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Morgan was panting and breathless - did she successfully escape? Were they gone?
Morgan leaned against the side of a wall, attempting to get her breath back. She should hide. Just in case.
Morgan ducked into some random room, walking down the hallway and suddenly running into someone.
"Do watch where you're going!" The person said. Morgan might have panicked, and she might have bludgeoned the person over the head with a bat.
So not exactly the smartest thing she had ever done. They definitely weren't dead, just knocked out, but Morgan didn't want anyone to see the unconscious body of this very clearly wealthy individual, so she dragged them into a closet.
Morgan might have also swiped the person's necklace. It was going to net Morgan quite a bit at the pawn shop.
Morgan should also probably figure out exactly where she was. Probably somewhere fancy if that way that individual was dressed was any indication. Should Morgan change to blend in?
Morgan briefly considered stripping the wealthy person for a disguise before finally deciding she could probably make her current attire work.
Just gotta clean up a little. She put her hair in a ponytail and put in a pair of fancy earrings she stole. She fixed up her clothing, scrubbing out some random bits of dirt and generally neatening herself up, completing the look with some random lipstick she had forgotten she had in her pockets.
There they go. That should be a sufficient "eccentric rich woman" disguise.
Morgan confidently walked towards a room and entered it, finding a bunch of clearly wealthy people sipping wine. Morgan grabbed her own wine glass and joined in on the conversation after pouring some wine into her glass.
"Now this wine is divine," One of the wealthy individuals spoke.
"I must disagree," Morgan said, deciding to have a bit of fun while she was there, playing up the snooty accent. "I've had water closer to divinity than this swill."
The individual bristled, but they didn't become angry.
"Perhaps you'll like the next one better than," They said, and the group poured out what little wine was left in their glasses before being served the new wine.
Morgan sipped her wine. She couldn't actually differentiate between nice or expensive wines, but she followed what everyone else was doing, twirling the wine glass and looking at it with unreasonable intensiveness before taking a tiny sip and swishing the alcohol around.
"This wine is a bit dry for my tastes," One of the more well-dressed patrons spoke. "Although I do enjoy the blackberry finish."
"Yes, it's quite unique as far as wines go!" Another agreed.
"Oh, it's like every other wine I've ever tasted," Morgan contradicted.
The statement left the room in an awkward silence, and they simply moved on to the next wine.
"Ick," the guest spoke. "This wine is revolting. Too many tannins."
I, for one," Morgan spoke. "Find it divine. I can really taste the depth of flavor of the grapes used to make this."
The person scowled, and Morgan pretended like she wasn’t having the time of her life contradicting every word of these rich fuckers.
After about two more wine tastings, Morgan got the greatest idea ever.
They got to the next wine. They swirled their cup.
And then Morgan tilted her glass toward her ear as she swirled, miming listening to the wine.
The others, bewildered and confused, ended up doing the exact same thing, copying Morgan, and it took all of Morgan's effort to not just double over laughing.
The same could not be said for the guest wearing glasses who, in fact, laughed so much that their glasses fell off, revealing their eyes, which were yellow with black slits.
Morgan almost dropped her glass. The others didn't react, but there were a mixture of glares between them and Morgan.
That was Alex Stewart. Morgan had been fucking around with Alex Stewart.
Ah well. In for a penny, in for a pound.
Morgan spilled her wine on the skirt of someone in white.
"Oops," Morgan said, and Alex just laughed harder.
Morgan wondered if she could manage to steal something with all eyes on her, but she ultimately decided to do something even more stupid.
"Alex Stewart, it's a pleasure to meet you," Morgan said, and suddenly those snake eyes were pointed directly at her.
"Likewise," Alex said, reaching their hand out to shake Morgan's hand.
And, like an idiot, Morgan took it.
She was shaking the S-Tier villains' hand. Morgan was probably just moments away from death.
"Morgan Sterling," Morgan responded. Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Like the hero family?"
"Exactly like that," Morgan confirmed. "I have to bring ruin to the Sterling name after all."
Alex grinned.
"What do you say we get out of here?" Alex suggested. "These folks are boring."
And, oh, this was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea. Morgan gave a matching grin.
"Only if I get to beat your ass in Bash Sisters."
"Like hell you will," Alex grabbed Morgan and the two of them teleported away.
Morgan did, in fact, beat Alex's ass in Bash Sisters and then did so again and again.