Iowa
Connecticut would pay. Somehow, someway Iowa would make sure that her revenge on C.T. would be a terrible thing. It didn't matter that Iowa was the one who had bet against Washington in that last minute fight against Wyoming and Maine because she was sure that the whole thing was a set up. There was no way C.T. knew Wash would get lucky and beat both of the stronger Freelancers without previous planning.
"She must have payed them off," Iowa muttered to herself as she tried to walk down the hallway without alerting anyone to her presence. She was sure that her face would be as pink as the skimpy lingerie pajamas she was forced to wear if anyone saw her.
The tiny pink shorts and lacy pink top were very clingy and uncomfortable, thought Iowa figured her sweat was probably the biggest cause of her discomfort. It made her stomach sick just to think that she had to cook dinner for her fellow Freelancers while wearing such a small amount of clothing. The only consolation Iowa had was that she was not alone in this torture as Nevada and Louisiana had also been drawn into this awful situation the same way she had.
Iowa shook her head as she entered the kitchen unnoticed. "I swear I'll never gamble again after this…"she swore under her breath. Noticing the time on the clock gave Iowa a small sense of relief. A large training session was scheduled for today that she was not a part of which meant most of her comrades wouldn't be anywhere near the kitchen for several hours. She made a mental list of who was not participating in the training, noting where they usually were this time of day.
Agent North would probably be spending time with Theta around this time, maybe showing him some comics while South and Carolina were most likely bickering somewhere on the other side of the ship. That left York and Montana…"Shit!" Iowa ducked down behind the counter as she heard footsteps approaching.
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"But how did you get your hand unstuck, Monty?" York asked curiously. Montana grinned widely and shook his head. "Now that part's a secret, lad. Can't be givin' away all my tricks!" The two agents laughed as they entered the kitchen, both on a mission to find something to snack on before dinner.
Montana searched through the cabinets and pulled out a couple bags of chips while York decided to raid the freezer in hopes of finding some frozen treats. Noticing a small container of pistachio ice cream, York smiled and retrieved his prize from the freezer.
"Umm, lad?" Montana started as he noticed what York had pulled out of the freezer in hopes of eating. York grabbed a spoon and turned towards Montana, noticing an unsettled look on his face. "What's up?" York asked, only a second too late. Iowa stood up from her hiding place. It didn't matter now that they would see her in the embarrassing attire. York had her ice cream, his doom was imitate.
"Surrender the ice cream and I'll make your death quick," Iowa threatened as she grabbed a large carving knife from its place near the sink. York and Montana froze and took in the odd sight. There stood Agent Iowa, the normally grumpy, prude and monotone Freelancer, wearing nothing but pink lingerie and holding a steak knife in her hand. Both of the men knew that despite her…different clothing…she was still very dangerous. York slowly put the container of ice cream down on the counter and backed away from it carefully. Glaring at him, Iowa walked past York to retrieve her frozen dairy product and place it back in the freezer. Montana watched the event from the other side of the counter, a bit nervous as to what his wife would do next…until she turned around to open the freezer.
Monty snapped. The large Irish man howled with laughter and nearly dropped to the floor, earning him a very confused look from York and a very angry stare from Iowa. "Just what the hell is so funny, Montana?" Iowa growled. Attempting to stop laughing to answer her question, Monty was able to spit out one sentence before returning to his fit of laughter.
"That red heart on your bum suits ya so well, Love!" Montana roared with laughter. York glanced over and saw the large red heart placed right on the back of Iowa's tiny pink shorts. Unable to resist the larger man's contagious laughter, York burst into his own laughing fit.
Infuriated, Iowa stormed out of the kitchen, leaving the two male Freelancers on the floor to continue their laughter. "What's their problem?" A voice asked. Iowa whipped her head around to see a similarly dressed Louisiana standing uncomfortably in the doorway.
Iowa considered telling Louisiana the whole story, but held her tongue at the last second. A sneaky grin spread across her face and she waved to her friend to follow her into the restroom. Iowa reached into a small medicine cabinet and grinned even wider.
