissing him hard.]

Wh— [He only gets that far because she grins at him before, oh god, melting him, and one hand actually scrabbles against the smooth stone of the pillar, trying to get a grip on it instead of on her as he lets out a little surprised whine against her lips.

Any thoughts of saying hi to someone he knows at the party have long since evaporated, even in just a few seconds.

When she lets him go, about a year later, he's wide-eyed and flushed, staring at her in surprise from only a few inches away.]

Wh...what was that for?

[It's deeply flattering, satisfying, to have such an effect on another person. And it's not as though she didn't enjoy herself, and she'd be lying if she didn't admit to being more than a little surprised at his... pliability. She hadn't expected the kiss to last as long as it did, but she was rather loathe to break it.

Her hands slide over his chest, smoothing his lapels, then up to cup his face, thumbs stroking along his jaw, wicked smile curving into a smirk.

When she answers him her voice is low, mouth still just inches from his. She almost considers lying.]

Were you going to introduce me to a cop, Barry?

Was—I—what, no, I mean, it wasn't...oh.

[Barry glances back over his shoulder, not seeing the guy he'd been heading toward. Which is probably good, because, uh.]

...I guess I, uh, yeah. Technically, yeah. But not, like...you know, not on purpose.

[The way she's touching him is really distracting. It shouldn't be, he knows it's all an act, but one of his hands has found her waist, and it's hard to step back. Hard to step back, hard not to lean in again—

God, focus, Barry.]

Sorry. I'm just a little on edge I guess.

[The most convincing acts have a little bit of truth to them.

The truth is, she's enjoying touching him. Would enjoy continuing to touch him. Would definitely enjoy pushing more of his buttons and dragging this out, whirling him in circles until he can't remember which way is up, and then vanishing without a trace, but she's not there to play with him.

Well. She's not there entirely to play with him. She's there for something shiny, and that means she should probably set him back on track.

Her smile twitches as she hums quietly, accepting his eventual answer, and explanation.

Her thumb strokes over his lips, her voice an exaggerated, sultry purr.]

Relax.

[And then she takes pity on him.]

Any sign of your mark?

[Like she hasn't just utterly sidetracked him on purpose.]

[How's he supposed to relax when she keeps touching him like that, that's what Barry would like to know. Not helpful. But he tries, he takes a breath and shifts away enough to give the room a scan.]

...yeah. I think so. Just came in.

[And just like that, he's all business, face stony as he watches the man swagger in, his jacket almost hiding the equipment underneath it.]

You see him? White dinner jacket thing. Kinda lumpy. Looks way too happy to be here.

[Her hands smooth down his face, down to his chest and she leans in to get a better look before releasing him completely, finally. Perfect timing.]

So what's the plan?

[Hopefully it doesn't involve her too much... or at least involves her in a way that won't get her arrested or dead. Or worse, hurt her reputation.

Don't try to make her look like a good guy, Barry.]

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