A Dangerous Habit (SPY)

There were two spies in a room, both set on killing each other. In their left hands were knives poised high over their heads while in their right hand they each held the scruff of the other’s shirt. Then, a beautiful masked woman came in. She pushed down their violent hands and beckoned them to the bar wear she poured two martinis with some interesting substances. The two spies clinked glasses, the mixtures spilt into each other and they both exploded into oblivion.