Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

18} Retirement!?

Jenna walked in on Five blending up an unusually bright green concoction at the bar with a smile on his face.
"I thought you said you'd try to stop drinking?" Jenna crossed her arms and leaned her hip on the counter next to him.
He jumped back a bit, "Jeez! You scared me."
"Back to the point, bitch," She smirked.
"Well, now that there's no more apocalypse- probably -why not live a little? I won't get drunk, I promise, but I'm in the mood for a little margarita."
"Make me one while you're at it."
"No. No more alcohol for you."
"You are so hypocritical. Give me."

Jenna stole the blender and poured herself a glass, sticking a little umbrella in it to top it all off. She sat down next to him and took a sip, sighing at the delicious taste as it danced on her tongue. When she did drink, it was mostly straight vodka, so this was a huge switch up for her, and she wasn't mad about it.
"What happened to your face?" He reached out and brushed his fingers against her cheek where the cut was, "Shit, did I do that?"
"Yeah," She removed his hand and healed over the slice with a quick swipe of her fingers, "When you smashed the eyeball against the wall."
"I'm so sorry, I- I didn't mean to."
"It's fine, Five. Just a minor cut. At least you didn't launch me out a window."
"Yeah," Five sighed, "So, now what do we do?"
"Well, if we actually stopped the end of the world, how about we buy a house and have a restart at life?"
"So, does that mean you don't want a divorce anymore?"
"Piece it together yourself, Sherlock. What do you think?"
"I think you're still twisted up with your feelings, but love me too much to kick me to the curb. Sound about right, Delores?" He peered over his shoulder at the doll on the counter next to him.
"Shut the fuck up before I change my mind," She playfully shoved his shoulder.

They both just sat there laughing and sipping on their drinks until the sound of the doorbell caught their attention. They both stood up immediately to go answer it. As Five opened the door, they were met with Hazel pointing a gun at them.
"Hey, old-timers," Hazel greeted.
"Do you have my sister?" Five asked, skipping the small talk.
"And if not, would you like a margarita?" Jenna held her glass up and shook it around a bit.
Five walked away back to the bar and told Hazel, "Come on in."

They walked back to the bar with Hazel still pointing a gun at them.
"If you're here to kill us-" Five sat back down, gesturing to the gun in his hands.
"Oh, shit," Hazel bashfully tucked it away into his waistband, "Sorry. Old habits. Well, I can understand why you might feel that way, you know..."
"Well, you did attack our house, tried to kill my family..." Five started to list off.
"And kidnapped my favorite brother-in-law," Jenna added.
"Well," Hazel bit his lip, "There's not much I can do about the past. Don't forget, I'm not the only killer in this room. You two have your own bloody histories. Speaking of which, that job you guys did in Calhoun, that shit's legendary. Can't believe I'm sittin' here talkin' to you, after all-"

"Hazel, why are you here?" Five cut him off.
"Well, I'm, you know-"
Hazel's reply was cut short when Diego started kicking him in the back.
"Diego, stop it," Jenna groaned.
Diego's rage blurred all of his common sense as he ignored Jenna and continued to throw punch after punch at Hazel.
"You know," Five sighed, "Before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say."
"I'm gonna kill you for what you did to Patch," Diego threatened Hazel through gritted teeth.
"Let's just watch this unfold," Jenna leaned over and whispered to Five, taking a sip from her drink in the process, "Five bucks on Hazel."
"No deal. I wanted Hazel. My brother doesn't have a chance in hell."

Jenna leaned into Five's side and clutched his suit tight in her fist after Diego stabbed Hazel in the leg. As they continued to brawl it out, Diego did a backflip and smashed open Hazel's face as soon as he landed on his feet again. Everything looked to be going in Diego's favor with him jumping on Hazel's back, biting his ear. Five got out of his seat, annoyed, and spatial jumped behind Diego, smashing a glass vase over his head to stop him from killing Hazel. Diego fell off of Hazel and fell to the floor with a thud, completely unconscious.
"I draw the line at biting," Five griped, dusting off his hands from any broken vase pieces.
"Good call," Jenna gave him a thumbs up, "You don't seem to mind when I'm the one doing the biting, though."
"Oh, shut up. It was one time in Cuba. You can't hold that above me."
"Oh, I can," She nodded, "You're short now. I can hold a lot above you, buddy."
"All right," Hazel rubbed the back of his head, "I don't need to hear anymore fighting or about what you two do in your alone time."