#agntheaven

[statesman-w]

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@agntheaven

[text: Lime] not tonight darling x 

[text: Lime] fuck, that was for Lisa not you 

[pardonthepoisoned]

Closed Starter for Agntheaven

“Not a bad whiskey. Want a glass?” Dean asked the new agent. “Congratulations on the graduation, by the way. We need new agents.”

[kingstequila]

@agntheaven​    ---    x

Dante rolled his eyes, hard. “As someone who ya told ta squarely fuck off ‘fore ya left, ah think ya the one who aint got no manners. Ah told ya not to come round less ya wanted an ass whoopin or ta apologize, so which is it Tequila. Ahm ready fer both.”

“  like ya could actually whoop my ass. ”  tequila huffed jokingly, taking his second shot from the bartender with a small nod, before again turning to face the man beside him.   “ aw c’mon, y’can’t still be pissed,  it ain’t even like it was my fault. ”

[aliasgareth]

@agntheaven

“Sorry to disappoint. I don’t use a British accent at work.”

[fuckstates]

AGNTHEAVEN CONTINUED FROM HERE

Dante hummed. “Its part ah ma job ta talk ta everyone.” he said calmly and adjusted his sleeve a little. “Talked ta yer friend Dean. He’s a damn interestin fella.” He smirked. “Tells me youre one hell’uv’a stand up guy. Jack dont think so much the same, but ah dont blame ya fer what ya did. Traitors is traitors is traitors.” He said calmly.

     ❝ NO A'FENCE DANTE, BUT DEAN isn’t exactly a credible source of information ❞ . Although even with the amused smile , he could all too clearly imagine it - , Dean excitedly talking about his ARM , about the Statesman Boyd’d KILLED , about what made him DANGEROUS . It was a wonder they allowed Dean around him at all . Almost reluctantly he nodded in agreement - it was OVER , he wanted to stop rehashing it - , ❝ traitors is traitors ❞ .

[namesjack-a]

@agntheaven

Whiskey's smile was a thin one at the sight of his liaison. Most things that had to do with Washington meant tedium for him. Tedium that could possibly rival the meetings he had with his accountants and lawyers back in New York.

Tapping the brim of his hat in greeting, he slid into the passenger side of the car without comment. At least not until the door was shut.

"This better be as bad as Champ made it out to be. I ain't got time to schmooze every delusional bigshot in Capitol Hill...or whatever y'all are planning."

[jagerbcmb]

heaventilhell || continued from here

     ❝ DO THEY AT LEAST have hot nurses here ? I mean , I always had one of them - really normal - fantasies about getting nursed back to health by a super hot nurse with big tits , who , y’know , I naturally end up fucking ❞ .

[bluecollarwarlxck]

@agntheaven

Ah, America, home of shit. Shit people, shit beer, and currently plaguing the British transfer, shit bars and shit communication.

Every hunter, no matter how new, had something to leave behind when things went sideways. Sometimes they were obvious and practical: a key to a secret room, a book of hidden knowledge, a letter with instructions, etc. Some of them were more unique or obscure, like a misprinted bible or a strange silver bell. Constantine himself had many things, all of varying levels of practicality. But anyone who knew him even remotely would know.

Ada Rinehart had left... a half empty bottle of Statesman whiskey and an address. To a bar. If the poor bird was still alive, they were going to have a little work on her communication skills. But in the meantime, here he was, stuck drinking out of his own bottle at some redneck bar for reasons he didn't even know.

Least the whiskey was alright.