Far warning: I firmly believe that Peggy could be quite strong under the influence of alcohol but this was so much fun to write. Super, super, duper sorry for the long wait! I feel really bad about it and was glad to have it published! Thoughts are always welcome!

"Come on," Daniel smiles. "Let's go out. I heard of an awesome Irish Pub downtown."

He attempts an Irish accent towards the end of the suggestion and Peggy laughs.

"I don't know. I'm trying-"

"Nope." Daniel flashes one of his wide grins. "As SSR Los Angeles Chief... I'm ordering you to stop work and come out with me."

"I'm not SSR Los Angeles," Peggy tries. She lifts her head a little higher in satisfaction.

"Actually... I'm hurt that you forgot..." He continues. She raises a concerned brow. "You were transferred yesterday."

Peggy face palms herself. "See! My point exactly; I'm really busy!"

"All the more reason to come with me," He says in a light pleading-but-trying-to-sound-professional tone.

Seeing the desperate, pleading look in his chocolate brown eyes she decided to have some fun—actually no, I totally made that up.

She continues to decline, "Daniel... I really need to wrap up this case."

Daniel smiles at her while his own wheels are turning in thought. "Fine. But... I'm going to go..."

"...Okay...?" She could tell he had something different in that head of hair.

"...And I know that you'll follow suit."

"No, you don't." Peggy chuckles.

Daniel grabs his beige color jacket for... Well, I don't really know. Neither does Peggy; it's 98° out there even at 7 o'clock at night. "Don't forget to lock up. See you in a few."

"Mm-mm."

Peggy sighs and sets back down at her desk opening up the previously fetched Manilla folder.

Her eyes look over the words but her brain refuses to register their meaning.

She sighs. She's not going out. If she does, Daniel will never let her forget and use it against her.

But here comes her mind again. Seeming to have a mind of it's own; ironically. It's just one night, her conscious whispers. It's not like your going to get drunk.

She rolls her eyes and sighs once more. She closes up her desk; figuratively speaking, grabs her small shoulder bag and locks up the office. She finds a small note on the outside of the door with the name of the Pub.

Almost groaning the whole way there she spots the pub and walks in. She finds Daniel right away and unfortunately, he spots her. He probably had his eyes on her before she entered the place.

Daniel has the goofiest 'I told you so' smile on his face as she takes her time to reach him. Instead she looks around the place. It looks like it came straight from Ireland. It was gorgeous. The bartender had that fiery red, curly hair and, from what she could hear, a thick Irish accent. Most of the waiters and waitresses had that same trait. The more she looked around, she noticed Celtic carvings decorating the walls, tables and bar.

She finally makes it to the open seat next to Daniel. He smiles at her as she rolls her eyes and sits. "What do you think?"

"Do they have good whiskey?" Peggy asks in all seriousness.

Daniel chuckles softly, "I don't know. I prefer a good bourbon."

"Well... Are you going to order me a drink, Sailor?"

"I don't know..." Daniel feigns thinking hard. Peggy scowls. "Okay, okay, okay." Daniel laughed as she smiles sweetly.

He orders their drinks as he tries to make small talk. "You didn't finish it did ya?"

Peggy looks at him confused. "Finish what?"

"The case? The one that was so important you couldn't go out..."

Peggy rolls her eyes. "No, if you must know; I didn't. Happy?"

"Very." Daniel laughs at the familiar question and response.

Their drinks come by and they talk some more. Daniel dries to drift away from work subjects but... You know, he's on a, dare he call it, 'date' with Peggy. He's not surprised. Of course, he knows that if truly she wanted to relax and get her mind off of things, she wouldn't.

After about three rounds of drinks, Peggy spots and unusual bottle on a shelf. It is small, small enough to hide discretely in a pocket, with carvings on it. But not the Celtic ones like everything else. As the bar tender comes by she asks and points, "What's that? Right there."

The bartender chuckles and replies with his heavy Irish accent, "You don't want that, Miss." In an almost spooky and story telling way he says, "It has been said that 'tis Asgardian alcohol. Straight from Odin and Thor, they say. The people who have dared tried it, don't make it out easily."

Beside her, Daniel smiles and shakes his head. He knows what's coming. Guess who's designated driver?

Peggy holds up her empty whiskey shot glass. "Give me some."

The bartender looks hesitant and looks to Daniel. Daniel shrugs with a smile on his face. "'M'kay, Miss."

He pours a little in her glass then puts the alcohol under the bar; not wanting anyone else to have some tonight.

Peggy smells the Carmel colored liquid in her glass. It definitely smells strong. She takes a small sip just to taste. "It's got good flavour." She tells Daniel. Daniel nods. Then, in surprise to the bartender, she gulps the rest of it in one go.

He again looks at Daniel in shock. "I'll have a water please," Daniel laughs. "We might need it."

"It's not that bad," Peggy laughs. "I'll have another whiskey on the rocks. Please."

"Peggy..." Daniel breathes in mirth.

She shakes her head head. "Uh uh. If I wake up with a terrible headache, which I'm positive I will, I don't care, I'm blaming you!"

"Don't scare me," Daniel says in feign fear.

When Peggy's drink arrives, once more, she gulps that, too. "Ah," She gasps. "That... Does not go with the previous drink."

Daniel laughs. "Tried to warn you."

"Tried to warn me of what exactly? You didn't know."

Daniel's going to be in trouble tomorrow. She already sounding drunk. "If you'll excuse me, Peggy."

