In the night, the Lagoon Company took seats at a table in the Yellowflag Bar for a job well done. Although most of the crew settled on beer, Revy and Rock were having their rum on the rocks and having it hard.

"I'll tell you straight, I don't know what the fuck Mr. Chang sees in you," Revy said. Her words were a bit slurred but not the worst.

"Give him a break, Revy. It's his first day doing this kind of thing," Rock defended. His words also a bit slurred. "We've already been through this."

Trevor was understandably nervous. He was getting bad shit from a seriously trained killer. She can make him say goodbye to the world without hesitation. He'd want her to be a friend and definitely not an enemy but that's not exactly an easy thing to accomplish.

"Maybe you can train me or something?" asked Trevor. It took some courage for it to come out of his mouth. The beer may have helped.

"Well," Revy's disapproved look became one of potenital mischief. "How about you drink this up for a start?" Revy snatched her neat rum, triple or quadruple and extended her entire body across the table to place it in front of Trevor. She sits back down, in control of the lanky man in front of her. "Beer is nothing but piss. That stuff will never get you drunk. A real man takes rum. But if you don't even have the balls to --"

Revy cut herself off as she and the rest of the crew witnessed Trevor chugging the entirety of the liquor. Trevor finished with his empty glass up in the air as to show his accomplishment. Revy was stunned with shock. Rock and Benny didn't follow but instead felt a sense of deja vu. Dutch remained stoic, not wanting to get deeply involved.

"That went down pretty hard." Trevor struggled to get those words out. It's no secret that Julian always had this kind of drink but it was always mixed with cola, never on it's own.

Revy had to one up Mr. Chang's driver, now temporary Lagoon crew member, or else she wouldn't be able to forgive herself or manage to sleep tonight. "Hey, bartender! More Bacardi!"

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The next day, at the Black Lagoon office.

"Ah! I feel like my head's going to burst open," Revy said in groaning pain of empty rum bottles.

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She could remember her and Trevor going hard on the Bacardi. Trevor, although showed signs of struggle, managed to keep up. Revy had to see his end, but that may not have happened. Waking up in the office and on the couch, this was not exactly unusual, although someone was snoreing incredibly loudly next to her. She looks down to come face to face with a sleeping Trevor, at peace.

Revy kicks in the stomach, causing him to awaken from his deep, alcohol induced slumber.

"Ow! What the fuck?" cried the rudely awakened Trevor.

Revy looks at him with mild disgust. "Get up. I don't want to be seen by anyone that we slept like this."

"Goddamn... Did we, like, do something?"

“Huh? What's your point?"

"Did we do... anything... together?"

"If you're saying what I think you're saying, I'm going to knock your teeth in."

"Sorry, Revy. Where's my shirt?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

The door opens, revealing none other than Rock with a bag of groceries. "Morning, Revy--"

Rock notices the shirtless Trevor on the floor right next to the couch which Revy lied on. Revy's hangover vanished as soon as Rock's voice cut off. She sat up right instantly.

"It's not what you think!" Revy shouted. Her face burning up.

To Rock it was obvious nothing of the sort Revy was getting worked up on happened in the night. He decided to just act casually and not make it such a big deal.

"I got some food from the market. Even some for Trevor."

"Whoa. Thanks, man!" Trevor weakily but happily said. His arm up and hand held in a hook like waiting for some variation of a handshake, still on the floor. Rock just looked at him and walked past towards the desk.

"You two certainly drank a lot yesterday. I'm guessing you did this kind of thing a lot back in Canada, Trevor?"

"Often. Sometimes." Trevor puts his hand down to his chest. Got left hanging. He's used to it though.

Two knocks came from the door. Not unusual but it's always a mystery who it could be. Most of the closer clients tend to call by phone.

"I got it," Revy said as she got up, stepping over Trevor and to the door. It may have been rough to wake up but she's ready when she feels she should be. She opens the door wide for Rock to see but forgot about Trevor still on the floor shirtless.

Revy was face to face with two men she never talked to. She recognizes the Japanese man from Yellowflag who was supposed to be a new hotshot assassin in town drinking sake whenever he's at the bar. The other man wearing a tropical shirt and of Hispanic ethnicity was a new face.

"Good morning," the Japanese man said. "This must be the Black Lagoon company. My name is Jiro."

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BLACK LAGOON: REVY

Rebecca Lee or "Two Hands" has been by my side for a couple years now. Quick to use brute force and coercion to get her way. I'm glad to not be on the other side of her gun, although there were two times early on that I have been. Despite this, I have a lot of respect for her and she saved my life many times. We may have our differences but that doesn't stop us from having each other’s backs.