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[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

13. Dio Morrissey: Scene that makes you laugh?

I’ll just post a simple gif

[heyhilana]

Summary: This is prompt #14 with Whiskey. “Flirting with disaster?” WEAK catch me sucking it’s dick in a dirty bar bathroom after ten shots of tequila.

A/N: So i’ll be doing both of these! I like both of these prompts so much with these characters and this will also be my first take at writing something for catfish! They will be in separate posts so this way it’s not just all crammed into one post. If you want to request another prompt, here’s the link. I do hope that you like my take on lots of dialogue. I am usually a writer that is more detail-oriented rather than a writer that’s heavy on the dialogue but I wanted to try something new. Also, I made Tequila to be a bit of a jerk in here so I am sorry about that. :( I hope this is still appreciated all the same!

tagging: @agirllovespasta :)

You were wondering why you had come out to drink with your co-workers since the time you had left your place and locked the door. Staying in and sleeping in your bed earlier than most people would seemed to be like heaven for you instead of coming out and throwing back one too many drinks to erase the memories of this past week.

But the thought of seeing Jack at the bar, a place where all protocol for work could be thrown out the window for once was what made you crawl out of your bed. Sure, you guys could have just chosen to have a drink at Statesmen because the front was a distillery after all. But a bar seemed to be less stressful for you and your group of colleagues for a Friday night.

Before you knew it, you were talking up a storm with Jack, Tequila, and Ginger as the rounds of drinks came and went. As you kept drinking, you felt as though the stress that was weighing you down was lifting away for once. Tequila and Ginger we’re keeping the conversation going with their endless banter while you and Jack would only chime in every once in a while when the two of you felt that it was necessary.

Jack seemed to be the most relaxed and he was enjoying your presence. He laughed at your silly jokes that you would only come up with while you were intoxicated. Often enough, they made no sense to a person that was sober but for him, they were the funniest thing on Earth. He admired the funny nature that you had exhibited the day you two had met and he couldn’t be more elated to see it in action due to the effects of the alcohol that was coursing through your body.

Jack wouldn’t take his eyes off you no matter what it was that you were doing. He was thinking about how the dim lights in the bar were complimenting your skin so well, how it always captured the warmth that you had. He was taking sneak glances at your outfit, wondering how you could look so beautiful and literally just take his breath away. He was touching you a little more than friends should do. The casual touch on the arm that would linger longer than it should have, fingers grazing alongside one another by “accident.” It was somewhat aligned with Jack’s flirty nature but he wasn’t sure with how far he should go with this. He could only assume that you were enjoying this in some way, and he was right.

You would laugh at all of his mishaps that he had in his early Statemen days that you didn’t think a pro like him would’ve done. It was nice to know that even the best of agents were flawed in some way. The southern charm that he exhibited was making you smile harder than before because he always knew what to say to you.

And like Jack, you couldn’t help yourself with looking into his eyes a little longer than friends should do. They were the perfect shade of honey brown that complimented his locks of hair that were tucked away in that black Stetson hat of his that only he could pull off. You were eyeing his outfit as well, wondering how he could look so handsome without even trying. A classic denim jacket and  a beige button-up shirt paired with his famous tight jeans that you were sure no one else could wear. You were enjoying the “innocent” touches that Jack was giving you, almost leaning into his touch a few times without really thinking about it because why would you move away from something that felt so good?

It was all bordering a line of just friends and going over the edge but the alcohol that was coursing through both of your bodies seemed to throw all logic and reasoning out the window. And even though logic and reasoning was both you and Jack’s expertise due to the nature of your work, the small flame that turned into a full-fledged fire that was burning between the two of you was far more enticing to act on rather than do what was right.

“So, y/n, what did convince you to come out tonight?” Tequila shifted the conversation into your direction, and you weren’t sure as to how you should answer his question. Answering it along the lines of admitting that you only ditched your bed and snacks for Jack didn’t seem all that promising for you. But you had to answer because all their eyes were on you, and with knowing that Jack was eyeing you as he awaited your answer was enough to cause your nerves to skyrocket.

“Well, I figured that there was no harm in coming out for once. Sometimes we have to try something new every once and a while, right?” You had hoped that your answer was convincing, but Tequila didn’t buy it. Before he could object, Ginger cut in.

“Tequila, why don’t you and Jack get us some drinks? I think me and y/n could use another refill.” If you could’ve thanked Ginger for the rest of your life for saving your ass from Tequila’s never-ending questions you would do it no questions asked. Tequila eyed the two of you, but he said nothing. Jack was uncharacteristically quiet at this moment but he got up with Tequila to get more drinks. Once they were lost in the crowd, Ginger brought her eyes to you and you knew what was in store for you.

“Y/N, tell me something. How on Earth were you going to get yourself out of that?”

You rolled your eyes. “I had it under control.”

“I had it under control my ass,” The sarcasm was dripping in her tone as she rolled her eyes at you. “Why didn’t you just tell the truth?”

You sighed over her back-to-back questions. “You know why. I can’t just tell the whole table that I only came out because Jack was going to be here with him actually sitting at the table waiting for my answer.”

“Oh. So you can’t admit to the table why you came out here tonight, but you can sit here and continue with flirting with disaster?” Ginger caught you in a tight space and you were starting to wonder if it would’ve been easier to deal with Tequila’s questions over Ginger’s.

“I am not flirting with disaster. But if I was, you would’ve caught me sucking his dick in a dirty bar bathroom after ten shots of tequila.” You thought that you were in the clear as you knew that Ginger couldn’t come up with a better comeback but you knew you were wrong once you saw that Jack and Tequila had come back just in time to hear what it was that you had to say.