"They don't have a problem," Iowa stated as she grabbed a bottle of liquid laxatives. "Not yet."
"She must have payed them off," Iowa muttered to herself as she tried to walk down the hallway without alerting anyone to her presence. She was sure that her face would be as pink as the skimpy lingerie pajamas she was forced to wear if anyone saw her.
The tiny pink shorts and lacy pink top were very clingy and uncomfortable, thought Iowa figured her sweat was probably the biggest cause of her discomfort. It made her stomach sick just to think that she had to cook dinner for her fellow Freelancers while wearing such a small amount of clothing. The only consolation Iowa had was that she was not alone in this torture as Nevada and Louisiana had also been drawn into this awful situation the same way she had.
Iowa shook her head as she entered the kitchen unnoticed. "I swear I'll never gamble again after this…"she swore under her breath. Noticing the time on the clock gave Iowa a small sense of relief. A large training session was scheduled for today that she was not a part of which meant most of her comrades wouldn't be anywhere near the kitchen for several hours. She made a mental list of who was not participating in the training, noting where they usually were this time of day.
Agent North would probably be spending time with Theta around this time, maybe showing him some comics while South and Carolina were most likely bickering somewhere on the other side of the ship. That left York and Montana…"Shit!" Iowa ducked down behind the counter as she heard footsteps approaching.
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"But how did you get your hand unstuck, Monty?" York asked curiously. Montana grinned widely and shook his head. "Now that part's a secret, lad. Can't be givin' away all my tricks!" The two agents laughed as they entered the kitchen, both on a mission to find something to snack on before dinner.
Montana searched through the cabinets and pulled out a couple bags of chips while York decided to raid the freezer in hopes of finding some frozen treats. Noticing a small container of pistachio ice cream, York smiled and retrieved his prize from the freezer.
"Umm, lad?" Montana started as he noticed what York had pulled out of the freezer in hopes of eating. York grabbed a spoon and turned towards Montana, noticing an unsettled look on his face. "What's up?" York asked, only a second too late. Iowa stood up from her hiding place. It didn't matter now that they would see her in the embarrassing attire. York had her ice cream, his doom was imitate.
"Surrender the ice cream and I'll make your death quick," Iowa threatened as she grabbed a large carving knife from its place near the sink. York and Montana froze and took in the odd sight. There stood Agent Iowa, the normally grumpy, prude and monotone Freelancer, wearing nothing but pink lingerie and holding a steak knife in her hand. Both of the men knew that despite her…different clothing…she was still very dangerous. York slowly put the container of ice cream down on the counter and backed away from it carefully. Glaring at him, Iowa walked past York to retrieve her frozen dairy product and place it back in the freezer. Montana watched the event from the other side of the counter, a bit nervous as to what his wife would do next…until she turned around to open the freezer.
Monty snapped. The large Irish man howled with laughter and nearly dropped to the floor, earning him a very confused look from York and a very angry stare from Iowa. "Just what the hell is so funny, Montana?" Iowa growled. Attempting to stop laughing to answer her question, Monty was able to spit out one sentence before returning to his fit of laughter.
"That red heart on your bum suits ya so well, Love!" Montana roared with laughter. York glanced over and saw the large red heart placed right on the back of Iowa's tiny pink shorts. Unable to resist the larger man's contagious laughter, York burst into his own laughing fit.
Infuriated, Iowa stormed out of the kitchen, leaving the two male Freelancers on the floor to continue their laughter. "What's their problem?" A voice asked. Iowa whipped her head around to see a similarly dressed Louisiana standing uncomfortably in the doorway.
Iowa considered telling Louisiana the whole story, but held her tongue at the last second. A sneaky grin spread across her face and she waved to her friend to follow her into the restroom. Iowa reached into a small medicine cabinet and grinned even wider.
"They don't have a problem," Iowa stated as she grabbed a bottle of liquid laxatives. "Not yet."
Non-claimer!
Agents Iowa and Montana belong to the beautiful Xephiliomia and I do not claim ownership of them. I just want to make that perfectly clear. This was a collaboration between she and I. There was no stealing. None.