So we are drunk. Aria turned on the duck-taped little black plastic radio a while ago on the receptionist desk and now we are having a dance party. Currently we are grooving to Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana as if we are at a 90’s rave.
There is a knock on the door. We freeze and I look at Aria, who looks at Evaleen, who looks at me. Aria snaps out of it and runs over to shut off the music and turn on the lights. Yeah, we were actually pretending it’s a rave.
She straightens her dress and tries helplessly to fix her mosh pit styled hair before unlocking the front door. Evaleen and I huddle by the desk while trying to catch our breath to listen in on the conversation.
“Yes, may I help you.” Aria tries her best to sound professional.
“Yeah, we are here to pick up a painting titled ‘Birds and Sass’ to be delivered to a Mr. A. Hawthorne.” The sandpaper like male voice echoes through the door.
Aria stands back and waves him inside.
“Yes, right this way. I am the security guard and those are my assistants by the desk that are in charge of escorting the painting to its proper location.”
A stocky man of average height with stubble and a thick black mustache enters the gallery. He looks over Aria and then me and Evaleen and starts to chuckle. After a moment he heads back to the door.
“Hey, Arnold. Come in here. There are some chicks here trying to pass themselves off as security guards.”
In a few moments a tall skinny man who looks to be in his fifties walks in and looks us over.
“I have never seen such hot security detail in my life, huh Justin?” Arnold elbows Justin in the shoulder.
Aria puts her hands on her hips and sighs.
“Hey, we are the security and Sandra, the gallery owner, left strict instructions that we are to make sure the painting is to be delivered to the proper location okay?” Aria huffs out.
For a moment the men look at her with their mouths open, almost believing her until she hiccups. Then they break into laughter for a good minute. I decide to help Aria out and make my way around the desk.
“Just because we are female doesn’t mean...” I end up not finishing my statement as I face plant into the short one’s chest and let out a loud burp.
This sets them off more. After a few minutes the tall one waves his hand in the air.
“Stop, please. I don’t think I can take anymore. If you ladies really want to tag along while we drop off a painting to some rich dudes building, that’s fine with me. But, there is no room upfront, so you have to get in the back with all the deliverables.”
Aria nods her head, “That sounds fine. The painting is in the back if you two want to follow me.”
The short one shakes his head.
“Oh no. You threes want a free ride in the truck, you have to work for it. We will be waiting in the truck while you all get the painting and put it safely inside. If that thing gets damaged I’ll tell my boss three drunk women came after me while I was holding the painting, alright?”
With that he waves at Arnold to follow him and they walk back out the door.
Evaleen turns to Aria, “This was your brilliant idea Dixon! You carry the painting, I’ll be in the truck.”
Evaleen stumbles out the front door and into the darkness.
“I’ll help you Aria. Evaleen isn’t one for manual labor.”
We stroll to the back to get the art work and it doesn’t take long until we have it on the truck. Once the guys shut the door to the back of the truck on us and we are moving on the road, a little bit of fear starts to run through my veins.
“What if they take us to the middle of nowhere and murder us, dumping our bodies where no one will find us?” I ask a little frightened in the dark.
“Drake, don’t be daft. They care more about this cargo then they do about us. Besides I have a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for...”
She doesn’t finish as we are all laughing too hard. Suddenly the truck stops as does our chuckling. The back opens and I see Arnold waving for everyone to get out.
We are in a parking garage. Justin is walking to a door and pressing a button. He is talking into what looks like an intercom and after a moment he comes back to the truck.
Evaleen, Aria and I stand around not knowing what to do as we watch the two guys taking the painting off the truck. I hear a door open near where the intercom is located and see two men appear. One is about six foot with a blond buzz cut wearing a grey suit. The other man is a few inches taller but wearing a dark hoodie and jeans. I do a double take. His outfit may be drab but his eyes and features have me drooling.
The hoodie man has jet black hair and dark features that make me think he must be from the Middle East or southeastern Europe. This is in sharp contrast to his eyes. They are blue but the shade is so light they almost look white. When he glances at me it is as if he sees right through me.
Unfortunately his gaze doesn’t last with me as they remain focused on Aria and from the looks of her, she has been hypnotized too.
“Hot damn that man is fine!” Evaleen lets the entire parking garage know her thoughts on the blue eyed hypnotizer.
“Excuse me but are all of you here to deliver one painting?” The blond buzz cut man points to everyone while stopping by the corner of the truck.
We hear the delivery guys start to chuckle.
“I am afraid so sir. These three ladies are the security guards at The Mason Gallery. They insisted on accompanying the painting to make sure it was delivered safely.” Jason tells the suit and hypno-eyes.
While Arnold and Justin take the painting to the elevator the suit turns to me and Evaleen.
“I think you ladies need to come with us. We have a few questions we would like to ask you.”
“That isn’t necessary. We just wanted to make sure the painting was delivered so we will leave and head back to the gallery.” Aria mentions just before she yelps because hypno-eyes grabs her arm and is pulling her toward the door by the intercom.
The suit clutches our arms and drags Evaleen and me away too. I have a feeling that my premonition of being killed tonight is coming true.
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