Night Angels: Aftermath and Beyond – Pt. 5, "Revy's First Week, Pt. 2"
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats/Black Lagoon fanfiction
By Elwin 'Blaine' Coldiron
"Hellsing" and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre company. "Gunsmith Cats" and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Sentai Filmworks, and "Black Lagoon", created by Rei Hiroe and is the property of Shogakukan/Viz Media, Geneon Universal, Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre company. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.
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The night was rather uneventful, and as it wore on, two young girls, lying nude next to each other, just slept after a rather athletic session of lovemaking. However, Bridgett Healy woke-up, the black-haired girl's face a mask of concern as her mauvine eyes glowed brightly. Quickly, she shook the shoulder of her lover for the night. "Wake-up, Alice!" she hissed in a low voice.
However, Alice Brooke just waived her off sleepily. "Go 'way, Bridgett," she mumbled as she turned away, "You've wore me out. You wan' more… jus' masturbate."
"I'm not joking, Alice, get up!" the raven-haired Bridgett added, leaping off the bed and digging through a dresser for a white camisole and panties, then a white terrycloth bathrobe. "I've sensed something downstairs and it's not good! I'm going down to find out what it is! Go to your room, find some decent nightwear and follow me down as well!" She quickly dressed, then exited out the door. However, Alice groggily pulled herself out of bed, dressed herself clumsily, then made her way to her room.
Making sure the belt on her robe was tied securely, Bridgett descended the stairs as fast as she could – where she beheld a horrifying sight. Moria Hedgley, her supervisor and guardian, was standing dazed, splattered in blood while her hands were caked in that same organ. Around her, Irene 'Rally' Vincent, Seras Victoria, Revy and Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, helped guide her to one of the less repaired sofas that doted the damaged, but being repaired, mansion. "OH DEAR GOD," she cried out as she raced to the brunette's side, "MISS HEDGLEY, WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU!"
"Huh?" Moria just looked at Bridgett with the same glazed look on her face. "Uh… Bridgett, what did you say? Pardon me but I can't hear you too good right now."
"What?" Concerned, Bridgett looked at Revy and pleaded, "Revy, what in the world's happened to Miss Hedgley?"
"Look, I'll tell all of you, just let me get back to the car, willya?" the Chinese pirate growled before returning to the Land Rover they drove up with.
Now Alice made her way downstairs. But before she could say anything, Sir Integra barked out, "Miss Brooke, go back upstairs and fetch a basin, warm water, soap and clean towels! Miss Healy," she turned to Bridgett, "contact Dr. Trevelyan and have him come here immedietly! Then go to the kitchen, brew-up some chamomile tea and come back here!"
"Yes, Sir Integra!" Bridgett acknowledged, running into the depths of the mansion.
"R-right, ma'am!" a startled Alice answered in turn, running back upstairs.
Now Revy returned inside, lugging with her a load of surveillance equipment, setting it up on a nearby table just as Becky 'the Nose' Farrah and 'Minnie' May Takigawa came down, woken from the commotion. "Look," the pirate began, "before I show you what the hell happened, I better explain what went down."
"Please do," Sir Integra said, sitting down, "and do NOT omit anything! Even the SLIGHTEST details is important!"
"Why not?" Just as soon as everyone not occupied with anything sat down, Revy lit up a cigarette began her tale. "Me and Moria arrived at the Docklands, just as you told us to. However, what happened next we didn't expect…"
FLASHBACK, THE DOCKLANDS, TWO HOURS EARLIER…
"Aw fuck! Just how long are we going to be sitting around doing nothing?" Revy loudly complained, she and Moria hidden behind various crates and debris.
"Will you please stop complaining so loud, Revy?" Moria hissed in a low voice, staring at an open space with a pair of night vision binoculars. "A job like this requires patience and stealth, both of which you're sorely lacking at the moment!"
Revy just grunted, leaning back against a crate. "If that's the case," she continued, this time in a lower voice, "at least you could give me back my cigarettes. I'd relax better if I had a smoke."
Briefly, Moria turned away and countered, "Sorry, but I'm afraid the smell might give us away better than your shouting." Relaxing, she added, "This is important, Revy. If the information Sir Integra received last night is accurate, it might go a long way in solving the problem with the FREAK chip."
"Well you can't complain about that, now can you?" Revy finally relaxed, adding, "At least you can tell me why the fuck this is so important."
