Yes.
Merced?
Not so much.
I mean, it’s not like I’m pledging to be a fucking Lost Boy or doing Peter’s dirty work because I’m riding his recently turned eighteen dick or owe Captain Hook my first born so offing him would save my imaginary child’s life.
It’s just…never been necessary.
Even when I’ve been temporarily indisposed by one – or seven– overa financial dispute, dropping them permanently just wasn’t warranted.
However, just because I haven’t, doesn’t mean I can’t.
Or won’t.
Or will hesitateif– or more likelywhen– the opportunity presents itself.
You know.
Like if they’re trying to kill me first.
Climbing up the curved staircase for the above level deck is meant to be done slow and deliberate, but impatience and anxiousness lead to the man behind me repeatedly attempting to storm forward, disregarding all stealth ideas.
“Could you slow your flippers down there, Free Willy?”I quietly scold in tandem with extending my arm outward.“Your echolocation isn’t the type that’s gonna successfully stun the enemy so much as alert them to exactly what we’re doing.”
“I am not making that much noise.”
“You could be conducting the orchestra for ‘Under the Sea’.”
His eyes narrow in obvious displeasure.
Fuck him.
He’s the one who could potentially ruin the sneak element we’re actually relying on.
Upon our arrival at the door, I give a small twist to check its status.
Locked.
Becauseof courseit’s locked.
You wouldn’t want the people you’re holding prisoner to figure out how to get out of their binds – like we did – and give them aneasyescape.
“It’s locked,” Garcia needlessly announces out loud, rearranging the pillowcase, alarm clock concoction around in his grasp.“But if we can find something small and metal, I could pick it.”
A theatrical gasp escapes alongside my free hand clutching my chest.“Why counselor, I’m pretty sure that’s breaking and entering, which is a crime.”
“Breaking and exiting to seek help, which is lawful.”
“You know how to pick locks?”
At that, the corner of his lip kicks upward.“You don’t?”
“Of course, I do.” I flash him a similar expression at the same time my fingers slip further into my bikini top.“Jailbreak was even more fun than escaping getting caught by pirates.”
“Did you father just expect you to end up in danger?”
“Don’t you?” My lighthearted rebuttal precedes the revealing of a bobby pin.“I always keep one tucked into the padding of my bikini top for emergencies.”
