Agent Decker

『☾』 MOONLIGHT DEMISE—— ☾☾  

☾ “  Alcohol is disgusting… Nothing can be solved by drinking.  ”🌙 

Then it looks like they’re going to be there a while. 

“Come on, sissy! You can’t dodge forever!”

And there Decker continued, weaving around like a madman. And all the while slowly moving closer and closer towards this munchkin of a young girl with an attitude problem.

“Why you- I’ll shatter you for that!” Now he has a barrage of stars heading his way, he’s only made things worse.

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“Save your breath, it’s far from over!”

“I probably don’t want to know the craziest thing you’ve drank so don’t tell me.” Lazy eyes glanced over to the small metal flask he took out. Unfortunately Cordelia is incredibly stubborn sometimes. If she isn’t interested she most likely won’t try it regardless if it’s good or not.

A shrug is given. “You like what you like, I like what I like. Is that really so hard to comprehend?”

“... Listen, I bring out a flask of alcohol, and I’m looking at you telling me what you don’t want and all I’m hearing is that you should at least try a shot.” Decker scoffed as he holds out his flask of alcohol in question.

If he’s a connoisseur then she’s the queen of the galaxy. Which she isn’t! At least not yet anyway.

There’s an eye roll from the queen at his remark. Was he trying to ruffle her feathers? Hah! As if she’d fall for such trivial things. A shrug is given to respond.

“It’s simply not my cup of tea. Probably how drinking human blood wouldn’t be on your list of favorites either.” Is she messing with him or just stating fact? It’s hard to tell.

“Trust me, I’ve drunk a lot of crazy stuff so far. Human blood isn’t even the craziest of them. But then again, I wasn’t entirely a willing participant of it. You never know when you accidentally get some of that arterial spray flying on your tongue.”

“Yes, how impressive. Humanity possesses the basic instincts to not completely run themselves through the dirt and cause their own extinction. Truly that warrants a gold medal.” The sarcasm is off the roof with her tonight it seems.

The queen sticks her tongue out of disgust. How dare this peasant tell her what she should drink. She’s perfectly fine with her wine thank you.

“I’m not a hobo like you, good sir. I have class.”

“A hobo? Now I wouldn’t stoop low to being called that, missy. I’d rather consider myself a... connoisseur of sorts. The kind that enjoys the harder stuff, the stuff that people toil through hard work and necessity. Nothing like with wine and the like.”

Decker scoffs as he lets out a rather audible exhale from his nose.

   “It does seem like that’s the only thing you’re good for.” That’s fine by her though. If humanity wipes themselves out then the Earth will be easy pickins for her! Hooray!

“I am! I have quite the exquisite taste. Preferably wine.”

“Huh... well we might be good at killing each other, but we certainly also pretty good at staying alive, missy. Even if we nuked ourselves, we’d probably find a way to keep going.”

To say it was a day off for Decker would be flat out lie. In all honesty, the agency called for him for quite a while already today, and even though he still kept his messenger on, he had yet to answer a single one of those messages. No doubt they’re all from Central with increasing severity or urgency.

Yet Decker simply sat in the corner of the bar he was in, with an unopened bottle of whiskey in front of him. He honestly wasn’t feeling like drinking, but it just wasn’t right if he didn’t have some form of alcohol in hand’s reach.

❝ Being an unbearable pain in the ass wouldn’t have got you up there either. Decent, as in, not a complete dickhead, but you know better than me, pal. ❞ After all, Decker had a point. Anything above the faceless security guard meant one thing: those fellas were missing their spines. If anything Decker probably has grown one since. Draco may have not liked him one bit but he knew Decker can be counted on when they were out there, two against an army of armed guards. ❝ Yes, that’s why we are here and we are not stopping. I doubt many of them would choose the road you went down, so keep your revolver primed and ready. I don’t care about how expensive those bullets are, I know places where they are worth a lot more. Right in their hearts if they still have one. ❞

     Moira’s eyes immediately shot from Decker’s face towards the glass he put before her, a pause as she listened to his bold words. She might’ve thought it rude of him, a lack of manners with his sarcastic reply to her inquiries, yet as she thought more about the situation, Decker only seemed to be playing in her favor. She knew this man was a drunkard, even without seeing him in a bar, she could smell the days worth of drinks that poured through his lips on his breath.

“Of course…” Moira took the glass from his hand as she replied and turned her attention to the bartender. She was not a much of a drinker herself, only partaking in a celebration or two, yet she knew enough about these drinks to select only the most alcoholic of shots. Handing the glass over, she requested a refill and a shot of B-52, a mixture she recalled to be at least over 65%. “I hope this is to your satisfaction?” She asked, sliding the two glasses back over, “I admit I don’t partake in such activities myself…”

If there was at least something he could agree to, it was someone who was willing to buy him drinks. Even if it wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do, especially for someone who worked for such a clandestine organization, he still needed his alcohol.

“Huh, hard stuff right here. Though I’ve have harder.” Taking the glass, Decker quickly drank it up, before placing the now empty glass on the counter. Of course, the moment he heard that Moira wasn’t the kind of social drinker that he was, it was enough for Decker to let out an incredulous cough.

“You don’t drink shots? Come on, that’s ridiculous. Everyone does shots. Here, let me help you out there,” Waving over to the bartender, the agent quickly shouted, “hey, can you get a bottle of gin for my friend and I?”