Daniel gets up and heads toward 'I don't know where he's going or what he's going' land, in Peggy's head.

Shortly after Daniel leaves, a tall man stumbles into the seat next to Peggy. She, first, notices the army green uniform the man is wearing. Then the crystal ice blue eyes with clean-cut blonde hair.

"Hi, Soldier."

The man turns to her. He smiles at the sight in front of him. [Who wouldn't?] "Hi there. What are you doing here by yourself?"

"Oh," Peggy chuckles. "I'm not by myself."

"Significant other?" The man asks of pure curiosity. Okay that's a lie. A single man's got to know.

"No. No, just a colleague of sorts. A friend." She says the last part quietly. "Why are you here? And in uniform, Lieutenant Colonel?"

"My father's funeral. General Pike." He circled the rim of his glass before taking a sip. "Enough about me. How'd you know I was a Lieutenant Colonel?"

"I was in the army. More or less."

"Oh, really?" He smiles as he gives her a stiff salute. "I bet it would've been a pleasure serving under you."

"At least some people would've respected me."

The man looks confused for a moment but quickly understands. "Tough crowd?"

"Mhm," Peggy replies taking another drink.

The man nods and turns to the bartender asking for a drink. Daniel comes back and Peggy is starting to feel the alcohol taking it's toll on her.

As Daniel sits down the Army Lt. Colonel asks Peggy, "Colleague?"

Peggy coming back to reality looks in the direction he's pointing in. She nods and clears her throat. "Daniel Sousa."

The man reaches across and shakes the Chief's hand. "Lt. Colonel Chance."

"Pleasure."

The Colonel goes back to his drink and starts talking to the man next to him. Peggy turns to down, setting down her drink and slightly slurring her words, "Knock knock."

Thoroughly amused by her current childish behaviour, he replies, "Who's there, Peggy?"

"Snow," She starts giggling.

"Snow who?"

"Snow-body but me."

Daniel laughs again. Never, did he ever, think she'd come to this.

"Hey English."

That familiar nickname made Peggy's head snap in that direction. Lt Colonel Chance was holding out his hand and gestured to the dancing couples. Peggy smiled and took his hand without looking back at Daniel.

Daniel sighed. He felt jealousy lace his veins. Stupid war. He could never dance with her like Chance is dancing with her.

Peggy smiled as she danced with Chance. Chance smiled back, "Is the sun shining or did you just smile at me?"

Peggy laughed. "Really?"

"What?" Chance laughed too. "Hey... Thanks."

"For what?"

Chance smiled again as he twirled her around. "You really turned my night around."

Peggy smiled again as the song ended in a dip. He led her back to the bar. They sat once more and ordered another drink. Peggy looked around for a moment but didn't really give it another thought.

After a while, Chance leaned forward, "Would your lips... Like to meet mine?"

Peggy, too, leaned forward and snorted. "Why don't you find out?"

Daniel came back to the bar as seeing Peggy wasn't on the dance floor.

"Peggy, you'll never guess–"

Daniel stopped as he saw her in front of him. Kissing Chance. He gripped his crutch. No, he wasn't angry. He was very, very jealous.

Knowing they were both drunk, he pulled Peggy away. She looked at him confused. "It's time to go home."

"Hey!" Chance said in a drunken shout.

Daniel started to walk to the door, Peggy bracing herself on his arm. Chance grabbed his shoulder then proceeded to punch him in the face.

Daniel, be interested the government agent he was, sat Peggy at a nearby table so she wouldn't topple over, then pinned the man to the ground. "Get a taxi and go home." He told the Colonel.

The agents left the bar and Daniel to Peggy to Howard's.

~•~•~•~

Peggy walked into the SSR office with screaming, throbbing headache. She had coffee and aspirin in hand as made her way to her desk.

She set the two items on her desk and took her coat off, setting it on the back her chair.

She didn't remember much of anything from last night. She remembers asking for that really strong, was it Asgardian?, alcohol and everything else was quite a blur.

Swallowing the bitter powder called aspirin with her black coffee and got to work.

It wasn't until lunch break, when most of the men are gone, and Peggy saw Daniel for the first time that day.

"Daniel," She gasped as she brought him lunch. She did this not because he asked her to, but... It was her pleasure; a thank you, of sorts. "What happened?"

A smile smile and chuckled came from his lips. "Maybe we should stick to restaurants instead of bars."

Immediately thinking she gave him the black eye she asked, "What happened?!"

"Well, Miss Dare, you couldn't keep yourself from having some pretty, "god-like" alcohol and things... Went pretty wild from there. From a knock knock joke to..." He stopped. "Dancing."

"What did I do after that, Daniel?"

"You... Might have," Daniel wanted to laugh but refrained. "Kissed an army Lt Colonel.

Peggy's face paled and Daniel did almost laugh. "No, I didn't."

"Yes, you very much did. Instead that you were both drunk and pulled you apart. He wasn't very happy about that."

Peggy looked at the floor as The Chief's office fell silent. Looking back at him, "I'm so sorry, Daniel."

Daniel shook his head, "No–"

Peggy shook her head "No, really. I'm truly sorry."

Daniel smiled. "It's okay. Really. MS. Hiddleston."

Peggy laughed at the reference to the "apology rich" agent in SSR Los Angeles. "How about... Dinner? Tonight?"

Daniel smiled, "Okay." After a moment he laughed, "A date?"

Peggy smiled, "Sure; a date."

~•The End•~