Not too long after this got posted:

S.T. was in a very familiar bar with Dark. A tall, imposing man with an athletic build wearing a black hooded trenchcoat. He glares at S.T.

Dark: This is it, you can't worm your way out of this one. We're going shot for shot.

He puts a huge bottle of whisky down while Divide places 20 shot glasses down for each of them. Each one takes a shot. Talking between them.

S.T.: I keep telling you, as much as she wants to, there's nothing between me and her. Quit being so overprotective.

Dark: Hey, all she ever does is talk about you. It gets on my nerves. By the way I've done 10 while you're on 9. You've gone lightweight?

S.T.: Nope, just fresh from recovering from a bar fight.

S.T. doubles with two shots. Then drinks down another. Meanwhile at CIEIR HQ.

Light: How long is he gonna distract them for?

Harmony: Long enough for each kid to get the next shot. Our guys have them and have periodically administered them one at a time. They're going by the drinking game.

Light: God help us if S.T. gets mad drunk.

Meanwhile back at the bar, the bottle is empty and they're down to a shot a piece.

S.T.: WHerazxidaa (Subtitile: How come you are so genocidal?)

Dark: Swinmdfpeqoui (Subtitle: I just think humanity is a disease.)

Dark passes out. S.T. finishes both shots.

Divide: I'll take him home, here's the money we owe on the bet.

An hour later S.T. is on the sofa with Light Harmony playing hangover nurses.

Harmony: How much can you hold, you looked like you would die.

S.T.: Did they all get their second dose?

Light: Yes, our undercover man did it.

S.T.: Good. I can't wait for this truce to be over. We got them.

Light Harmony: Agreed.