Kenny’s back ached, his head hurt and he could have sworn a loose nail had stabbed him in the toe while they were doing the mission, yet, even with so much pain came great comfort. Comfort in the fact that Kenny had made the right choice in his partner though the woman felt more like his other half. Yes, it was only after one mission and a chance meeting but it felt nice to get a job done and be able to celebrate together. The liquor would taste all the sweeter with the extra jewels lining their pockets.
Alyssa dressed classy, Kenny… Well he dressed comfortably or as comfortable as he could. Honestly he was considering finding a someone who could sell him some better clothes. She was always gussied up and looked like fine wine, while Kenny did his best to dress up as well, but his lack of sophisticated clothing led him to an unworn black suit supplied to him by a vendor ages ago . If she was going to be well dressed as was he, even though he hated putting on anything that wasn’t loose or form fitting. Alyssa had picked the spot and sat down near the dart board.
She asked him to get the liquor he smiled and nodded, “Of Course beautiful, and trust me I know just what to get.” he turned tail and headed for the bar to make a special order. On the way Kenny would tug on the collar of his suit, he hated these things. They choked, itched, and were a nuisance to wear, but he wanted to look nice for her after all she practically carried him through their last mission.
Kenny stepped up to the bar and knocked once, “Bartender, lemme get two bottles of tequila your best and your strongest.” the bartender nodded, accepted Kenny’s jewels and went to get the order. Whilst he waited Kenny leaned against the bar, his eyes traced the counter and his fingers walked to a nearby unsupervised shot glass. He took the shot and sat it back down. As he waited. The bartender would soon return and placed two bottles on the counter, Mr. Omega examined the bottles. One was darker, the other was amber in color. “Hmm now which one is the strongest… Eh, I’ll just take the dark one.” he shrugged and returned to the table.
“Here you go, your favorite and don’t worry I got us both a bottle.” he wiggled his in the air and popped the top of his and set hers on the table, “To a job well done and to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” he held up the bottle and began downing the near black alcohol. it was stronger than he thought, and burned like hell, just how he liked it.