Black Lagoon: The Grim Gunman (Male OC Story and Male OC X Revy!)

Epilogue

2:07 PM, November 25th, 1994

In his apartment, Tony was settling down in bed with his partner. He and Revy were enjoying each other's company, drinking some rum and coke. They were in their underwear, although Revy was topless, revealing her plump breasts. She laid beside her man, stroking her hand onto Tony's chest and softly rubbing his healing liver wound. Tony smoked his fifth cigarette as he stroked down Revy's untied burgundy-coloured hair.

Revy: So, how's the wound feelin' now, Hotshot? Still getting better?

Tony: Uh-huh. Still stings a little, but I should able to go about in my own in a few days time.

Revy: Mmm, glad to hear it. [sips her rum] Anyway, you mentioned about seeing Balalaika about what happened?

Tony: Yeah... When she gets back after her trip to Bangkok. Lucky bitch..!

Revy: Hey, hey. Don't get yourself too worked up, T. Who knows? Maybe you'll ruin the stitching.

Tony scoffed before he drank more of his glass of rum. During the Mannequin Factory gig, Balalaika left Roanapur to have a deal meeting with an associate at Bangkok. The Lagoon Company were aware of Balalaika's intention with her personal "clients", Tony and Sombra. However, Dutch decided to not cut off the association, mostly out of doubt, since Balalaika had treated the Lagoon Company with respect for over a year.

Revy: You dunno how lucky we are, Tony. Surviving that kinda encounter against that assassin bitch was close to fuckin' impossible. If she didn't remove that bulletproof vest or that mask, then we'd all be dead.

Tony: Maybe... [exhales smoke] So, what'd you think of Balalaika? You've helped her out for quite a while. I'm sure she wouldn't stab ya in the back over the big business.

Revy: Hmm... (He might be right. Big Sis has been a little more than just an associate. She's a pal, as long as we're on the same page. I don't want our friendship to be ruined by that gas mask-wearing cunt.)

Tony: [concerned] Revy? Is Balalaika even a friend, a big sister figure that you've known for quite some time?

Revy: Well... even though we're on friendly terms, we still gotta do some favours for her. She's a businesswoman, after all. Sometimes, we have to put friendship aside and focus on the trafficking deals. Gotta stay professional, you get what I mean?

Tony: Yeah, I get it. And back there, you risked your arse saving me by shooting Violet. Twice.

Revy: Oh right, I did save your fuckin' life more than once. Ya know, I'm not sure who saved each other the most, you or me?

Tony: Pfft, I dunno. Maths ain't exactly my strong suit.

Revy: [scoffs] That only goes to Rock.

The two shared a laugh, realising that they know for a fact that they aren't exactly the most educated people in the room, but at least know how to survive out there on the streets.

Revy sat up and drank what was left of her rum. As she gulped down, Tony stared at her tits, looking tender enough to be fondled or sucked on. He placed down his glass and spat out his cigarette onto an ashtray on the bedside table before he quickly went to suck on one of Revy's breasts.

When this happened, Revy lost her balance and fell back on the mattress as she nearly choked on her drink. She felt her partner's tongue circling around her nip while her other breast was getting touched by Tony's right hand, softly squeezing it.

Revy: Whoa..! Take it easy there, hotshot! (Mmm, this is actually making me feel good...)

She then dropped her shot glass on the bedroom floor and wrapped her hands around Tony's back. She felt all those small scars and scratches on his skin. Tony sucked into one of Revy's breasts harder, prompting her to squeal out.