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Oh, and quick question:
What colour hair would Private and Skipper have in human form? I'm debating b/w black and blonde, and I want to avoid brown b/c Marlene's a brunette, so I need you guys to tell me what you'd prefer
"M-Marlene!"
He covered his eyes and turned the other way, his entire face rouged red. The brunette heeded no attention to the blushing boy and downed the rest of her drink, leaning on the other man's shoulder, who was currently running his hand up and down her thigh.
"W-What do you think you're doing?" Private asked, gaining enough courage to remove his hands and make his way towards her. She looked at him with hazy eyes, a flaunt smile painted on her lips.
"Skipper... You came!" She said happily, raising herself and making her way towards the British boy.
"I'm not Skipper. Marlene, you've got to snap out of it!" He said, grabbing her shoulders and giving her a slight shake.
"Hey! Who the fuck are you?" The other man said, a cross look overtaking his rough features. Private shot him a slight glare.
"I'm a friend of Marlene's, and what are you to be touching a girl who's impaired? You ought to be ashamed."
The other merely snorted. "She's the one that came onto me, and when she did, she was sober. So don't get your pants in a bunch." He said, Private didn't answer, but proceeded in pulling Marlene out from the loitering lounge and outside.
"Skippe~r, I wanna stay~" The girl whined, Private could only sigh as he imagined what sort of thing Skipper would say for letting Marlene into a mess like this. Would he be kick out from the team? He hoped not.
"Skipper! When did you change your hair?"
"I didn't Marlene, you're just a bit tipsy and can't think straight."
"Private's not straight either." She said, a crawl ran through his skin, but made no comment. "I mean, he's got no girlfriend, and spends every minute he can with you guys! He's gotta be gay." She said, giggling. "And he laughs as butt jokes too."
"There's nothing wrong with being gay." He said crossly.
"Yesh there is." She countered. Private didn't answer, but felt his anger go down a bit once they were outside. Julien was waiting anxiously with his arms crossed and Maurice beside him.
"What the hell took you so long?" The built man asked. "We said ten minutes, not twenty!"
"I'm sorry, but it took me a while to get Marlene... Wait, aren't the two of you in charge of this place?"
"Yeah, so what about it?"
"Well, if the both of you are outside, then who's taking care of it?"
Julien 'pssh'-ed at this. "Mort can take care of my club for a week or so. He's good at things like managing and dealing with the payment bills, which is the only reason why I keep him around. Oh! And he is my own personal security guard."
"Security guard? How so?" The frail boy didn't seem like the sercurity type [no offense].
"Well, my silly Australian friend." Julien began.
"British." Private corrected.
"Whatever, Mort is highly trained, and is capable of many things that include fighting and management. So if I were threatened, he would spring into action to save me."
"Explains that back flip from earlier."
"And the kiss since he's "highly trained" " Maurice said with a smirk. Julien turned red at this and flicked Maurice's forehead.
"No stupid jokes or I will fire you and have my half brother hire you."
A quirked eyebrow was his reaction.
Marlene spouting random rhymes and riddles.
A disturbed Private.
And the last two people that would be at the base.
Well, it wasn't the base exactly, more like the meeting area for civilians that was connected to the base.
"Tell me Private, what in the name of Davy Jones Locker is going on?" He asked in a quiet tone, trying to keep himself. Private seated Marlene before himself, and the other two followed suit.
"Well, when I carried out my duty, I found that you were right; these two were dealing drugs behind closed doors."
"So they came along peacefully?"
"No, actually, I found out another thing; they aren't doing it of their own will, at least not entirely. You see, Julien's in a bit of a tight spot right now. He either calls the cops and gets done in by his brother"
"Half." The Prince-King corrected.
"Um, right, or he stays silent and makes way towards the throne like he's entitled to."
"But what if they're lying? I know you Private, and you can be a bit believing at times, do you have any proof?"
The English agent beamed and took out his mobile. "I recorded their conversation while I was investigating. They didn't know I was there while they were talking, so I doubt that any of it's a lie."
"Alright, so what do you want to be done here?" Skipper asked, turning his attention to the other two. Julien gave a sigh, propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin on both palms.
"I know you are just a silly little man," This earned him a low growl. "But, I fear that you are the only one that can help me. You see, my Half brother is associated with some business that I do not like being mixed up in, yet he came to me, asking for a place to hide and do what he does. Of course I complied; not only am I humble, but if I don't, I'll wake up in a fluffy place above all of you. Though that does sound pretty tempting, what good would it be if I were in a higher place but could not rule over you?" He said, taking one hand and inspecting his nails. "After all, why should I die so soon? I have yet to live my life as the Handsome, Soon-to-beKing!"
"...And you expect me to help this guy." Skipper said to Private in a flat tone, the other merely pressed a button on his telephone machine.
"I'm sorry your majesty, but you're the one that agreed to all of this."
"All of what?"
"You know, the drug traffiking and slave dealing."
"You know I cannot say no to my half brother."
"Slave dealing? You've got slaves on your plate too?"
"So can we help them?"
"The only thing I'm going to do is get the crooks behind this scheme behind bars. Ring-tail, tell me anything you know about your half brother."
