One cannot accomplish anything without fanatacism.

Posted on Fri Aug 23rd, 2019 @ 1:02am by Captain Abigail Laurens & Lieutenant Aleksander Voroshilov
Edited on on Wed Sep 4th, 2019 @ 12:28am

Mission: War and Peacekeeping
Location: The Raging Deity
Tags: 18+

After loosening the grate, careful not to drop it, Vicente lowered himself down on a table. It was half past two and the bartender had long since departed, perfect time to grab a drink or two. Checking to see that yes, no one was around, he hoped down onto the floor and towards the bar, “The coast is clear la Zorra!”

Evita slid through the grate with well praticed ease, landing on the table and sliding down onto the floor gracefully. "I should hope so," she retorted in a hushed tone.

Leaping over the bar he smirked at the woman approaching him. Grabbing two glasses from below the bar, “What can I get for you tonight?”

"Tequila, the good stuff, not the stuff that Shlyu-ha tried to foist off on me last night." Sliding onto a stool, Evita watched him move around easily behind the bar. He was definitely a man who would fit in with ease anywhere, that was for sure.

"One shot of anejo for me," He poured a generous amount into his glass, eyes not leaving hers. Switching to hers his grin grew, the pour much heavier, "And a double for the senorita."

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked, picking up the small glass and taking a good sip. "Pouring like this and it won't take long at all."

Flashing a toothy grin he took his shot up, "Just how I like our nights, hard to remember and impossible to forget," Drinking a bit, he could feel the warmth travel down his throat, "I owe you one, the gringo seemed rather surprised when I mentioned the bartender. Even if his intelligence led us to the public toilets," It was irritating, but had to admit a little clever.

Finishing the drink, Evita set her glass back on the bar. "Shame, he could have been a nice little bit of fun," she said as she leaned across the bar toward Vincente. "Not as much fun as you of course, but still fun. Now, top me up and lets have some fun of our own!"

"As you wish senorita," Vicente had to admit the diversion of this trip had been a break, regular showers and consistent hot meals. Pouring her another heavy drink he smiled, "I think he still can be, but tonight belongs to us."

Evita laughed, picking up her glass and sipping at the liquid inside, savoring the way it warmed her insides. "And what shall we do with our evening?" she asked teasingly.

"Get drunk, tango, plot the murder of another tyrant," The last one was a joke at the former minister's expense. Raising his glass in a toast to the man who was lying on a cold slab, "Because I won't be shown up by some prick with a simple grudge."

"Which particular prick are you talking about?" Evita asked, unable to keep the giggle from her voice. "Because, you know, there's only one I'm interested in." She finished her glass, pushing it toward him as she waited for him to refill it again, all sense of decorum clearly abandoned.

With a wink he topped off her glass again, bottle nearly finished. The bartender may end up being suspicious, but if he played his cards right that wouldn't be the craziest thing she noticed, "In that case, I'm thinking that table over there may be suitable. Unless you prefer the bar?"

There was a giggle as Evita picked up her glass, turning and leaning back against the bar as she surveyed the empty lounge. "Well, we have plenty of time, and plenty of space," she said wickedly.

Vicente set the empty bottle down, picking up his own fresh glass and downed the shot. There was a bit of lust in his eyes. Without a word he turned her face towards his, kissing her passionately. With some sense in him he pushed their glasses out of the way.

Pulling away from his kiss after a long moment, Evita giggled. "How about one more drink? Then we can have our fun."

"I believe we killed this bottle la Zorra, but I hear she keeps the good stuff in the freezer," He motioned to the door with a wink before standing up, "You do the honors, after all she's the one who got in the way of your fun."

With a roll of her eyes, Evita slid from the stool she had been sitting on, stumbling slightly as her feet hit the floor. She giggled, gripping the bar tightly with one hand to steady herself. "I think one more is definitely it," she said, her words slightly slurred. "I think..." with a shake of her head, she started toward the large walk in freezer, pulling the door open, almost falling backward as it opened suddenly toward her.

“Watch out Zorra, we wouldn’t want you to bump your head,” Vicente caught her as she stumbled, whispering in her ear. The liquor was hitting her harder than usual, which was to be expected after such an eventful trip. Propping her up he guided her in, “I’m going to get the glasses ready and possibly some chocolate sauce,” The last words dripped with erotic intent.

Evita giggled again, leaning against him as he guided her toward the walk in freezer that the bar and kitchen shared. As he let go of her and walked away, Evita grabbed one of the shelves, leaning against it, closing her eyes for a moment to try and steady herself as the room around her started to spin. Even the ground beneath her started to feel uneven and wonky. Slowly she let go of the shelves, lowering herself down onto the floor, a violent shiver running through her from the cold against her exposed skin. Leaning back against the shelf again, she kept her eyes closed as she tried to call for him to come back and help.

Vicente silently shut the freezer door, only the slightest pangs of guilt hit him. The drugs should be at their peak at this moment, slowly putting her to sleep. It was regrettable that she had to be the sacrificial lamb, but considering their known relationship it would be logical that the Trion Government would target her and would throw any ill will towards them. She needed to pay for the sin of giving his enemies the key to destroy his coming kingdom.