Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Agent Mimosa (Agent Whiskey)

Summary: Agent Whiskey's daughter tags along for a mission.

Eggsy walked out of the palace and over to Agent Whiskey's car. "Got the passes from my contact," he said, getting in, "You gonna love Glastonbury." He looked over at the girl sitting in the car with them.

She had red-ish brown hair and blue eyes and her arms wrapped around Whiskey's neck from behind. She also had a white Stetson on.

"Who's dis?" Eggsy asked.

"Clementine Daniels, please to meet 'cha. But you can call me Lee."

"She Statesmen?" Eggsy asked Whiskey.

"No, even though she wants to be."

"But I have a great name!" she protested, "Agent Mimosa!"

Eggsy laughed and Clementine winked at him.

"I brought her along so we'd be less conspicuous."

"Conspicuous?" Eggsy asked.

Clementine crawled over the front seat and sat in Eggsy's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You get to be my boyfriend for the day!"

"Woah. I've got a girlfriend, luv."

Clementine rolled her eyes. "I'm well aware of that. It's for the mission." She winked at Eggsy, causing Whiskey to groan.

"Can we just get on with the mission?" Whiskey asked, "Gettin' to the festival is the easy part, kid. Take a look in the glovebox."

Eggsy reached over Clementine and opened the glovebox, pulling out a small tin. He opened it and found something that look suspiciously like a condom. "Fuckin' 'ell, bruv. I thought everything was supposed to be bigger in America. Is that why you overcompensate with these massive cars?"

Clementine started giggling until her father gave her a look.

"It goes on your finger. Surveillance tracker's in the tip. Apply light pressure for three seconds to release it."

On the ride to Glastonbury, Clementine stayed in Eggsy's lap and talked his ear off.

It was becoming abundantly clear that she was a Harley Quinn character. Always peppy and giggly.

When they arrived, they walked up to the entrance.

"Bands?" security asked.

All three of them showed him their bands.

"Yeah, that's fine."

"I say we both make an approach, whoever gets on best goes for it," Whiskey said.

"It doesn't have to be a competition, does it bruv?" Eggsy asked, "Why don't we just go up to her, shake 'er hand, pat 'er on the back. You know, whatever. Job done."

"The hand is not a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsmen?"

"What're you talkin' about?"

Clementine shook her head. "Oh you sweet summer child."

"Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly providing full audio and GPS," Whiskey explained.

"A mucus membrane? That's like up the nose, innit? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger up..." Eggsy trailed off as it dawned on him. "It's not just isn't the nose, is it?"

"No Eggsy, it ain't."

"Fuck!"

Clementine patted him on the back.

"Alright, I'll take first crack. Watch and learn, buddy." Whiskey took a sip from his flask and walked over to the target.

"Good luck!" Eggsy called, shaking his head.

Clementine and Eggsy watched him fail spectacularly.

"Alright," Eggsy said, but Clementine put a hand on his chest.

"Allow me." She walked over to the target. "You'll have to excuse my uncle. He flirts with any pretty young thing in a skirt."

Whiskey looked at his daughter and the target. "Be good, be cool." He walked off to nurse his wounded pride.

"I'm Lee."

"Clara. You're not from around here, are you?"

"What gave it away? The hat or the boots? No, I'm here visitin' my boyfriend." Clementine looked over at Eggsy and waved him over.

Eggsy walked over to the two women.

Clementine discreetly grabbed his arm and put it around her waist.

They ended up hanging out with Clara for the rest of the day and then she invited them back to her tent.

"Wow. This is amazing," Eggsy said, looking around.

Clementine wanted to roll her eyes. This girl wouldn't know camping if it jumped up and smacked her in her pretty face.

Clara sat down on the bed and Clementine joined her.

"Come on, baby," Clementine purred, "This is why we came in the first place."

Eggsy grabbed Clementine and pulled her off the bed. "I think we'll just freshen up, first." He pulled her into the bathroom. "What the hell do you think you're doin'?" Eggsy asked.

"Look I know you have a girlfriend, okay? And I'm not gonna jeopardize that, so give me the tracker."

He shoved it into Clementine's hand. "And what are you going to do with that?"

"I think I'm gonna go eat her out." With that, Clementine walked out.

A few seconds later, Eggsy heard moaning. "Fuckin' 'ell." He heard Clara scream and he ran out of the bathroom.

Clementine was getting off her knees. She walked over to Eggsy and put her hands on his chest. "Ready, tiger?" Clementine winked at him and he started playing along.

"I...I think I want you to myself tonight."

"But...you promised me."

"I'm sorry, baby. But I am so hard for you right now."

Clementine turned back to Clara who was still laying on the bed. "He gets very possessive of me sometimes. But thanks for everything, darlin'." She grabbed Eggsy's hand and pulled him out of the tent. "God, I need a drink."

"When were you gonna tell me you like girls?"

Clementine rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid, Eggsy. I like both. Now come on, I wanna have some fun before we leave."

Eggsy and Clementine spent the rest of the evening and night drinking and listening to the last few remaining bands play.

Clementine was drunk off her ass and Eggsy practically dragged her back to the car. "Hey daddy!" Clementine squealed. She stumbled and he caught her.

"Thanks."

"What? She's a grown woman. I wasn't gonna tell her not to drink," Eggsy told him.

Whiskey picked her up and set her in the passenger seat.

Eggsy climbed in the back.

"I had fun tonight, Eggsy," Clementine told him.

"Me too, Agent Mimosa."

Clementine laughed. "Hey, if you're ever in America, I'll hook you up with some Coachella tickets." Clementine fell asleep on the way back.

"Hey, thanks for lookin' after 'er," Whiskey told Eggsy, "I know she can be a handful."

"It's fine, bruv. It was actually kinda fun. She did good. Statesmen would be lucky to have her."

Whiskey just shook his head and kept driving.