#alotofpockets

The mission was yet another success. Sure, it had its mistakes and slip-ups, but it ended well and that’s what matters. As a bonus too, you and Yelena would get to do your usual ritual after the missions which was to get almost black-out drunk then go back to hers and play cards. It started when Yelena noticed you in the Bar after a mission for celebratory drinks and decided to walk over and join you. But, that was also where her feelings for you began. She saw you with your guard down. You laughed, giggled, listened to her and chatted about everything. She didn’t know what to do about her feelings because she wasn’t sure if they were reciprocated or not but what she did know is that whenever she met up with you, she got this feeling in her chest and it was the best feeling she’d ever known.

You had been to this bar more times than you could count, whether it was birthdays, meeting up with friends, just for somewhere to go at night or, in this case, for the after-mission drinks with Lena. The bar appeared slightly vacant but the atmosphere was always warm. As you walked in, Yelena gave you a little wave from the bar, beckoning you over.

“Hey Lena, how’re you feeling after that then?” You ask.

“Jeez, well, I’m sore to start with. I swear I’m gonna wake up tomorrow covered in bruises from that.” Yelena laughed.

“You just gotta think, it’s better than being covered in gashes, right?”

“Yeah… you do make a fair point.”

“So! What’re you feeling?”

“Ah, uhh,” She straightened up so she could read the sign above her head, “I’ll have an IPA. What about you?”

“Ooh, you already know what I want.”

Yelena rolled her eyes in amusement. She called the barman over and ordered one IPA and one Whiskey Sour. You chatted a bit before your drinks came.

“Will you ever choose a different drink?” Yelena said.

“No! It’s what I do here. I’m hoping to one day say, ‘I’ll have the usual, please’” You ended the sentence in a terrible ‘deep man’ voice. Yelena laughed at the fact that you only got 1 kind of drink just so you could say that. You always found a way to make her smile, whether it was you doing something so stupid it was hilarious or you cracking a joke or even just the situations you managed to get yourself in.

You both sat together and chatted, drank and drank some more until it started to get a bit too dark and you decided to take the bus home. Once you got back to hers you felt as if you were going to nod off right then and there. The drinks had clearly gone to your head as you were moving like a ragdoll. Yelena had to almost carry you up the stairs to her apartment.

On top

You flopped onto the sofa and closed your eyes.

“Come on now Y/n, don’t go falling asleep on me over here,” Yelena said, slurring her words slightly.

“No… no, I’m not. I’m just… resting my eyes?” you replied.

“You’ve tried to pull that one on me before, it didn’t work then, it’s not gonna work now.”

“Mmph” you grunted as she lifted your legs, sat down and lay them on top of hers. Your eyes remained shut.

“Fine. But you aren’t allowed to shout at me when I wake you up in 15 minutes.” she said shrugging.

Yelena began to watch some tv and before she knew it, it had been an hour and a half. She shook you awake.

“Oh my god, y/n! It’s been way over 15 minutes!” she said, panicked. She suddenly felt completely sober as if she’d had her head dunked in ice-cold water.

“Wha-What? Oh, shit!” you almost shouted while jumping up, “I need to drive home!”

“Are you kidding me? You’re not driving home like this.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have a car. Oh, it’ll be fine on the bus.”

“No way. There’s only creeps and weirdos going on there at this time of night.”

You raised your eyebrow at her accusingly.

“Well obviously I didn’t mean you know, did I? But it’s not safe at this time. It’s already dark, you should really stay.” Yelena almost whispered the last sentence. You looked her in the eye and sighed.

“Maybe you’re right.”

You took the sofa and got out a pillow and duvet.