Once James was free of the vastly uncomfortable headlock, he climbed to his feet. Breathing heavy he wiped some sweat from his brow with his arm, taking a beat before looking up at the agent. " That was playing nice?! " He sighed, looking away in disbelief before letting out another sigh, this time out of frustration. " We've been at this for hours. If I had my suit you'd be toast by now. " There in lied the problem. He was always realying way too heavily on his suit.

" You serious? Dad will kill you if he finds out you let me try Vodka. "