[Private to Archer]

[la_belle_rogue]

Hey there, sugah. Ya keepin' outta trouble?

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[la_belle_rogue]

[Was that a chuckle? Yeah, it was.]

Is that a yes?

[codename_duchess]

Is that an "I'll give you your sidearm back"?

[la_belle_rogue]

No, it's a "Ah'm bringin' booze and yer file with me ta share".

[codename_duchess]

Are you serious? After taking on the freaking Lich King, I don't get trusted with my own goddamn Walther? On the USS Murdermobile?

...What kind of booze?

[la_belle_rogue]

Y'also attacked a man with a busted arm. Don't think Ah forgot that. No guns. You're plenty tough without 'em, for now.

[See what she did there, Archer? "For now."]

And it's bourbon. Tastes like pancakes.

[codename_duchess]

"Douchebag." I attacked a douchebag with a busted arm. That evens the field there.

[But flattery will get you somewhere, at least. And booze will get you places as well.]

Top shelf?

[la_belle_rogue]

[She's picking her battles here, so she's not going to correct him about Bond being the douchebag of the situation, when Archer clearly baited him.]

Please, Ah'm a lady. Of course.

[codename_duchess]

Yeah, but you're also from the land of bathtub moonshine and trans-state liquor runs.

[la_belle_rogue]

And ya work for a third rate joke of a secret government agency [run by your mom]. We all have our crosses t'bear.

[codename_duchess]

Hey! Uncalled for!