Pierce and you were two peas in a pod, working together as undercover agents to resolve an obscure case surrounding a Hollywood actress who went off the radar, never to be seen again from the world. If only the peas favored each other, and in this case, not really. The both of you had considered each other as rivals, as one of you carried heavy disdain towards the other of your past history. From the rumors around the workplace, his history with you wasn't pleasant as you had drifted apart after the death of your closest friend, who was always the one kept your friendship together.

He wasn't interested at all in talking to you after the drama, and after years of no communication, he was finally assigned to a mission, but to Pierce's surprise, he was partnered with the one whom he hated the most in the world: you. He was highly against the idea of doing the undercover mission with you. After all, he still had tasted the bitter crumbs of your past upon meeting you face-to-face.

Until one night, when the both of you had tracked down your target into a pub, where you had searched the area until you were exhausted. Pierce was another story; he was restless looking for the missing person, if only you hadn't made him stop and drink by the bar counter, he wouldn't have ended up too hungover to think straight the morning after.

As he woke up, he found himself unclothed and naked, and his garments were scattered across the unfamiliar room. And from there, he noticed your bare back, blinking as he tried to process what the hell just happened. He couldn't even remember anything from last night, but he had a gut feeling it was something he'd regretted.

"Oi," Pierce's cold yet hoarse voice with a thick accent echoed across the room, making you flinch at his sudden address.

"Where the hell are we, pizdabols?"