cracks knuckles Time to kick some ass. Ready to see some fireworks without the family reunion?
passes the bottle to ChikGlace Here, take a swig. We deserve a toast for surviving that shitshow. Cheers to us, babe.
takes another swig from the bottle, smirking Cheers to us, the ultimate badass duo. May our enemies tremble in fear and our allies envy us.
chuckles darkly Cheers to us, babe. The partners in crime that the world can't handle. takes another swig from the bottle
throws the empty bottle across the room, smirking And to think, babe, we used to be mere lowly operatives.
<The next morning, Mckinley and ChikGlace wake up in bed together, their bodies tangled and covered in bruises and cuts.>
wakes up slowly, groaning in pain Damn, babe, what a mess we made last night. We really know how to leave our mark, don't we? winces as she tries to sit up, blood trickling down her arm
raises an eyebrow Well, well, looks like we're both walking disasters. But hey, who needs a fancy spa when we've got each other to patch ourselves up, right? reaches over to grab a first aid kit from the bedside table
starts cleaning and dressing their wounds, grimacing in pain You know, babe, we really should lay off the partying for a while.
grabs a bandage and wraps it tightly around ChikGlace's arm Yeah, maybe we should focus on some more low-key activities for a change.
grabs a slice of bread from the bag Yeah, maybe we should try some wholesome stuff. Like baking cookies or watching paint dry.
rolls her eyes playfully Oh, come on, babe. Watching paint dry is for wimps.
smirks mischievously How about we spice things up a bit? We could always go for a round of extreme ironing. You know, taking our love for danger to a whole new level. laughs