Undercover || Detective Conan

8

Marsala is yet again hanging out in Bourbon's apartment. It was just a small cozy one bedroom with lots of personal stuff.

They were no longer meeting at work since they were separated and have been assigned under their senior agents. Bourbon under Kir, Marsala under Vodka, and Scotch under Rye.

Marsala didn't bothered knowing about Mezcal. 

These past weeks, she would barge in Bourbon's apartment and talk about any improvements on his investigations. Sometimes she would see Scotch inside to talk about his recent missions.

Marsala would extend her help to Bourbon but he keeps on rejecting it saying he still can't fully trust her. 

She was lying on the couch while watching and changing the channels to her liking. Nothing caught her attention and so she ended up watching some local news in the background while Bourbon was in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" She asked, sitting up to watch him take out some ingredients from the fridge.

"I'm cooking for dinner, you haven't eaten anything yet am I right?" He said and glanced at her direction. 

"You're amazing, you really can do anything." Marsala jumped out of the couch and walked towards him, leaning on the counter to watch him.

"Uhm, aren't you being too close?" Bourbon said as she just stood across him.

"You consider this close?" Marsala teased and reached out to grab his collar, pulling him closer to her. "How about this?"

"Marsala-san," He sighed and pulled away. 

She snickered and let him cook in peace. "Alright, make sure you cook something delicious. I'm a picky eater."

Bourbon stifled his laugh, "A picky eater who only eats convenience store bought food and take outs. You don't even have proper kitchen tools." He continued.

"Arah, you've been snooping in my kitchen?" She crossed her arm in her chest and glared at him.

"It's because you don't even serve water to your guests, I have to get it myself." He complained. Bourbon turned around and got a glass of orange juice for Marsala. "Here."

"Don't you have-" She looked around the kitchen as she got the cup. 

"No, I don't have any wine or alcohol here." Bourbon answered knowing what she's looking for. "You're so good at killing, you're even doing it to yourself."

She just snickered and drank the juice in silence. Not knowing that Bourbon was guilty about what he said.

He glanced at her direction. She looked like she was lost in her thoughts. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.