Kingsman Gareth

Roxanne chuckled slightly, taking the document from his hands in assessment. “You could pose as my brother, but we don’t look quite alike; the genetic loophole might blow our cover. You’re right about the makeover, though.”

She took a pause. “Young uncle? Billionaire cousin?”

Gareth paused, considering her other options. It was always sobering to think he could be Lancelot’s father, mathematically and theoretically speaking.

    “Anyone ever remark on how much of a filthy old man y'are?”     Tequila shrugged, tentatively lifting his hands and running them just beneath the layer of Gareth’s jacket and other clothing, leeching a bit of the warmth into his fingers. “Seriously, y’ come off all prim ‘n proper, but you’re sleazy as shit, man.”

“It’s a skill we rich heirs learn practically from birth.” 

He made no move to stop Tequila’s roaming hands. 

  “Is that an offer or are y’ gonna jus’ shove me in th’ shower and turn the water on?”  As he spoke, Tequila flicked his green eyes up to meet gray. Something at the edges of his expression were fighting not to pull until a hopeful, puppy-like look. “Y’ can always join me, y'know. Clean up, relax..?”

“I was planning on hosing you down out back.” His deadpan was ruined by the smile he couldn’t seem to keep off his face. He made no move to peel off his jacket or shirt, but he did not move back yet.

          “ bailey’s it is!  how do ya like your coffee? ”

          “ i could get out some  paperwork? ”

          “ ABSOLUTELY.  who doesn’t drink before five o’ clock? ”

          “ alright,  how ‘bout a  cigar,  then?  champ keeps ‘em all over the place.  only smokes the best. ”

He pulled away, unable to stop from smiling at his uninvited guest. The past few months had been busy for their respective organizations, so much that Gareth almost forgot about Tequila entirely. That was at least until he showed up looking like a filthy lost mutt in his bathroom.

          “ a glass o’  scotch  ain’t gonna get ya drunk,  agent. ”

          “ boring.  it’s five o’ clock in  your  time zone,  ain’t it? ”