Kowalski immediately took out his note pade and flipped to an open page. Rico conjoured a real recorder from thin air and pressed the 'record' button. The Indian man 'hmmed'. "Well, I do not like it when you call me 'Ring-tail,' but I shall dismiss that. Okay, about my brother now. He is known to be a very very violent man. Very agressive, um, oh! And he can be physically harming to one that makes him angry. He looks a little like me, not as handsome mind you, but fair enough."
"Such as?" Private asked.
"Such as the eyes, we have the same dark, almond shaped eyes."
"Anything else?" The captain asked a bit impatiently.
"His hair is long. Very long."
"About how long?"
"Hm, I dunno, maybe about to the shoulder blades? He keeps it in a braid though."
"... Does this refer to his sexual orientation?"
"Oh no, please, my half brother, gay? Totally unimaginable. He loves women, more than I do, though that is alright with me. Oh yes, and he has a slightly crooked nose. You see, mine is elegant and smooth. His is broken in the middle, it was when his father struck him."
"Any police record?"
"Not really, he is extremely sly. He keeps going from one country to another, though Canada seems to be his favourite."
"Where in Canada? Do you know?" Private asked immediately.
Julie shrugged. "He said something about Halifax, though he may be lying; I have been to Halifax before, and it is nowhere near Huddersfield. That buffoon was rambling about it being an hour away or something... maybe that was Bradford..."
"Wait, I think he meant the one in England."
"What do you mean the one in England? There is only one Halifax, and that is in Canada." Julien said, rolling his eyes. Private shook his head.
"No, I mean, there's one in Canada and England. If he said that Huddersfield is nearby, then it must mean the one back home!"
"Back home? What do you mean back home? Aren't you Australian?"
"Oh please don't clump us two together; the English came before the Australians! I'm British, I take great pride in having a Queen you know."
"Oh please, I would make a better Queen than yours."
"Don't you bad talk my Queen! What's she done to you?"
"Both of you! Focus!"
"Yes Skipper, Sorry Skipper."
"Really, you Austrailians need to learn how to control your anger a bit more, you and Joey are really alike."
"Ring-tail, tell us about your brother or we're not helping." Skipper said in an annoyed tone.
"But you won't do that; you won't be able to find my half brother if you kick me out of here." Julien said with a smile playing at his lips.
"We always have access to police records and files. Anyway, what's his name?"
"His name? Hmm... now that you mention it, I forgot, but his gang name is Fuusa."
"Fuusa?" Private asked, Julien nodded. "A stupid name of you ask me. Now my name is just the best!"
"...Private?"
"Yes Skipper?"
"What exactly happened to Marlene?" The Captain asked, looking at his soon-to-be-wife (who was currently waking up and making her way to the restroom) before turning his attention to something else. Private paused and scratched the back of his neck before replying.
"Well, you know how we went seperarate ways?"
"Yeah."
"Um, when I came back to get her, I found her in the loitering lounge having a few drinks..."
"With a friend?" He asked, half of his attention on the files he managed to get his hands on. Private swallowed.
"Not, exactly... she was being friendly, but not with much of a friend?"
"I don't understand it when you talk like that Private, now cut the crap and tell me who she was with." He said, clearly agrivated by both the Police record and comrade. 'Maybe it's because he trusts her... or since he's been busy.'
"Don't keep me waiting Pri."
"Um, well," The Brit's ears went red at both the memory of finding her and the nickname. "She was indecent."
"Indecent? She was wearing lipstick, she didn't look indecent."
"No, I mean, Skipper," Private gently took the papers from his comrade's hands and put them down, getting his full attention. "I mean she was letting another man run his hands up and down her."
He said it, and there were no take backs in this sort of thing. He felt a pang of guilt strike a cord in his heart when he saw the expression on Skipper's face. Without hesitation he hugged the shocked Captain.
"I'm sorry Skipper, I should've kept a better eye on her. If I had made it back to her sooner, something like that wouldn't have happened."
"Marlene was... cheating on me?"
"Ah, well, I wouldn't call it that. She was impaired afterall, and one can't help one's actions when under the influence."
"But how could she be under the influence? I gave her a mission to work on and she just went around drinking?"
Skipper pushed him off and stood up, he was a good five to seven inches taller than him, and was currently looming over the fallen boy.
"S-Skipper?"
"How could she do that? No, WHY would she do that? It, It doesn't make sense!"
"Skipper, now try to keep yourself-"
"Calm? I can't keep calm! Private, I'm going to marry her, she knows that! She, She can't go around whoring herself!"
A slap sounded through the room.
"Skipper, get a grip."
The captain blinked, a his left cheek slightly red.
"I'm sure that if you talk to Marlene about this, you'll both come to a resolution." He said, putting his hands on the other's arms. He failed to notice the sound of the door creaking open.
"If you talk to me about what?"
Both heads snapped in her direction in perfect unison, earning a raised eyebrow.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked, walking into the room with her arms crossed. It looked like she had become sober without a hangover. Skipper shrugged Private's hands off and stood up straight.
"No, there's nothing wrong. Everything's better since I've decided to cancel our wedding."
Was this a good place to end? I thought so, but you tell me what you think [yes, even the 'you evil fiend! A cliffhanger? How dare you?' would be appriciated.]
Flames and Bashes are welcome.
Oh, and to those who wanted this to be a Skipper/Marlene, well, I'm not sure what I can say. I was never interested in that pairing, so you know, can't really be helped. Sorry if I disappointed you though.
Note; there may be some grammar errors and spelling mistakes, sorry about that too.