“Well I’ll be glad to hear that someone’s in the mood for the best drink that a person could have,” Tequila wasted no time in bragging over how his name in Statesmen was supposedly better than everyone else’s as he set down the drinks. “And who would that gentleman be?” He let a smirk grow on his face since he knew that you were getting closer to telling the truth that you were avoiding when he asked his first question. Jack was watching you meticulously as he went back to his seat. His heart was beating out of his chest because he knew that your answer would either be the one that he was waiting for or the one that he would hate to hear.

“A gentleman that you don’t need to know.” You replied curtly. You could see the smirk on Tequila’s face falter a bit and Jack was letting his fingers drum against the wood table. Ginger was quiet, not knowing what to say to help with the situation and partly intrigued by how you were going to get yourself out of this mess.

“It sounds like this is about a gentleman that I know very well,” It was almost like Tequila was egging you on so to speak, and you weren’t sure if you should take the bait.

“If you’re so sure about who it is, then why don’t you say his name?” You figured that you couldn’t lie your way out of this mess so playing this game with Tequila was your best shot. Jack was biting his lip, feeling the urge to jump in but resisting that urge to hear what it was that you had to say.

“Well I think that the gentleman in question should hear his name come out of your mouth instead.” Tequila was playing dirtier than usual, but you knew that you could do him one better if you wanted to save your skin.

“And what makes you so sure that the gentleman in question is here in this very moment?” You were treading in dangerous waters with Tequila. It was almost swallowing you whole, leaving you almost no room for air to keep yourself alive but you couldn’t stop now.

“I know that the gentleman in question is here just as I know what, or rather who brought you out here on this fine night.” It was your move in this game, and you weren’t sure if you had the upper hand anymore or if you ever did once Tequila asked you that first question. The tension between the four of you was thick, and it left you wondering if this was really just a night out for drinks that turned into something else or was this all an impromptu interrogation waiting to happen under the guise of after-work drinks.

“If you’re so sure of yourself, then how come you waited all this time to ask me that question?” You turned the tables onto Tequila in the hopes that the pressure would lay off on you a bit.

“I’m not the one in the hot seat avoiding all these questions, Y/N.” Tequila swiftly dodged your attack of sorts and you were hated where this was taking you.

“Why did you put me in the hot seat then? What’s it to you, Tequila?”

“Oh it’s nothing to me. But it is something to Jack over here,” Your eyes shifted over to Jack, and you could see that he was not happy with being brought in this debacle.

“Is this true, Jack?” It was one thing to take on Tequila and his ridiculous questions, but it was another thing to hear what Jack had to say about this whole situation considering how involved he was in it without speaking.

“Is it true that I’m the gentleman in question?” You felt your heart pounding out of your chest and your ears were ringing so loud. You couldn’t calm down no matter how hard you tried.

“What do you think?”

“I want to say yes but you have to be the one to answer the million-dollar question, sweetheart,” Jack’s voice didn’t falter in the slightest bit but he was sure that the rest of him was not as calm and collected as it normally was.

“Well,” You took a pause, trying to find the courage to say it out loud. “The answer is yes, Jack.” Tequila let out a drunken holler of some sorts while Jack let out a sigh of relief.

“Well can I ask you to dance with me, angel?” Jack looked to be in better spirits now that he knew that he wasn’t the only one feeling this chemistry with you.

“You may, cowboy.” You left Tequila and Ginger to their own devices as Jack took you to the dance floor.

You were so close to him, breathing in his scent of the multitude of alcohol that he drank and a hint of his cologne that seemed to make you weak at the knees. His hands found their way to your hips, gripping them slightly and he was sure that your soft, pliant skin was the one thing that he would want to feel for as long as he could.

“I have another question for you, darlin’.” Jack looked at you in a serious manner that made you question what else he had to know.

“What else do you want to know?”

“Did you really want to do that with me?” You were unsure as to what he had meant but then it all clicked.

“Oh…” You looked away from Jack, feeling the embarrassment set in about what you had said that set off that interrogation. “Well, I meant it as a joke and as a way to get Ginger off my back, but don’t all jokes have a little truth to them?” Jack raised his eyebrows at you once he caught on to what you were trying to say to him.

“Well as much as that excites me,” You looked at him again and laughed a bit at how he started off. “I want to take you on a real date that doesn’t seem like an interrogation or a sleazy hook-up.”

“I would love that, Jack.” You both smiled at each other, just enjoying the closeness between the two of you as you swayed to the beat of the song that was playing faintly in the background. Back at the table was Tequila slipping Ginger a $20, muttering under his breath about how this whole bet was rigged. Ginger laughed at the irritated site of Tequila and casually slipped the money in her bag.

“I swear you did something to y/n after Jack and I left. You and I both know that she was adamant about not spilling on her feelings for Jack.” Tequila was not letting up in the slightest bit over how Ginger played dirty to win.  

“Perhaps I just gave her a little encouragement. After all, it is something that you know about all too well considering how you give me a little encouragement to take on these bets,” That comeback was one that Tequila was not expecting as his eyes shot up at her. “Next time you want to make a bet with someone, be sure to take into consideration that they may use your own methods against you.”

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Dave York: Is there someone you’d love to see Pedro work with?

This seems very random but he was the first person who came to mind but Micheal Sheen. Why? I have no idea they are both genius and to see them play off each other in a scene would be ridiculously amazing.

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

For the Pedro asks, Ezra!!!!

I would really love to see him in horror!

[holylulusworld]

Pedro Pascal a/b/o? Please.

Hi. Sorry, I'm not in this fandom. He's an alright guy, but he doesn't spark inspiration yet. Maybe, one day. I never say never.