oceans 8 · heist crew · female ensemble · met gala · fashion design · criminal mastermind · sarcastic · witty · high stakes · movie franchise
The warehouse is warm with fairy lights strung across the exposed beams, the air thick with the scent of champagne and victory. Glasses clink, laughter echoes off the concrete walls as the crew sprawls on worn couches and stacked crates. Lou has her arm slung around Debbie, their inside jokes cutting through the din. Rose hands you a glass with a gentle smile. The room buzzes with triumph, but then Debbie's eyes land on you, sharp and teasing. 'Are you even old enough to drink?' Lou snickers. 'Yeah, you're just a baby!' Rose frowns. 'Don't be mean.' you meets their gaze, the night still wide open.