codename_duchess: (Remember the Rock-Eater?)
[CW: mention of cancer]

For those of you who don’t know me, hi. Sterling Archer, ISIS top agent, world’s most dangerous spy. And if you don’t believe that ask Bond, since I beat the shit out of him. I’ve recovered nuclear material, assassinated enemy agents, fought arms dealers, space pirates, killer cyborgs, the Yakuza, North Korean terrorists, and the KGB. I’ve been poisoned, declared legally dead, beaten breast cancer, and been shot twenty-two times – all before I got on the Barge. Long story short, I am a huge badass.

My adventures on the Barge are pretty awesome too but I don’t need to tell you that. Chris, Rogue, and Morgana can do that for me – right, guys?

Anyway, chalk up another tally in the badass column: I, Sterling Archer, have beaten the Barge. [Check out his brand-spanking new shower stall and redwood Japanese soaking bath!] Check it out, dickwads, I graduated! And it only took me a couple months. …Several months. Less than a year. So I’m going to go home to keep kicking bad guys’ asses and also check in on Lana. Because she’s pregnant and that’s kind of a big deal.

…The point is, I’m badass.

Rogue, you promised me a goddamn cake.
codename_duchess: (Remember the Rock-Eater?)
[For a split second there is darkness, and a muffled "Shit, hold on - hold on, I got it" in Archer’s voice. When he gets his hand off the camera and holds the communicator up properly he’s in his natural state (drunk), behaving normally (drinking), leaning up against a chair propping up Gary’s feet.] Hey Barge, help us out with something.

[Gary is draped over both of the chairs in Archer’s room and endeavoring to take up as much space as is humanly possible. He flips the camera a lazy salute. He is also drunk. His sunglasses are on his head. It’s a party.] We wanted to know, what are some things you’ve done? Or haven’t done? What- what are the things -

[He trails off into giggling. Archer guffaws, raising a tall glass filled with a thick pale green substance in a toast.] Mmmm. So. - Yeah, anyway, we’re playing a game. And we’re going for the record, right, buddy?

I’ve no fucking idea, [Gary replies, grinning like an idiot and finishing off his own glass.]

Jesus Christ, really? We’ve been playing this for - holy shit, four hours and eight minutes. Do you seriously think anyone’s ever played Never Have I Ever for this long before? [Archer pauses thoughtfully.] Have any of you ever played Never Have I Ever for four hours and eight minutes? [He anticipates a no, raising his Green Russian expectantly.] We’re kinda running out of questions.

[Gary reaches down to swat at Archer’s shoulder to get his attention.] Oh, waitwaitwait. Never have I ever kept a Never Have I Ever game going this long!

Except you totally have now! [Archer greets this with a cheer, punching the air as he drains down the rest of the drink in one go.]

[OOC: Truth flood joint post with [personal profile] this_corrosion! Both Gary and Archer are affected. Replies may come from either or both of them.]
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