Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Day at the Kentucky Derby (Agent Whiskey)

Summary: Champ and his daughter always go to the Kentucky Derby together. This time he's unable to go, so he suggests she take Agent Whiskey.

"What?" Milli asked.

"I'm sorry, sweet pea. Something came up," Champ told her.

"But we've had these tickets for months!"

"I know and I'll make it up to you."

Milli suppressed the urge to stomp her foot like a child. "It's just...I was looking forward to his."

Champ could hear the tears in his daughter's voice. "Why don't you take Whiskey with you?"

"Whiskey!? No! I can go to the derby by myself. I don't need a babysitter." Milli wasn't too fond of the senior agent. He was an awful flirt and it irritated her.

"If you wanna go by yourself, you can. But I just thought that maybe you'd have more fun if you took someone with you. Whiskey's the only agent free now, everyone else is out."

Milli huffed. "Fine! But one bad pick-up line and I'm kicking him out."

Champ laughed. "I'll be sure to let him know. But try to get along today, okay sweet pea?"

"I will, daddy." She hung up and crossed her arms over her chest.

Great. A whole day with Whiskey.

Honestly, she would rather have Tequila. At least he was fun to party with.

Milli went with a more toned-down outfit for the day. If she had been going with her father, she would have gone all out. Huge hat and all. But she settled for a pair of tight jeans, her cowboy boots, a fringe crop top with a white tank underneath, and a brown leather jacket.

She braided her blonde hair to keep it out of her face before heading down to the stables to pick the horses. Statesman, besides brewing whiskey, also bred racehorses.

As she was unlocking Lightning's stable, she heard, "Are you competing today? 'Cause you'd win every time, darlin'."

Milli rolled her eyes. "Hello, Whiskey." She turned to the large cowboy.

He'd gone causal today too. A pair of blue jeans, white t-shirt, black leather jacket, and his cowboy boots. "Oh, call me Jack sweetheart."

She turned to him and put one hand on her hip. "No. No pet names today. You call me Milli, understood?"

Jack held his hands up in surrender. "Crystal clear."

"Good. Now Lightning, Cash, and Gypsy need to be loaded up."

"Gypsy? She's the smallest horse here."

Milli cocked her eyebrow at him. "Exactly. Makes her faster."

"Whatever you say, dar...Milli."

Milli's horses always won.

They arrived at the racetrack, Milli made sure her horses were taken to the barn and that they had everything they needed.

"They'll be fine, Mills. They'll be taken care of. C'mon, let's get you some food," Jack reassured her. He thought it was sweet how Milli worried about her horses.

Milli was so preoccupied with her thoughts and concerns that she didn't notice how Jack had called her by a shortened version of her name. She finally let him lead her to Champ's private box.

Jack walked over to the mini-bar and poured himself a tumbler of his namesake.

Milli sat down near the window, overlooking the track and the stands.

Jack had seen her on derby days, but she wasn't smiling today. Jack sat next to her. "Hey, you know he'd be here if he could."

"I know." She wiped at her face. "It's stupid to be so upset, right?"

Jack put an arm around her shoulders. "No, it's not. The derby is you and your dad's thing. So of course it's gonna feel weird without him being here."

Milli looked at Jack. Maybe she'd judged him too quickly. Sure, Jack was a huge flirt, but there was a soft side to him. Milli found she rather liked soft Jack.

"So, bettin' today?" Milli asked him.

"Yeah. On your horses."

"Really?"

Jack laughed. "Yeah. I wouldn't dream of bettin' against you, darlin'. I mean, Milli."

She winked at him. "I'll forgive you this one time."

Jack smiled and took a drink of his whiskey.

"Hey Jack?"

"Yeah."

"I'm actually kinda glad you came with me today."

"You're welcome, Mills."

Milli laughed. "Now that one I like."

Jack winked at her. "Well I'll make sure I only use that one."

Milli and Jack had an enjoyable afternoon and Milli's horses won most of the races. Jack tried to give her the money he won, but she insisted he keep it.

"Use it to buy yourself better flirting skills."

Jack put a hand on his heart. "You wound me, sweetheart."

Milli shrugged. "I don't think you're doing too bad."

"You mean I can take you out again?"

Milli gave him a coy smile. "If you're lucky, cowboy."