"Nah, got my…" Andrew hesitated. If Ashley came over and started being affectionate with him, it might make the fish monster start questioning things. Then again, if he lied and Ashley realized, she'd immediately make sure Megafin understood the full situation. "…sister with me. She's off on the dance floor."
"Oh, really?" Megafin seemed a bit surprised by the situation.
"Huh. Mine's Ashley, how about you?" Andrew continued, taking another shot.
"A little group called the Shadow Hunters, we're part of a group called Deadlight." Megafin specified. "Killian in particular is dressed in a leather pirate getup, for example."
"Huh, sounds like the opposite of my Ashley. Tiny, black hair, was an adult virgin." Andrew smirked about that, remembering when he took care of that issue.
"Sounds cute. Honestly can't remember if Killian's still a virgin at this point. Been a while for sure. Pretty sure the body count is almost as high as mine." Megafin smiled a bit at his joke. He figured Andrew would not pick up on the meaning of his words. Andrew took another shot.
"Yeah, well, we're working on getting her up to mine. Figured tonight was good. Find some dumbass, take him home, done." Andrew ironically had instead only picked up on the double meaning of her words and not the meaning she was intending. It was only after the words were out of his mouth that he realized what he'd just said. He could try correcting now, but that would sound either like an incredibly flimsy excuse or else almost as incestuous as they actually were.
"Alright, so, you're talking about murder, right?" Megafin stunned him with his words. He was way too casual about this. For some reason, this was when he ended up noticing the tattoo on his neck. That being a upside down shark fang, with the one on his hand being the Deadlight symbol, it took him a moment to read it.
"What the?" He mumbled to himself. Megafin noticed him staring and thinking about it.
"Oh, yeah, this shark tooth? You mighta heard about the Black Fins. A strange project on the Dark Trench, a part of the Arctic with anomalous effects on the sealife, paid by the Usher family to study the critters there and see if they could be used for pharmaceuticals, and I had to sabotage and kill to get to the top. It was rendered defunct after Fortunato went under, though, and I was left to die." Megafin rubbed the back of his hand, thinking about the past. He missed the comfort of the arctic, but being alive was what mattered.
"I'm sorry, what?" Andrew finished his last shot, feeling incredibly confused. Sure, being in a cutthroat environment explained why he was so casual about killing. That made sense, sure. But then he was left to die… because that company went under? He didn't mishear him? "You weren't always a fish monster?"
"Oh yeah." Megafin paused for a moment before realizing something needed to be clarified. "I fell into the trench, and was stuck there for a few years, when I got out, I killed the first person I saw to get a disguise, hitchhiked across Europe, and joined up with Deadlight." Megafin took another of his shots.
"Why?" Andrew asked. This was hurting his head.
"Simply put, there's a whole omniverse out there, ripe for the picking, lemme explain. They say when life hands you lemons…make lemonade. But to me, you gotta roll out a multi-media campaign to convince people lemons are incredibly scarce, which only works if you stockpile lemons, control the supply, and then...media blitz. Lemon is the only way to say that you love someone, the must-have accessory for engagements or anniversaries. Roses are out, lemons are in. Billboards that say she won't fuck you unless you got lemons, cut De Beers in on it. Limited edition lemon bracelets, yellow diamonds called lemon drops, get Apple to call their new operating system OS-Lemón, with a little accent over the "o", charge 40% extra for organic lemons, 50% for conflict-free lemons, next, pack the Capitol with lemon lobbyists, get a Kardashian to suck a lemon wedge in a leaked sex tape. Timothée Chalamet wears lemon shoes at Cannes. Get a hashtag campaign. Something isn't "cool" or "tight" or "awesome", no, no, no, it's now "lemon". Billie Eilish names her newest album 'Lemon', get Dr. Oz to recommend four lemons a day and a lemon suppository supplement to get rid of toxins, nothing's scarier than toxins. Finally, you patent the seeds, write a line of genetic code that makes lemons look more like tits, get a gene patent for the tit-lemon DNA sequence, you cross-pollinate, get those seeds circulating in the wild, and then, you make some fucking lemonade." Megafin explained. "Basically, Deadlight gave me the keys to take power, and I decided to seize it."
"Huh. Okay. Damn." Andrew was at a bit of a loss for words. What's with this guy?
"So, I'm guessing you're who we've been looking for?" Andrew began to look around for exits. "Calm down. We're not hostile." Megafin leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Pretty sure we've killed more people than you two anyways." Andrew's heart went still for a moment before reason returned to him.
"Oh-oh-oh-okay. So you haven't been hired by a giant megacorp to assassinate us for escaping their organ harvesting scheme?" Andrew figured asking outright would be the best plan. Megafin had been pretty forthcoming so far, if she had been she'd probably just tell him. Clearly he was outclassed. The fishman then laughed.
"Hell no, I wouldn't take the job even if they offered, because you seem fun. So, escaped organ trafficking and you became a serial killer?" Megafin summed it up pretty well, although he didn't know about the most important detail.
"Yeah, that's what happened." Andrew sighed, flagging down the bartender and asking for a reup. She was less busy this time and just poured them then and there in his old glasses. Andrew drank another shot, and Megafin did so too.
"And nobody ever finds the bodies, so… eating them?" He chuckled. If either of them were good chefs, they probably had some pretty delicious meals.