"This way, miss Hardjocc." Bars pointed the way, and Aria followed him without any sort of question, but still aware that the action was NOT prepared the way she was used to, that Machonto was the worst one to do it, and that she could have done it better after a week of drinking and hungover as shit. With her eyes closed. While sleeping.
Some things should have been planned with appropriate experience. She could have seen Toussaint almost sweating, sure that they were busted. Callaghan, however, knew not everything was lost yet.
"Where are we going?" she asked, looking around, but in the dark it was quite hard to see anything. "I thought the party is supposed to be upstairs."
"The party is for people who are who they are, not for those who claim to be someone else." Bars' voice was harsh and almost menacing. Aria didn't twitch, but she was sure she heard her partner swallowing.