Moria thought for a bit. "I… guess we were in a bit of a hurry, so I think I can give you a better overview about the mission." Relaxing, she began, "For the last week, the Hellsing Organization has been receiving very disturbing rumours that there is a new version of the FREAK chip about – possibly one based upon the Millennium design, or an improvement of the same."
Without any explanation, Revy was alarmed. "What? A new chip? Shit, this can't be good!"
"Quite. Last night, Sir Integra got a report from officials within the London Metropolitan Police that there's going to be a drop of that same chip. From what a confidential informant – one of good standing within the department I had been told, someone is going to be selling a good quantity of such chips at this particular location." Moria then quietly set-up a combination night vision camera/amplified listening device. "Our job is to confirm the drop and the exchange of any coin of the realm such a transaction would entail – then move against said individuals."
Revy grinned predatorily, pulling out one of her cutlasses. "Alright, now that's what I'm talking about!"
"Alive!" Moria added, rather pointedly.
"Whatever," Revy sighed, holstering the gun again. "Shit, you had to ruin my fun."
"Revy, we need to know if these chips are indeed a new manufacture or they are in fact of the existing inventory," the butler/werewolf pointed out. "And the only way we can do that is to capture and interrogate the subjects as such."
"Can you do that?"
"I'm certain we can," Moria said. "Hellsing can be quite ruthless in our interrogation methods, although not to the same bloodthirsty level that Balalaika or Chang are used to."
"And if it doesn't work?" asked Revy.
"Well… Rally and Seras do need to be fed," answered Moria with a smile. "If we can't wring it out of them, those two can find the information we need through their blood." Then a small noise caught her attention. "Shhh… this might be them!"
Sure enough, one individual, then another showed up and began talking amongst each other. Quietly, Moria slipped on a pair of headphones and turned on the amplification system. However, the frown she had on her face was telling. "Something wrong?" Revy asked.
Moria grunted slightly. "They're talking so low, it's hard to hear what they're saying," she said, turning up the volume. "Ah, there we are… nice and clear."
For the next few minutes, the two women continued to listen to the men as they exchanged stories of survival within the devastated London, as well as humorous antidotes from their memories. It seem as if Moria was going to be as bored as Revy was listening in to what they accurately assumed was irrelevant conversation. Then the brunette leaned over excitedly. "From the sounds of the conversation, it looks like they're finally getting down to business," she hissed. "Revy, be prepared for…"
BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!
Moria quickly threw the headphones off her ears as she yelped and fell to the ground, clutching the same in obvious pain. "MORIA!" Revy called out, her cutlasses drawn.
"Ears… ringing… can't… hear…" Moria groaned, still writhing on the ground in pain.
Revy knew it was useless to help her companion out, so she raced over to where their suspects were – both men now motionless on the ground. Quickly, she made a cursory examination of the two, then yelled, "FUCK! THEY'RE BOTH DEAD!" Turning to the direction the gunshots originated, the pirate drew both her chromed cutlasses, then called out, "Alright, this night's been a complete wash because of you, so come on out and take your fucking medicine, cocksucker!"
"Such foul language for such a beautiful woman," a male voice, sounding not altogether sane, replied. "Something I would've expected… from a foul heathen like you!" Stepping out of the shadows, a man wearing what appeared to be a tattered version of a Catholic priest's vestments, as well as several weeks' growth of facial hair, aimed what looked like a salvaged machine gun at Revy. "We are the servants of God, and his instruments of his divine justice on Earth! We are called here to cleanse His holy lands by separating the ash from the flesh!" He then opened fire on the pirate, causing her to duck out of the way. "PRAISE TO OUR LORD!"
Returning fire, Revy quickly found cover in a pile of tattered crates and storage containers. "Fuck," she muttered to herself, changing clips on the fly, "that's gotta be one of those Iscariot bastards the boss lady told me about! He must have been hiding out in the sewers for the last few weeks, and now decided to come out in the open and start his own damn crusade!" She took note of the priest's face, his eyes wild and blazing, adding, "And from the looks of it, whatever that vampire Alucard did to those fuckers must've unhinged him seriously!" Deciding not to think any further, she continued to shoot back, hoping that Moria would recover in time before she ran out of ammunition.
