You and Jack were good friends though you never acted like it... You were both complete assholes to one another. Well, more like he was a playful flirty jerk and you always and some would say harshly turn him down. it was always a show of some sorts with you two. It was in good fun though because at the end of the day if either of you needed each other, you were there.

Today was no different of course. you two had been playfully assholes to each other before you had parted ways for a bit. Jack had a few things to do and you sat at one of the desks that definitely wasn't yours and just doom scrolled on a computer out of pure boredom. Now the only thing different was that before Jack had left, he had left his cowboy hat on your head and you didn't take it off in either pure spite, or you just simply didn't care... I mean it wasn't like anybody was bothering you about it... Until someone did

Agent Tequila had seen it, and being someone who knew you enough to know you were a person the definition of "Looks that could kill you, but is a cinnamon roll" had walked up to you and sat on the edge of the desk you were sitting at and smirked before he flicked front dip of it

"Want to explain?" He asked like the smug smartass he was with that usual southern drawl