Part II: My baby left me!
Chapter: Some more Tequila!
"You ass!" said Abe to Hellboy. "If she never comes back, it's entirely your fault."
Abe was swimming around his water tank, giving angry glances at both of the men - Myers and Hellboy - sitting in their armchairs on the other side of the glass.
"Will you stop rubbing it in, Blue?" Hellboy grunted. "I know, alright! But I was trying to do the right thing."
"The right thing?" Abe replied, and stopped to stare at his friend. "And how did it ever occur to you, that Kat would appreciate you making her decisions for her?"
"Oh, come on, Abe." Hellboy growled. "Me and Kat, we're no match made in Heaven, that's for sure."
"And what are you referring to, exactly? Your demon heritage?"
"Yeah. And other stuff."
"Well about that, Kat's own bloodline isn't any better." Abe stated. "A complicated mix of elven blood, mutant genes from another reality, and a hint of demon blood too. Why would you feel inferior to that?"
"It's not just that."
"Then what is it?" Abe persisted. "You have managed to repel your girlfriend, who also happens to be a very good friend of mine, so I do think that you owe me an explanation."
"Alright, alright!" Hellboy rubbed his forehead, looking suffering. "Sometimes it's just that… she's all pretty, and educated and all. And it makes me wonder, why would she wanna be with me? I don't know if she really…. loves me."
It was clear, that it had been an effort to make this confession, and it sure as Hell left both Abe and Myers speechless for a few heartbeats.
"You've got to be kidding me." said Myers. "If you felt uncertain of that, you should've asked me. I could've told you that she's nuts about you."
"And I would have told you the same." Abe blinked a few times. "She loves you, you stupid big ape, that much is sure - or loved, in past tense. After your actions this morning, it might be that she's lost to us."
"I didn't mean for her to take off!" Hellboy stated. "I just-"
"Told her it wouldn't work and that you didn't believe she really loved you?" stated Clay, who had just stepped into the room, bringing a sixpack of beer. "Real smooth, Red."
"Just give me a beer and shut up." Hellboy replied with a dark tone, and Clay did.
"I cannot understand either one of you fools." Abe continued his lecture, glancing from Hellboy to Myers. "You both had a wonderful thing going on with a beautiful woman, and you chose to ruin it? I honestly cannot say which one of you is more stupid."
"I am." Myers groaned.
"What got into you, I'll never understand." Abe stated. "Margot was right to be upset. I didn't know you had it in you, to cheat on a woman who loves you."
"Neither did I." he groaned in self loath. "I deserved her wrath, alright."
His face still hurt, and there were bruises and cuts, band-aids and stitches, and he knew he'd gained a couple of new scars. Not that they were his most acute concern right now.
"So, care to tell us what really happened with Beatrix?" That was Clay. He offered Myers a beer, which he took gratefully.
"No." he replied, taking a sip of his beverage. "No way in Hell am I going to talk about that."
"Come on, Myers." Clay persuaded. "You got some action with her, right? And now that Margot's gone… you gonna go for her?"
"Nope." Myers shook his head. "The less I see her, the better. She's all yours if you want her, Clay, but let me give you a little piece of advice."
"Yeah?" Clay leaned closer, taking a gulp of his beer.
"Be careful." he said. "Be very careful."
"That's what Kat said to me about her too." Hellboy grunted.
"And Margot to me." Myers said, gloomily. "Should've listened."
"Ah, you are both idiots." Abe stated. "Please, go and finish your drinks someplace else."
At the same time, in 36 000 ft, over the Atlantic Ocean.
"And the bastard gave you no reason at all?" Margot asked, astonished.
"Well, he tried to feed me some crap about doing this for my own good, but I really don't get it." Kat replied, looking absolutely miserable and heartbroken.
The British Airways' business class was upscale, and the large leather seats as cosy as they could be, but neither of the girls was in a mood to really enjoy it.
"Yeah… At least what John did was purely for his own good." Margot's voice was dark. "I guess I now know what kind of a man he really is."
"All men are bastards." was Kat's grim response.
"Amen to that."
"So why do we care so much about them then?"
"Cause we ain't drunk enough, my friend." noted Margot, for she had suddenly started wanting a huge bottle where she could drown, if not Myers, then at least all her sorrows.
"You know it's not wise to drink while flying." Kat protested.
"Yeah, but this isn't just any flight, Kat. You should know by now that there is only one thing that can fix a broken heart." Margot educated her friend with a motherly tone.
"Huh? And what is that? Chocolate ice cream?"
"You know nothing, Jon Snow." Margot quoted. "It's Tequila. And are we gonna get lots of it now!"
She gave Kat an impish grin, and turned to signal the stewardess.
After five hours or so of constant drinking, both of the girls started to be in quite a condition. Kat had apparent difficulties in keeping her human form on - her skin was more bluish than a healthy person could ever have, and in her left hand there were only three fingers. Also her hair seemed to have problems staying straight and it was amusingly curling on the right side of her head. Margot, on the other hand, was so drunk that it was rather difficult of understand her speech. She kept mixing French and English, and occasional German word to top it.
And of course, after swearing that they would simply have fun, drown their sorrows, and that they wouldn't in any case even mention the 'bastards' during the whole trip, what were they discussing?
With a huge effort Margot managed to speak and to hold the glass at the same time.
"And I whish thath he'd at leasht bheen loushy in bed, or that I could shay that he washn't a hottie. Mais non! Il etait le plus beaux… I mean… the ultimate hottie, sho to shpeak."
"Yeah… So was HB, God damned it…That bastard…Burp." answered Kat with a clearer tone but at least as drunk, burping loudly, which made the both young women burst into a hysterical laughter.
