Hard Liquor

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Captain Morgan meets Jack Daniels. Or maybe, Jack Daniels meets Captain Morgan.


Is Carmen going be their new theme song as they tango or would they rather hang with a group misguided assassins?


@CaseD12b6

 

[CaseD12b6]

"Daniel...You do realize this is completely your fault, right? All you had to do was go on ONE date. Just one date. Would it really have been so hard to pretend to like the girl to you know...keep her from snapping and tearing up the city?"


Morgan was being unreasonable. She would be the first to admit that, but under the circumstances, her attitude was completely justified. To the front was a tentacled freak show tossing cars like they were toys. To the back was a crazy, gun wielding blonde behaving like the classic woman scorned. Morgan would have gladly taken her chances against the blonde if it had not been for the bullet stuck in her leg. Instead, she was literally trapped in a bus with the source of this mess praying to whatever God was feeling benevolent that they would not be seen. "I mean maybe you would have found out that there was something between the two of you worth pursuing instead of wasting time on me." She hissed as she applied more pressure on her wound. "It might not be too late. Send her an apology text. People these days like apology texts." Normally she would have been concerned with her little slip of the tongue, but surely he had to be focused on the situation to worry about her age.


She grimaced when an explosion sounded dangerously close to the bus, but she didn't risk looking outside out of fear that their position would be discovered. "I'm sorry. You've been an..." She had to pause to think of an appropriate adjective since amazing wasn't the right word to use. "interesting secretary. I really appreciate you." Even if his antics annoyed her to no end, she could not deny that he did make her life easier. If they were going to die, she could at least let him die knowing that she didn't dislike him as much as she pretended.

 

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Daniel had learned something the hard way over the weeks, months, and perhaps years under Morgan's command: whenever she reprimanded him, it was a compliment. Some females enjoy giving smiles and subtle brushes on his lap but his boss, his injured yet infuriated boss, enjoyed spitting and sharing saliva with his bruised face. See, she wasn't the only one injured but since he was naturally more fabulous, Morgan was losing the war in the runaway fashion.


He whipped the coagulated blood off his face with the back of his hand. The pain and the burn was felt but the stoic man only squinted. Real men don't cry, even if it was a natural response when there was too much smoke in the air.


"But I just told her that the matte red on her nails didn't match with her lip gloss..." It wasn't like he dissed the colour dye on her hair or her Chanel bag bought at a thrift shop. Upon the mention of his cell phone, the man's gaze trailed off at a distance where a car had landed squarely onhis latest Iphone Gold that bought a week ago. He was too underpaid to even ask his employer if she had any insurances on their gear. "Do you have life insurance?" What she said sounded like a goodbye. "I friendzone you too, Boss. I would have preferred a date with you." He paused, "Because our date would have ended up less layers as oppose covering up." He eyed her bleeding leg. "Red doesn't suit you either." Remembering what Morgan have said earlier, he hummed. "Do you have a Nokia? Maybe I can text her."

 

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Matte? He couldn't be serious, but knowing Daniel, he was. "You're telling me that I have a bullet in my leg because of lipstick? If we live, I'm going to kill you." She hissed as she tried to bend her leg to check the mobility which as just a step above none at all. "But first, I'll take out a life insurance policy on you since you brought it up." That actually wasn't a bad idea considering how often they found themselves in situations like this. Of course she'd have to create yet another alias in order to collect anything from it which may have been entirely too much effort and risk.


"Are we really going to spend our last minutes arguing about this date?" She asked as she felt her pockets for her phone. "You see the kind of trouble we get into just as coworkers. Dating would be an even bigger disaster. Besides, we both know I'm not your type." She wasn't anyone's type in fact. Her personality was horrible, and her physical appearance was average at best compared to Daniel who usually seemed as though he stepped out of one of those fashion magazines she had seen people read.

 

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"Well... no..."


He fell silent. Whatever outcome of the situation was, Mr. Toothpaste Brand's fate was sealed with Death. It saddened him a bit, although he considered himself as an atheist, he did believe in a Hell, Heaven, and reincarnation. The antagonizing on Morgan's part convinced Daniel that his new home will be in Hell where no one will be able to take the heat. He answered with his signature reply, "Kay."


Morgan's wound showed no sign in blood coagulation, which worried him. Looking down to his side, he retrieved her sub and her tea from his Louis Vuitton bag and held it out to her. "You won't heal completely but you'll feel better." It was too bad he didn't have any full potion lying around. Superman never need such cheap cheat but his employer was in dire need of it. Removing the red cape on his back, Daniel tore the table-nap and wrapped the fabric around the woman's injury. "It's not a bad time for a pic-nic and tanning," he coughed.


Much against the detective's will, the ninja secretary leaned closer and lifted her in a bridal way. He straightened his back and started forward only to twist on his own feet and face planted on the asphalt while holding his boss. "...Kay, you need to put the sub and tea away."

 

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Morgan wasn't sure if she wanted to applaud Daniel's laissez-faire attitude even in such a bad situation or slap him with the offered sub. On the one hand, she didn't have to make that decision once Daniel lifted her up. On the other hand, she knew exactly what was coming next and was able to brace herself as much as she could with the imminent contact with the floor. Whenever she started up in Daniel's arms, she ended on the floor in a worse position than she started. This time was no different. Of course she landed awkwardly on her injury because that's just how their bosship worked. "You know I appreciate you. Now I want you to know I hate you."


A gunshot fired dangerously close to them, and Morgan cursed under her breath. She was the survival of an assassination attempt, and she would be damned if she went out hiding on a bus. She pulled her own gun from its concealed holster along with a quarter. "Heads you drive." Morgan would have preferred to drive, but what did they have to lose by letting fate fully decide their outcome?

 

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"K."


There was no such thing as appreciate and hate. There was, however, love and hate. So... did this mean that his employer harboured romantic feelings for him? Pride often cockblocked which could easily be excusable. Being familiar with Morgan rarely meant he knew her as well as the back of his hand.


His eyes trailed lazily over their shoulders before looking down at Morgan's weapon. "Cleavage doesn't do too well on them. I think." Oh, wait, there's a loaded gun. Couldn't they just let the two supernaturals fight against each other? As long as his blind date chipped her nail or smudged her lip gloss, everything would be solved.


"K."


Pause. No, he wasn't entirely okay with that suggestion. "But. Tails, I drift."


Now the secretary really hoped he was going to get tails; he loved Tokyo Drifting. As much as he appreciated his boss.

 

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"Eyes up here, Daniel." She commented as she used a seat to stand. She never would understand his fascination with her chest. It wasn't as if she put it on display very often, if ever. Perhaps he had a chest fetish which would explain why his was exposed more often than not.


Getting up was a slow process, but at least she could do it. His interpretation was not exactly what she was going for, but at this point beggars could not be choosers. "Fine. Tails you drift." Morgan conceded as she flipped the coin. Tails. As the younger kids said f her life. She should have told him best two out of three. "Don't kill us. Those two have already got that covered well enough." She added as she limped towards the bus's door. "The goal is to just get away." Even though Morgan had no qualms against killing, she would rather the government dirty their hands instead. Now where was Blondie...A shot that clanked against the bus was the answer to that question and Morgan quickly ducked back inside. Thank god she was a lousy shot. To buy Daniel time to get the bus going, she fired a quick shot back in the direction the first bullet came from. "Anytime now would be great..."