She sat in the same spot for what seemed like hours. Trick continued to pour her drinks and tend to the bar. The other patrons continued to laugh, converse, and have fun. The never-ending whirlwind of the social establishment went on while she stayed in place. Her eyes focused on the smooth, tiny glass of whiskey that she spun slowly between her fingers while her mind focused on replaying the events of the previous day.
She helped the succubus. The woman she had tried to get arrested and thrown in jail for weeks, she helped. This was her chance - Bo had admitted that she thought she was feeding off of and killing the innocent. She was literally locked up for it just like the blonde detective had wanted, but she let her go anyway. Moreover, she freed her from her imprisonment herself and spent the day helping her find her human pet. Which sounds miserable, but thinking back on it she couldn't recall having a better day than that in a long time.
This was unlike her. When she had a mission, which is currently: bring in the unaligned succubus for attacking a dark fae, she got it done. She was the best. She never faultered or second guessed, and she absolutely never killed the victim to keep the suspect from being proven guilty. What was this woman doing to her?
"Hey blondie." Suddenly, Tamsin was pulled from her thoughts as a tiny hand fell on her shoulder. The human pet had plopped down on to the stool next to her with wide, ice blue eyes waiting for a welcoming response.
Tamsin cleared her throat and responded the most neutral and comfortable way she knew, "Kenzi."
The human smiled away anyway. She didn't know the blonde very well, but she knew enough that she wasn't the most welcoming and friendly person around.
"Listen," Kenzi started. "I didn't get a chance to thank you yet."
"For what?" The blonde responded as she went back to staring at the glass in her hands.
"For helping find me yesterday, and figuring out that that no-style psychopath wasn't me!" She explained a little baffled that Tamsin didn't know what she was referring to or had already forgotten. Her voice become more sincere though as she went on, "But really, I'm grateful, Tamsin."
"Don't be too grateful. I didn't do it for you," The detective mumbled as she brought her drink to her lips and let the remaining liquid slide down her throat.
Kenzi's features grew soft as she gave a sympathetic smile and placed her hand on the older woman's shoulder squeezing reassuringly. "I know," She stated before standing up and sauntering over to the other side of room.
Tamsin watched the little human walk away confused. What did she mean by those two little words? Even the detective herself was still unsure why she helped the way she did. She shook her head hoping she could shake the thoughts that have been consuming her out of her mind. Raising her empty glass to Trick to indicate another round she opened some case files from work as an easy distraction for the rest of the night.
A couple of hours had passed before she knew it. Finally prying her eyes away from the paper work she decided it was probably time to head out of this place. Packing her folders into an over-the-shoulder bag she had brought in with her and downing the last drop from her drink she turned and headed towards the door. She was only a few paces shy of the exit when she heard her name being called.
"Oh, Tamsin! Tamsin! Hey Tamsin!"
"What the hell?" She sighed.
Who would be calling her name out like an over eager, excited child? She turned towards the direction of the voice to find the culprit and saw, "Bo?"
The brunette looked gorgeous. Her hair was half pulled up with waves flowing down over her shoulders. She had on black leather pants that showed off the exact shape of her legs along with a black tank top that fit her perfectly. A goofy smile was plastered on her face as she very quickly made long strides to catch up to the blonde. She grabbed both the detective's wrists gently and pulled her towards her.
"You're not leaving are you?" Bo looked up to the taller blonde with pleading eyes.
Tamsin looked down at her arms in the succubus's grasp. She tried to pull them back to herself, but Bo hung on letting her hands follow along with the valkyrie's movements.
"I was walking towards the exit. That usually means you're about to leave," She responded turning her head and trying not to make eye contact.
Bo stuck her lip out in a pout as she let her hands slip from the detective's wrists to her fingertips. The corners of her lips suddenly turned up into a smile though as she thought she came up with a brilliant idea.
"But I was gonna buy you a drink. If you stayed, that is." She knew she sounded desperate, but she also knew alcohol was a weakness when it came to the stunning blonde before her.