Now at this time, Moria finally rousted herself, recovering slightly from the amplified report of the machine gun over her earphones, although all she could hear was ringing. But she did take notice of the muzzle flashes near her, and craned her head upwards. She couldn't see Revy, but saw where she was hiding from the shots being fired. But as she turned her attention to her friend's opponent, Moria's eyes widened – especially seeing the tarnished silver crucifix hanging his neck. "I-Iscariot?" she gasped, her mood changing from shock… to blind anger!
The second Revy heard the enraged scream, she looked to see Moria, transformed to her more-animalistic form, charging the Iscariot. Before he could do anything, the werewolf brutally tackled the insane priest to the ground, then proceeded to savagely rend him to pieces with her claws. Leaving her place of concealment, Revy raced over to try to pull Moria back, but got shoved hard back as the werewolf continued to tear him to pieces.
"MORIA! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Revy yelled, but to no avail.
After two minutes, Moria stopped, her face and hands covered with blood. Gradually, she transformed back, breathing hard. Deciding to take a risk, Revy gingerly walk besides her friend. What she saw wasn't pleasant, if the sick look on her face was of any clue.
The priest's face was gone, gouged to a depth of two inches. And all around them was the various limbs and organs Moria tore from him.
END FLASHBACK
After Revy finished, she replayed the whole escapade for Sir Integra, with Rally, Seras, May and Becky looking on. The Hellsing leader just shook her head sadly, realizing what had happened. The two vampires just looked on, used to this graphic display of death. But as for Becky, she looked as if she was about to throw-up at that minute, and even the street-savvy May looked a bit queasy.
Elsewhere, Dr. Trevelyan examined Moria's ears, the girl still in shock. Bridgett had set-up the teapot and was ready to serve its contents, while Alice tended to Moria, cleaning the blood and gore from her hands and face.
Finally satisfied, the doctor then walked away, going to Sir Integra's side. "She suffered a bit of inner ear concussion," he said in a low voice. "I couldn't tell if her eardrums had been ruptured, though. If they have, then they've healed by now."
"So what you are saying is that Moria's hearing will recover in time?" Sir Integra asked.
"Given a night-or-two's bed rest, she should be alright," Dr. Trevelyan replied, "though she may have some residual ringing in her ears for a few days, but nothing permanent." He took another look at her, adding, "The additional time could benefit her, being she still in a bit of shock from the experience."
Sir Integra just nodded. "My thanks, Doctor," she said, shutting off the recording. "Care for some tea?"
"Not at all," the doctor answered.
By now, Alice was satisfied that she had Moria's face and hands cleaned, but when she reached to clean her exposed cleavage, she hesitated, not wishing to cause offense. Then a gloved, strong hand gently gripped her, which caused her to turn – to face Rally. "That's alright," she said. "We'll take care of that for you."
"Ulp! R-right!" Alice squeaked, her hand trembling as Rally let go.
Bridgett noticed Alice's trembling as the girl backed away. "Anything wrong?" she asked. "I sensed that you were afraid of something."
It took a few seconds for Alice to find her voice. "She… that vampire… touched me!"
"Doesn't seem too unusual to me," Bridgett replied.
"May be for you… but to me, it was as if the very hand of Death had taken hold of me!"
Bridgett looked sympathetic at her friend/lover, guiding her away. "Don't give it a second thought, Alice," she said soothingly. "Rally wouldn't dare harm another human."
Alice looked at her companion. "But she drank your blood, Bridgett," she said.
"It was an accident," the black-haired dhampir replied, "mostly through a complication I made. Come now, I'll need help serving the tea." Alice nodded, assisting her.
As the two girls were talking, Rally and Seras walked up to Sir Integra, the No-Life Queen saying, "If you don't mind, Sir Integra, me and Rally would like to take Moria downstairs and get her to relax."
"Go ahead, Rally, Seras. It might be some time before everyone else here has a chance to relax," Sir Integra replied.
As Rally walked up to Moria, who still looked dazed, she was about to speak but remembered about her friend/lover's hearing problem. 'Moria?' she mentally called out.
That caught Moria's attention. Her eyes finally showing clarity, she slowly turned around. "R-Rally?" she began, tears starting to stream.
'Let's go downstairs. You've had a rough night.' But Rally was surprised when Moria lunged herself at her, hugging the dusky vampire tightly. 'Hey take it easy, Moria! We've just have to get you to bed, that's all.'
"Let me accompany you to down," Seras added. Rally nodded in acknowledgment, then the two vampires gently escorted Moria down to the lower levels.
