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Party III

OC x Sniper - bit of fluff and angst i think tee hee idk just writing

description:do y'all rlly need this still

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"Come on, it's up the stairs." She said, walking towards the staircase. Sniper silently followed as they went up the steps and down the hall, before eventually stopping in front of the door. Anita pulled out a key from her dress and unlocked the door, stepping inside. She threw her shoes next to the bed and her key on the desk.

Sniper stood awkwardly by the door as Anita cleaned up her space. It was obvious that she had been holed up in the motel for a while, as empty fast food cartons and clothes were strewn about the room. "Sorry about the mess. Mercenaries hardly get any company." She said dryly as she moved most of the mess out of sight. Sniper laughed softly. "No need to apologize. I bet you remember how bad my camper looked after missions." He joked, relaxing slightly as he stood.

"Yeah, I wish I didn't."

Sniper snorted and shook his head. Something caught his eye under the bed. A red piece of clothing had peaked his interest. Against his better judgement, he walked to the side of the bed and reached under, grabbing the cloth. Anita noticed his movements and watched him grab something.

"If you're picking up my bra, I'm going to punch you in the dick." She jokingly warned as she shoved the last piece of dirty clothing into a closet. Sniper ignored her comment as he pulled out the mysterious piece of clothing from under the bed. He held it up in slight shock. It was his shirt. More specifically, his old uniform shirt. Anita's smile faded and was quickly replaced with embarrassment.

"Look, before you give me any shit-"

"I ain't gonna give you anythin'. Here- take it. It always looked much better on you anyway." Sniper said simply, walking over to Anita and placing the shirt in her hands. She blushed as she held the shirt. "I only use it for pajamas. It's comfy." She mumbled, walking to the bathroom to change out of her dress.

"Yeah, I bet it is comfy." He chuckled, sitting down on the bed as he waited. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, finally giving himself some room to breath. Anita came out moments later wearing Snipers old shirt, letting it fall just below her mid-thighs.

Sniper blushed slightly and smiled at the sight; a bittersweet feeling filling his chest. Anita's face was red as she opened the fridge and rummaged for the drinks she promised. "What do you want? I have beer and beer." She said, already pulling out two beer bottles.

"I'll take a beer, please."

Anita chuckled and closed the fridge, opening the bottles before walking back to Sniper. She handed him the beer and crawled on the bed, leaning against the backboard. Sniper scooted back and sat next to her, leaving some space in between them. Anita held up her drink and glanced at Sniper.

"Cheers?"

"Cheers, mate."

They clinked their drinks and took a long sip. "This is nice." Anita hummed, breaking the silence that lingered around them. "What is? Havin' a beer with your ex?" Sniper joked, glancing over at Anita. She chuckled and shook her head. "No.. well yes, this is nice. But I meant just being with you tonight. I haven't seen anyone from the team in so long. And you're not just my ex, Mundy, you're still one of my best friends." Anita said, taking a sip from her drink.

Sniper smiled at her softly. "Yeah, you're one of my best friends too, roo." He replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and shaking her lightly. Sniper didn't immediately removed his arm, and he waited for Anita's reaction. Anita just chuckled and leaned her head against his arm. "Glad to hear it, bunny."