Tamsin felt the brunette hanging on to her finger tips. She thought she should pull away, but for whatever reason she couldn't bring her self to do it. Bo's hands were just so soft and left behind a tingling feeling with every touch that traveled all the way up her arms. She finally turned her head to meet the younger fae's chocolate orbs but eyed her suspiciously.
"Since when do you want to spend time with me?" The valkyrie asked wondering why Bo all of a sudden had interest in her.
Bo's grin grew even wider. "I owe you is all. For everything you did for me yesterday."
"I thought we were even?" Tamsin retorted thinking back on how Bo took out the underfae that was about to take her down right when they had found Kenzi.
"Not even close, valkyrie." Bo involuntarily squeezed her hands even tighter. "You believed me about Kenzi, freed from that cell, super charged me with that amazing chi of yours, and helped me track down my best friend and save her. I'm not sure we'll ever be ever even."
Tamsin tilted her head continuing to watch the woman in front of her suspiciously until something finally clicked. The way she was being extra touchy-feely, how she was being so talkative in a positive way instead of their usual arguments, and that hint of alcohol coming off her breath in every word she said.
"Are you drunk?" The blonde asked with a smirk.
Bo began to chuckle.
"Does it matter?" She asked through her inebriated giggles.
"It doesn't," Tamsin responded. "But it makes this a little more tolerable," She explained while raising their connected hands.
"What?" The brunette asked while biting her lip. "Afraid of a little physical interaction, detective?"
"Not at all. However, with a murdering sex demon...That's a little different." Tamsin responded with a scrunch of her nose before her features actually softened to a more sympathetic expression. "And also, I've seen you drink, but never get on the verge of wasted. So what's bothering you?"
She was unsure why she even asked. Why did she even care? Normally, Tamsin would have walked out leaving the succubus to continue to drink herself into oblivion without a care in the world. But somehow she could tell something wasn't right and before she knew it she was asking what it was in a comforting way. The words had already slipped out, so she couldn't take it back now.
Bo's adorable smile fell and her eyes seemed to gloss over for a moment before she finally pried them away from the older fae for the first time since she had called her name out earlier.
"Nothing's wrong. I just decided to have a good time tonight," She explained dryly.
"Wow. Not only are you terrible at reading people, you're also a horrible liar." This time Tamsin squeezed the younger woman's fingers as she went on, "You got your best friend back, and she's perfectly fine. Back to normal as far as I can tell, so what could possibly be bothering you now?"
There she goes again. Pressing a question she would normally not give a shit about. Seriously, what was this woman doing to her? Somehow in the past twenty-four hours they had grown to this; Making Tamsin actually care what was going on with her.
Bo pulled her hands away from the other fae's firm grasp. She let her arms fall to her sides in fists that were shaking in fury. She continued to keep her gaze to the side looking at nothing in particular as she answered, "You were the only one."
Tamsin's hands stayed in place as if she could hang on to the feeling Bo's fingers left lingering there forever.
"The only what?" She asked confused.
"The only one who believed me!" Bo shot back finally regaining eye contact. "My own grandfather and girlfriend locked me up while my enemy fought by my side."
"Bo, I knew about Inari before this, they-" The brunette cut her off before she could finish her explanation.
"Don't you dare defend them, Tamsin." She said sternly. "They were my family. Circumstances or not, they should have had my back." Then her voice grew softer with sadness as she asked, "How can I forgive them when I felt closer to someone who hates me than the people who supposedly love me the most?"
"Bo, I...I don't," Tamsin stumbled over the words. She was attempting to tell the succubus that she doesn't hate her, but she couldn't get the short, simple phrase out. Expressing feelings wasn't a strong suit for her. And what were her feelings for this woman anyway? She knew it wasn't hate. It was definitely something strong, but she wasn't quite sure exactly what it was yet.
Bo apparently didn't notice Tamsin's awkward stuttering. She went on blurting out, "I broke up with Lauren."
The valkyrie's eyes went wide for a moment letting this information set it. So this is the real reason behind the drinking.
"Come on," The blonde said with an encouraging smile as she grabbed Bo's hand.
"Where are we going?" Bo asked as she was dragged out of the bar.
"We're gonna need more booze, and a place to crash once we're too drunk to stand up."