Danger Zone. ● Sterling Archer.

Training Day.

I adjusted my black, long dress, making sure that my breasts were secured underneath the leather before pulling my long, brown straightened hair over onto one side of my shoulder. I was at a gala event, along with Archer, Lana, Malory and Cyril. I wasn't big on these type of events, mainly because I hated getting all dolled up in dresses and heels. But, I had to be presentable at the British Embassy.

I had excused myself upstairs to the bathroom to secure my composure because Archer was already testing my patience. Even before we got here, he got shitfaced back at the hotel we were staying at, and of course, they had alcohol here as well, so it added on to his drunk-ness.

I finally calmed down and went back down the spiral staircase, allowing my black heels to collide with the wooden stairs. All around stood uppity people, chatting amongst themselves, but away in a small corner stood Malory, dressed in a light blue, sleeveless dress with white gloves and heels to match. Beside her stood Lana, hair up in a bun, dressed in a black turtleneck dress with no sleeves and a slit to reveal one of her legs, and black heels to match. The two also held Martini glasses.

They were talking to Lord Gustavus Feltchley, an English lord that I knew nothing about but apparently him and Malory were close. He was overweight, had gray slicked back hair with a thick mustache to match, had a monocle over his right eye and wore a red captain's jacket.

"Oh, my apologies, I wouldn't want to offend that boyfriend of yours." I heard Gustavus speak, and I could already assume after he continued to flirt with Malory, he was now trying to flirt with Lana.

"Oh, no offense taken, your lordship." Cyril spoke as he stood next to Lana, wearing a formal, black suit with a big, red bowtie.

"Glad to hear it." Gustavus tipped his Martini glass. "Whoever you are."

"Cyril Figgis." Cyril introduced himself as he extended out his hand towards Gustavus for a handshake. "ISIS comptroller."

"And also my-" Lana began.

"Boyfriend." Cyril added.

"Person, I'm dating." Lana corrected.

"No, he isn't." Gustavus assured, causing me to furrow my eyebrows as I stopped at the bottom of the staircase, and continued to listen.

"We date." Lana admitted.

"No, you don't." Gustavus assured, again. "No, no, no." I quirked up an eyebrow, getting the same confusion that those three were getting as well. "Your man's a rakish chap."

"Well.." Cyril cut in.

"Air of mystery, chiseled good looks." Then it hit me. He must've been referring to Archer, and Lana and Cyril was quick to catch on, too.

"Oh, I think maybe you mean my ex." Lana pointed out.

"Archer." Cyril spoke.

"Archer!" Gustavus exclaimed with a raised finger. "Exactly just!"

"Uh, that's-" Cyril began.

"And if memory serves, not only handsome, but also-"

"A secret agent!" I jumped slightly at, not only the sound of Archer's drunken voice, but also the sound of something shattering on the ground. I felt my patience began to be snatched away again as I turned around, and noticed Archer across the room, speaking to a very, large built woman. "That's what I am, and I shouldn't even be saying that but you have a certain thickness about you that I find very appealing."

I groaned in disgust as I walked over to him, grabbing onto his arm to pull him away. "Archer, come on, you're fucking embarrassing us." He snatched his arm away, almost tipping over as he looked at me.