It takes only one drink to get me drunk. Characters: Agent Coulson, Agent Morse Setting: Michael's Karaoke Content: Drinking agents. Be warned. Summary: Mondays suck. Lets get drunk.
Mondays weren't popular in any workplace, but when you dealt with otherworldly threats and super beings, it became a wee bit more stressful to return to the office after the weekend (if you got the weekend). More than a few agents kept a bottle or two stashed about the office, but today's reemergence of that damn squid (or perhaps it's offspring) was more than a single bottle could handle.
Wiping the final smudge of ink from his cheek, Coulson had collected Agent Morse without a word. He probably should have been more specific with his choice of words, when Stiwell dropped them off outside a karaoke bar, disappearing with the car before they could change their mind. Coulson would have to start bringing him a morning coffee.