By now, those still awake were being served tea by Bridgett and Alice. "If you ask me," Revy muttered as she accepted her cup, "I'd prefer a stiff shot of rum after this. Still, this is better than nothing at all," taking a sip of her tea.
"I still… can't believe that Moria was even capable of this sort of… violence!" Becky added uneasily, grateful that her stomach had settled down. "It was all I could do not to throw up from seeing all that!"
"And I thought I saw worse during my time on the streets," May added.
Sir Integra regarded the two kindly. "Believe me, since gaining her powers, Moria is capable of unleashing a horrible wrath upon anyone who has the misfortune of angering her, if what she did to the Iscariots that killed her father was of any example. The way she helped Rally and Seras deal with the supergangs on the West End and at the Docklands a few weeks ago is evident of that."
"Then it's a good thing we're her friends, Becky… otherwise, we could've ended-up the same as that guy," May managed to laugh. The information expert just nodded.
XXX
It turned out that on the next night, Moria's hearing did clear up, but the truth be told, it took her a full three nights before she recovered sufficiently from the stress to be about. However, when she began to make her rounds, she looked even more depressed that on the night of the incident, if the way she did the nightly clean-up was any evidence.
CRASH!
"Oh damn," Moria groaned, seeing the vase she accidently knocked down and broken during her dusting, "not again?" Sighing, she made her way to the closet to get a broom and dustpan.
"Moria?" Immedietly the young butler recognized the voice behind her. Cringing, she turned around, seeing Sir Integra behind her. "Anything wrong?"
"Ma'am," Moria began, "I'm… I'm sorry about this. I'll clean it up as soon as I can."
"Moria, that was the third vase you have broken tonight," Sir Integra said quite pointedly. "Thankfully, they were all inexpensive and easily replaceable, but that is besides the point. You are not normally this clumsy, which leads me to suspect there is something seriously wrong with you." She saw Moria's head droop in shame, leading her to add, "Care to talk about it in my office?" The young butler didn't say anything, instead walking towards her employer's office.
As soon as they arrived, Sir Integra offered Moria a chair, which she kindly refused. "Moria," the Hellsing leader began, "I realize you have been under a lot of stress following the incident with the Iscariot at the Docklands, but up to now you have been able to perform your duties without any flaws. What has changed?"
"I wish I knew, Sir Integra," Moria moaned. "I'm sorry if I had been a disappointment to you."
"You are not a disappointment, Moria," Sir Integra corrected, "but I think under the circumstances, returning to your normal duties is more of a detriment than a favour right now." Nesting her hands under her chin, the pale blonde woman said, "I wish you to take a brief sabbatical from your work here, with pay."
"But Sir Integra…" Moria started, but stopped when her employer held up her hand.
"No exceptions, Moria! Bridgett and Miss Brooke is well capable of picking up the burden of your tasks while you are resting for however long it takes." Eyeing her closely, Sir Integra added, "Besides, you have not smiled – really smiled since this sad episode with Millennium and your father's death had began! You can return to your duties provided you can put a genuine smile on that face of yours!"
Moria wanted to protest but found it was no use. "Of course, Sir Integra," she sighed, then she bowed before exiting. However, upon seeing the doors close, the pace of her walk changed to that of an extremely angry woman. "Of all the damn, bloody…"
Now about this time, Revy had ascended the stairs, and was relieved to see Moria up and about, but a little surprised with how angry she was. "Hey Moria, what's got you all pissed off?" she asked.
"Just get out of my way, Revy!" Moria angrily snarled, catching the pirate off-guard. "All because of three bloody broken vases, Sir Integra has put me on extended holiday! Now leave me be!" All Revy could do is to watch the butler storm off, then shrugged and made her way into Sir Integra's office, where she knocked on the door.
As soon as the Hellsing leader bade her in, the pirate walked up to the desk. "Revy, I suppose this is concerning your first pay?" Sir Integra began, producing a plastic card.
"Sure do," Revy said, taking the card. "What's this?"
"A rechargeable debit card, with your first month's salary already entered. You do know how to write your name, do you?"
"Of course I do, no need to be sarcastic about it," Revy said as she signed the card, using a pen Sir Integra generously provided. "Even got that PIN number you gave me memorized." Thinking back to her run-in with the young butler, she asked, "What happened to Moria?"
