Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Superbowl Brawl (Agent Whiskey)

Summary: Champ throws a Superbowl party and Tequila starts running his mouth.

A/N - Tequila is an asshole and I hate him.

It was Superbowl weekend and the whole Statesmen agency had been invited to Champ's ranch to watch the game.

All the boys were gathered in Champ's 'man-cave' while Kalie (Codename: Daiquiri) was in the kitchen with Champ's wife Jill.

"You should go watch the game, sweetie," Jill told her.

"I don't care for football, Jill. My eyes just glaze over and I cheer when the boys do."

Jill laughed. "How are things with Whiskey?"

Kalie blushed. "Whiskey? We're friends, that's it."

"Honey, that boy looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky."

Kalie tried to brush off Jill's words. "Today would have been more fun if the girls were here."

Ginger was busy with prior commitments and Rosé and Merlot were off together.

Most of the female operatives were given 'girly' drink codenames, something that Kalie didn't appreciate.

Of course, Tequila had teased her. "Maybe when you run Statesmen, you can choose everyone's codenames."

Rum had thrown in his two cents. "Ha! A woman running the Statesmen? Yeah, that'll be the day."

Tequila and Rum were two of the most misogynistic men she'd ever met. But of course they never made those comments in front of Champ, knowing it would get them thrown out on their ass.

"We better get this food out to the boys," Jill said.

The two women juggled appetizers.

Champ was outside grilling some meat before kickoff.

They set the food on the tables laid out.

Jill ran back to the kitchen to grab something.

"Hey, sweet thing!" Tequila called.

Kalie turned to him. "Something I can help you with, Tequila?"

"Yeah. Why don't you be a good little housewife and go grab us some more beers?"

Kalie's cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Don't talk to her like that," Whiskey snapped.

"Lighten up, old man," Rum said, putting his hand on Whiskey's shoulder.

Whiskey smacked his hand away.

"Cool it, Whiskey," Tequila said.

"Unlike you, Tequila, I actually respect women."

Tequila scoffed. "Respect women? Whiskey, you fuck anything with a..."

Whiskey stood up, towering over Tequila. "I dare you to finish that sentence."

Tequila stood up, taking on the challenge. "You wouldn't hurt me, old man."

"Wanna bet? Who trained you? Let me remind you the number of times I put you on your ass."

"Try it."

The two men stood nose to nose.

"Stop it!" Kalie yelled, jumping in between them.

Tequila laughed. "Oh, so now you need a woman to fight your battles for you?"

That was the last straw.

Whiskey snapped and socked Tequila in the nose.

"What the fuck! You broke my fucking nose!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Champ asked, coming inside.

Tequila was doubled over, his hands to his bleeding nose.

Kalie was just barely holding Whiskey back. "Jack, stop it!" she begged, "Please. Don't listen to him. He's an asshole. It's fine."

"Fine! No it's not fucking fine, Kalie! You don't deserve the smart comments you get from him and Rum. I should have knocked him out too."

"Whiskey, go to the barn and walk it off. Rum, have Jill patch Tequila up," Champ ordered.

Rum grabbed Tequila and they left.

"Jack..." Kalie said, reaching for his face.

He grabbed her hands and pulled them off him. "Kalie, don't. Just...don't." Whiskey stormed out the back door.

Brandy and Vodka sat on the couch, acting like nothing had even happened.

"I'm sorry for ruining your party, Champ," Kalie said.

"You didn't ruin anything, darlin'." He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a fatherly hug.

"Better go check on Whiskey." Kalie nodded and took her time walking to the barn. She found Whiskey in the barn, saddling up his favorite horse. "Mind if I join you?" Kalie asked.

Whiskey held out his hand. "C'mere darlin'."

Kalie tried to calm her heart as she walked over to him.

He helped her into the saddle and climbed up behind her. "Hold on." He lightly kicked the horse and they rode out of the barn. "I'm sorry for decking Tequila," he said.

Kalie laughed. "Please never apologize for that."

"I want you to know...I'll always defend your honor."

Kalie smiled and put her hand over Whiskey's hand where it was resting on her stomach. "Thanks, Jack."