Secret Agents

Chapter 2

A/N: Hello lovelies! This part has been written by @septiplier-nsfw on Tumblr and I am here to do a collab with the amazing D.J who wrote the * Phenomenal* first chapter! I'm honoured to have this opportunity to write with a great as an author as them! Well let us continue...

As the two open the doors to the bar, they were greeted with the sound of up beat music and the smell of alcoholic beverages. The bar itself was quite large with Dim lights and, almost seizures causing, strobe lights. The decor was much classier than most bars with a warm vibe; the only difference was it was filled with lots of men, handsome men for that matter.

Felix leads the way, pushing aside people dancing, trying to get to the bar to find Mark. Jack follows close behind getting shoved every which way. He bumps into a handsome man a little taller then himself with brown hair and cute little stubble.

"Oh sorry there." The man says in a noticeable Irish accent.

Jack simply nods and smiles at the man and quickly finds Felix and Mark at the bar.
Mark flirting, as always, with the bar tender noticeably by the smirk on his face and Felix looks like he's keeping an eye out for someone in the crowd. Jack sits in between the two and the bar tender walks away to get Mark a drink leaving behind a piece of paper; a phone number Jack guesses.

"Flirting up a storm are we?" Jack says to Mark as he motions to another waiter for a shot of vodka.

"Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game." Mark says teasing Jack.

"It's just... Whatever." Jack stops himself.

"Awe, Is our little jackie jealous that I've gotten that guys number. You can have it if you want. There's plenty other guys out there." Mark says.

"You know what... Fuck you." Jack takes a shot before standing up, and heads deeper into the club.

"What's wrong with him??" Mark asked Felix before taking another swig at the cocktail in his hand.

"Let em' be, I'm waiting for someone. If you want, go look for him. He's a freeman now; who knows what he might do." Says Felix still keeping an eye out.

"Sheesh, fine fine." Mark answers heading into the dance floor himself.

Jack gets lost in the crowd and tries to find the bathroom. He feels a tap on his shoulder before getting away from the dance floor. It was the cute, Irish man from earlier.

"Um...hey you seem a little lost. Can I help you?" The man asks
"Oh ye, I'm just looking to get a drink or two but who isn't." Jack jokes.
"Oh a fellow Irish man I see, can I offer to get you some? The man asks.

But Before Jack knew it he's handed a drink and is pulled towards the dance floor. The man offers him to dance and he obliges. From across the club Felix was greeted By a familiar face sitting next to him at the bar counter.

"How's it going...Felix." A man with a British accent asks

"Pj... What did you want. Me and my boys were busy. What's so important that we had to meet today of all days."  Felix says in a very low tone trying not to be heard.

"They are still asking about her. It's been months." Pj states.

"I know alright, I know. Just help a bro out ok. You know why I couldn't do it and I still can't."

"Felix that's not our biggest problem, boss is on our asses and we heard that the Feds are too. We have bigger problems."  Says PJ.
"The girl on the other hand.." But PJ gets cut but Felix.
"I know, I have a plan. Just contact me later we need to get goin." Felix cuts him off before standing up.
"I trust you, I'm just looking out for you. How's the boys getting along anyways?" PJ flips the topic to ease the tension.
" I have no idea what they're up to but as long as there asses are out of trouble and I get what I want, I won't have a problem with them." Says Felix.

Now Mark is looking for Jack; all the way from the bathroom and now he's scouring the dance floor. He spots a green haired man and tries to quickly make his way there. As he approaches Jack he sees him dancing with another man having the time of his life.

"Jack let's go, I've been looking for you everywhere." Mark demands grabbing jacks arm.

Jack quickly yanks his arm free.
"Your not my boyfriend." Sean slurs.

"Yes I am... I mean, I know." Mark restrains himself from saying but just grabs Jack's arm again.

"Dude not cool! Let go of him." The man Sean was dancing with steps in.

"Who is this dude anyways?? Jack let's go." Mark says firmly.
" I know who you are Mark. The Grumps mentioned you before." The man says.
"Fuck off! Jack let's go." Mark shoves the guy and pulls Jack; but before he knew it Mark gets knocked out and things start to get blurry.

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"Mark... Mark!! Wake up!"

Mark wakes up outside sitting on a bench in the lamppost illuminated street. As he gains his senses he sees Jack's sitting next to him holding an ice pack.

"You fucking idiot, I'm out of jail and you go around trying to pick a fight with everyone."

"It was his fault, he was up all over you." Mark tries to reason.

"Why the Fock would you care? Everyone is always all over you?" Jack remarks.

"I missed you idiot! Seeing you with that guy pissed me off..." Mark says almost like a child.

"YOU LEFT ME? You left me to the Feds?!" Jack says angrily standing up from the bench.

"What did you want me to do??? GET CAUGHT TOO? I'm sorry Jack." Mark tries to explain.

"Jack I..." Mark tries to say something but is interrupted by Felix running through the bar doors of the Moby dick.

"Guys we need to get a move on, now."