"If I ain't gonna missh hish pathetic shoul, I'm sho gonna missh that hot butt of hish." Margot slurred. "And the dick he hash, oh, you should've sheen it. Just beautiful! I swhear, le plus magnifique-"
"And his tail… You have no idea what one can do with a tail, Margot." marked Kat mournfully.
"Yeah..? Est-ce-que... I mean… I do know. Oh Jay! I should have shtayed with him." Margot stammered, but just as the conversation was about to get interesting, they were rudely interrupted by the stewardess.
"I'm awfully sorry, but the other passengers have made some complains about you two, so I have to ask that you talk a bit less loudly so that they can get some rest."
"Oh..?" Margot raised an eyebrow. "And where are the drinksh that I ashked for?"
"Unfortunately I can't serve you any more drinks either. My apologies."
"Ish that sho...? Well I think you do want to sherve ush more drinksh." Margot insisted, concentrating as hard as she could, considering the state of her intoxication.
The stewardess blinked a few times, and then smiled broadly.
"I do want to serve you more drinks. Tequila, was it?"
"Attagirl." Margot grinned. "And bring the whoole bottle while you're at it."
"I'll bring you the whole bottle, while I'm at it." the merry stewardess left, smiling widely and returned in a moment with an unopened bottle of Tequila.
The other passengers of the business class watched her go with a look of disbelief and judgement, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Obi Wan has taught you well." noted Kat.
"Cheersh to that." Margot replied, and uncorked the bottle.
"But hey, perhaps she did have a point. We've been keeping everyone awake."
"Ah, let me take care of that." said Margot, and shut her eyes for a few seconds. And just like that, people around them fell asleep, and peaceful snoring soon filled the business class.
Kat gave Margot a dubious look.
"Wow, that was quite a stunt." she noted. "Is it just my imagination, or are your powers getting stronger?"
Margot shrugged, drowsily. "Pout-être. They alwaysh do when I'm angry."
"Should you really be messing with people's minds like that?"
Margot replied by taking a huge gulp of the tequila and by giving Kat a furious glance. "What are you now, my Mother?"
"I'm old enough to be." Kat shrugged. "But no, I'm not. Now give me that bottle, Jedi."
"I'm no Jedi." Margot handed the bottle to Kat. "Oh, I'm feeling the dark shide, alright, and it ish... calling to me."
"Cut that crap." Kat frowned. "The only thing calling to us right now is this damn bottle."
"No Kat, I'm sherious." Margot replied, and suddenly there was a dark edge to her stammered words. "I mean, what'sh the perk in doing the right thing...? Really? I saved John's life, and thish ish what I get? I should've just let him die. I should let them all die, what the fuck do I care?"
"I liked this conversation more when we were talking about the tails." Kat replied.
"The tails." Margot stated, trying to pour tequila to her glass, managing to spill it all over her table and her clothes.. "Yoursh ish vishible, by the way."
"Crap!" Kat cursed, and concentrated hard for a few seconds, to get back to her human form. It was getting harder and harder to keep it under control. Maybe she should cut down the tequila after all.
But then again, it really didn't matter if she turned blue. Margot had made everyone sleep, everyone but the stewardess (and hopefully the captain), and the personel was doing their best not to notice the two drunk ladies on the last row of the business class.
"I should hook up with Jay again." Margot stammered. "Mon Dieux - he wash great in bed."
"Hey, no details. It's my brother you're talking about."
"Yeah… You think he'd shtill be interested?"
"He's always interested." Kat rolled her eyes. "But not just in you."
"That'sh why I liked him." Margot muttered. "No sherious relationshipsh."
"So you're gonna give up on love, then?"
"No, Kat." Margot answered, her eyes suddenly full of sorrow. "Love's given up on me."
"Yeah… let me fill up your glass."
Margot made a face, and raised up her glass. "Cheers, shister... We'll be better off without them."
When finally arriving to the EUROPOL headquarters, Margot tried her best not to run to her father. She knew she was a mess - drunk, in wrinkled and smelly clothes (stained with tequila and other drinks), her hair untidy, her teeth unbrushed. And Kat wasn't looking or smelling any better. But of course on the way to Margot's room, they ran into Dr. Heinemann who had just returned from her place after feeding her cat, Godiva.
The look on the older man's face was utterly horrified.
"Margerie, what on Earth-" he began in German.
"Hey Dad." Margot did her best to be able to speak and stand up at the same time. "Remember Kat?"
"Yes, of course… But what on Heaven's name is going on here? I thought you'd be spending the weekend in Newark."
"Don't ask." Margot snapped. "I'll never go to that Hell hole again!"
"Sorry, what-?"
"And I hate you!" Margot exclaimed, her eyes tearing up. "You're a man, and therefore can't be trusted!"
"Now, daughter. Your behavior is out of line!"
"Yeah? I'll show you-"
"Come on Margot, time to go to your room!" interrupted Kat, grabbing her friend by the shoulders.
Firmly she pushed Margot forward, and passing Dr. Heinemann, gave him a reassuring smile. "Sorry, Dr. Heinemann. Too much Tequila. She'll be fine in the morning."
"Right."he replied, but wasn't too convinced.
It had been some time since he'd seen Margot in this condition, and he wasn't liking it at all. Frowning he watched, as his daughter staggered away, leaning on her friend, and his heart felt heavy with worries.
It had to be that kid. That Agent John Myers.
As if it hadn't been enough, that Margot had almost died saving his life and then spent four months obsessing about him, crying and moping around their home, absolutely miserable. What had that boy done this time, Dr. Heinemann wondered. If he'd broken Margot's heart again, Dr. Heinemann would make sure he'd never set foot on European soil again.