Paradise by the Dashboard Light

“But have we though? There’s no telling what will happen once the alcohol hits us,” Rhiannon pointed out, taking a seat on the sofa. “Hm, I’ll accept that reasoning. A toast to our friendship, how about that? You know how much you mean to me. I…probably wouldn’t be here if you weren’t by my side all these years.” 

“Alright, fair enough. However I’m tired of drinking alone.” He mused, sliding into the spot beside her. “That’s good to know. I can say the same for you. You’ve made every official outing much less stuffy.” He stated, holding a glass high. “So, anything new in your life?”

“This is a bad idea. You know champagne goes to my head the quickest,” Rhiannon said, giving Gus a look before a laugh escaped her lips. “What are we celebrating? Or have you brought this just because?”

“We’ve both matured, how on earth could this be a bad idea?” He said with a laugh. “Celebrating of course. Celebrating we get to spend this time with one another in such a beautiful place. That and just because is boring.”

“So,” she started out, slowly slipping into the seat next to the other. A small smile had her peach pink lips curved. “I heard a small — the tiniest — rumour about this place. Is it really true that you can’t go three days without seeing lovers’ quarrel? I heard someone even got slapped? It sounds very…” Intense? Rough? “…brutal.”

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“I don’t know how you’ve done it for so long” she commented sitting down on the table in front of Gus “I’ve been here on and off for a couple of months, and I’m already exhausted. All this is exhausting.” Political work was mostly done by herself, she could chose when she was a public persona. Here she had to be the Noori Nazareth 24/7.

“Is your face always like that?”

“Likely Michael. He’s good at this situational type of stuff.”

“I was young and trying to be cool so… I pretended to not be me and realized I’d left my wallet long after we’d finished dinner. It was embarrassing pulling out the “my daddy will pay for this later,” thing.”

“The summer of 2017.”

“Thank you, Gus. It was a last minute look, so I’m surprised it managed to come together,” Rhiannon said, a smile spreading across her facial features. “And you look rather sharp yourself.” Quirking a brow at him, she took the glass that was offered to her. “Alright, no need to twist my arm or anything,” she laughed before taking a sip. 

“Last minute? Then I really need to get fashion tips from you.” He said with a laugh. “This, this was not a last minute look. I had a stylist put it all together. And good, glad to know you’re still the Rhi I remember.”