"I had to place her on leave until she can get whatever issues she has on her mind settled." Sir Integra sighed, then rubbed her temples. "I hated to do that, but I still feel that she still has lingering issues about what happened to her father."
"Oh… right. Listen, I'll get out of your hair, Sir Integra. Thanks for the pay." Revy then stopped in her tracks as she left the office. "Oh yeah, any way of verifying the pay?" she asked, waiving the card.
"Yes, there is a web address on the back of the card," Sir Integra answered. "Just type the account number, then the PIN number to check your balance. When next month comes around, come back to my office and I'll give you the reload card for your next pay."
"Okay. Well 'bye then." Revy then exited the office, leaving her employer to her tasks.
"Well, it's doesn't look like much," the pirate mused to herself as she looked at the card, "but I guess the boss lady couldn't create a bank account in this place without calling too much attention to myself. Oh well, better find a laptop to check on my pay."
But as Revy rounded a corner, she was surprised to find Alice helping Bridgett to her feet, the black-haired dhampir looking dazed. "Shit… what happened to you, kid?"
"It's… it's alright, Revy," Bridgett stammered. "The sensation was brief; it'll pass in time."
Revy didn't looked convinced. She then turned her attention to Alice, who answered, "Miss Hedgley passed us a few seconds ago. From the look on her face, I thought it was best not to ask why she was in such a state. But Bridgett…"
FLASHBACK, A FEW SECONDS AGO…
Alice and Bridgett were busy cleaning the windows when Moria stormed by. The light brown-haired maid took one look at her supervisor, and noticing the angry look on her face, decided it was best to keep quiet.
However, as Moria passed Bridgett, who was oblivious to her guardian's mood, the black-haired girl gasped, then collapsed to her knees. Moria heard the girl call out, finally forgetting her anger. But the sight of a dazed Bridgett caused a new emotions in her – shame. There was a single tear in her eye as she left the two.
END FLASHBACK
"Oh… so that's it," Revy said in a low voice. "Listen, I've got to find a laptop, so I'll be getting out of your hair."
"If that's the case," Alice offered, "I have a laptop in my room. You're more than happy to use it. Just turn it off afterwards."
"Thanks, kid. I'll just do that."
A few minutes later, Revy had found Alice's laptop, logged into the debit card's website, and verified the amount on the card as the agreed-upon fee. However, as she shut the device down, she couldn't help but to wonder about Moria's mood. "Fuck, I'm no head shrinker, but I can tell Moria's still messed-up about her dad. I wish I could help her somehow." Absently, she looked at her debit card, where an idea crept into her head.
"Heh, why not?" she smirked to herself. "If it doesn't work, I don't know what will. Still, I better get the boss lady's permission before I go to the liquor store."
A LIQUOR STORE IN LONDON, THE NEXT DAY…
"HUH? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BACARDI GOLD IN STOCK?" Revy angrily yelled at the hapless proprietor of the liquor store that was a mere kilometer from the mansion.
"Miss," the proprietor pleaded, holding up his hands, "I'm sorry about it, but there's no reason to be upset about it!" Seeing Revy calm down, he added, "What I mean is that, even though the stores in this city have been restocked since the crisis, there hasn't been any call at this establishment for that particular brand you've asked for." Helpfully, he added, "I've got plenty of fine Jamaican dark rum, if you like," producing a familiar looking bottle to the pirate.
"No thanks, it's Bacardi Gold-or-nothing for me!"
"Well then…" the proprietor mused, looking around the store, "could I interest you in some fine gin then?"
Revy shuttered. "Fuck no! That shit tastes too much like pine trees to me!"
The proprietor looked confused as he again looked over his stocks. "If not so," he offered, "perhaps some scotch would be nice."
"Maybe," Revy sighed, "but ever since I had a shot of White Horse, I've stayed away from scotch. Tasted like what dirty socks smelled."
"Oh I wasn't talking about the blends," the proprietor said, going to a cask on the shelf. "Scotland has a fine collection of single malt varieties that might interest your palate." Getting out a glass, he poured a small amount of the contents into it, then presented the glass to Revy.
"Is this legal?" the Chinese woman asked, looking doubtful.
"Oh I've got a license to dispense samples."
Still looking doubtful, Revy decided to take a small sip… then coughed, surprised by the strength of the whisky. "Kinda… strong and smoky!" she choked.
