B E L A

“Yes, but not further.”

“Boo, that’s no fun.” Bela hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed a night out until she’d gotten to the bar.

He smiled at her words. He knew that feeling creeping up in his stomach was something he was afraid of exploring. “I promise I’ll chip in as soon as I can.”

Bela just shook her head. “You don’t need to worry about that, I’m just happy to have you here...” She felt much better now that she knew he’d be home after work and not in danger.

His lip still stung a little but she didn’t seem to mind the bruise too much as she kissed him back. He didn’t really realise he didn’t have to go back on the street after work tomorrow. He could shower, he had food. A bed. With her.

Bela’s mind had completely slipped from the fact that he was hurt, which was probably better because she would’ve fussed over it. She kissed him a little bit longer before finally pulling back. “Welcome to your new home.” She mumbled.

“It happens.”

“My next one will be better.”

“Sambuca usually does me in.”

“That’s the stuff that tastes like liquorice?”

“What exactly was that?” 

“I have no idea, I asked the bartender to surprise me.”

“Makes two of us.” 

“Good- I’m very glad.”

“Woman after my own heart.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started.”

“I feel tipsy already.”

“Good, that’s how we should feel.”

“It’s probably a good thing I didn’t try it…” 

“I almost wish I hadn’t.”

“Well then why did you do that one?” 

“Fun of it?”

“So gross.”

“Yeah- That was one not my smartest choice.”

“Damn, that was good.”

“Right? The bartender really picked a good one.”

“Ah, Tequila shots are the best.”

“They really are.”

“Oh my God, what is that?”

“Vodka and Peach Schnapps, which didn’t mix as well as I thought they would.”

“Tequila is good, I like Tequila.”

“Isn’t it!”

Adriana threw back the shot and made a face. “God… what is that?”

“I have no clue, someone bought it for us.”