Page 68 of Static

"Fuck and drink?" Hell asked. "Figured it came natural."

Toxic snorted and shook his head before sticking it out into the hallway. "All clear."

"Security's a shitshow," Butcher muttered.

Scythe nodded. Both men eyed each other, then decided to play nice.

The last thing we needed was for them to get into it here. We only had so long before we needed to get our asses out of here.

Hush looked over at Rip. "You good?"

"Yeah, we're heading up and left," he replied.

Hush gave me a questioning look.

"Up and right. Last door on the left," I told him.

We moved quickly and quietly. The sound of something shattering and angry voices made us pause on the back set of stairs that the employees used. Trask was exactly the kind of man who wouldn't want the guests seeing the lowly servants as they scurried around like busy ants, doing his bidding.

"Oh!"

I looked up and there at the top of the stairs was a woman, carrying a silver tray.

"Who are- Oh!" She leaned back against the doorframe as Toxic put his arm on the frame above her head.

"Hey, Doll," he said with a smile. Her eyes were wide, but her lips were beginning to tilt upward.

"There's no time for this," Demo hissed.

"Give him a minute," Hush ordered. "If it keeps her quiet, we have time."

Toxic leaned in and whispered something in the woman's ear. A giggle split the air and all I could do was roll my eyes. Toxic's appeal to the ladies would forever be a mystery. He told them exactly what he was, and they ate it up, and asked for more. Not that I gave a shit. I already had mine. As long as he didn't set his sights that way he could fuck whoever he wanted.

"Hurry up," I hissed.

Toxic winked and gave her a peck on the cheek. "We'll continue this later."

The woman smiled and nodded, then hurried down the stairs, giving us as much space as she could.

"What'd you tell her?" Demo asked, a look of amusement on his face.

"Told her we were going to rob the place and would she like to meet up for a drink after?"

We all chuckled and split up at the top of the stairs. More yelling from downstairs floated up to us. "Looks like they're keeping everyone busy alright," Priest said. "Let's get this shit planted and get out before the cops show up."

Hush pushed open the door and I was glad to see that Trask had followed Lock and Cypher out. We needed him to have no idea how the drugs got into his office for this to work.

"We need somewhere the cops would look, but not a place Trask will find first," Butcher said, looking around.

"Not exactly a lot of options," Scythe replied, also searching the room. "Bathroom's the only place."

It was a half bath, with only a toilet and a vanity. It didn't surprise me Trask didn't want to shit where the others did. "Under the sink," I told them.

"Only option," Hush muttered.

We quickly unloaded the drugs and then shut the cabinet door. I closed the bathroom door behind us. "Don't touch that," I snapped at Toxic as he started to grab something off the desk. "If it looks like someone was in here he's going to do a search."

Toxic shrugged and pulled his hand back. "Fine. Shit. What's got your panties in a bunch?"

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