Surprised, the proprietor again looked at the cask. "Oh dear," he said, "I've seem to have given you an Islay scotch by mistake! I've should've given you one from Speyside." Getting a clean glass, he poured another sample, this time from another cask. "Here. Hopefully this'll be more to your liking."
Bracing herself, Revy took a sip of the new sample presented to her. "Still smoky… but not as much as the first one. Smoother, too. Kinda looks like Bacardi Gold as well." Giving the proprietor an appraising eye, Revy handed the glass back to him. "How much is this stuff you've given me."
The proprietor did some mental figuring. "Oh I believe about… £25.90 for a .750 liter bottle."
"Alright. How about giving me three bottles of that stuff?"
"Why thank you!" The man then packed three bottles into a bag and placed it on the counter. "Cash or charge?" he asked.
"Why not put it on this?" replied Revy, producing the debit card.
LATER THAT NIGHT…
It took a couple minutes of talking to Sir Integra, but later that night, Revy carted the three bottles she purchased, along with two 'old fashioned' glasses and an ice bucket to a small study on the second floor, where she heard that Moria was in. When she arrived, she found her friend at a table reading a black book. "About time I found you," the pirate announced. "What's that you're reading?" Moria glanced up at her, but said nothing, continuing to read.
"Oh let me guess," Revy continued, "it's some light romance novel you've happened to run into and decided to have a look." Then the pirate's face took about a lecherous leer as she added, "Or knowing you, maybe it's a piece of lezzie smut you've happened upon and are now looking up as reference material for the next time you're in bed with Rally and Seras!" Sighing irritably, Moria placed a finger in the page she was reading and flashed the cover in Revy's face.
The disappointment was telling. "The Holy Bible?" grumbled Revy. "I should've known you were into that sort of thing!"
Moria just rolled her eyes as she continued to read from the sacred text, which happened to be the Book of Job. "Just because you've lost faith doesn't mean you can make fun of the fact I still have mine!" she grumbled. But then, she abruptly hugged the Bible as she sadly added, "But of late, I feel that my own faith has been shaken to the core." A sigh, "I was hoping that, reading about Job's trials, I might find some solution to my own crisis of faith in his example, but somehow coming up empty in the effort."
"Oh well, don't sweat it too much," Revy assured, placing two glasses filled with ice on the table. "Right now, let's have a little fun."
Dumbfounded, Moria just stared as Revy got out one of the bottles and opened it. "Pardon my for asking," she began, "but just what in the world are you doing?"
"What else?" replied Revy with a grin. "The two of us are going to get shit-faced drunk together, that's what!"
"Well… I appreciate the trouble you've gone through to have this… er… event made… but how are you going to explain this to Sir Integra?" Moria asked as the pirate began pouring the drinks.
"Don't worry about it, I cleared it with the boss lady beforehand," said Revy, "now don't be a fucking stick-in-the-mud and join me!" She then handed Moria a glass filled almost to the brim with scotch.
To her credit, Moria didn't object as she stared into the glass. "Oh well… if Sir Integra says it's alright, then I guess I should go along." Knowing what to expect, Moria began to cautiously sip.
"No, not that way!" Revy bellowed, startling her companion. As soon as Moria recovered, she saw the pirate drain her glass until all that was left was the ice. "Now you try!" Deciding to take a chance, Moria squared her shoulders and matched Revy's efforts. However, the end results were the same after her first attempt at drinking hard liquor – she ended up coughing and gagging, all the while Revy refilled her glass.
"Now that's wasn't so hard," the Chinese woman remarked.
"But the end result was the same the first time I drank scotch!" Moria complained, recovering.
"So you had this stuff before," Revy remarked.
"Why yes, but I rather not discuss the circumstances on why." Moria then eyed Revy and added, "So how long are we going to do this?"
"I dunno," Revy shrugged, "perhaps as long as the booze holds out." Moria didn't reply to that, taking another drink.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's note – if any of you are wondering about some of the terms about scotch I mentioned, I would highly recommend renting 'Great Scotch Whisky' from Netflix, which not only describes some of the various bottlings of this liquor, but even a brief overview on Scottish history and how scotch figures into it.
On the next part, the night of drinking causes an adverse reaction for Moria, which causes her to face her demons – as well as an unexpected lesbian liaison with Revy!
Until part 6… LATER!
9/11/01
FDNY-NYPD-THE REAL HEROES