On a night like this
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Her tongue traced the last drop of whiskey on her lips, rejoicing in the strong kick of the spirit and the chilling air of the night. She was so engaged with the environment that she almost felt like the breeze hovering over the elegant apartment. Everyone would think she couldn't be further from that place right then, but she could not give a damn about what anyone thought. The only matter she wanted to focus on at that moment was getting a refill. She had always been more of a rum girl but whiskey and beer was everything they had, and beer was definitely too soft for the occasion.
What was the occasion? She didn't really know, and she was trying as hard as possible to be gone in the midst of the night to allow her mind to wander in such a thorny issue. Feeling how her determination was provoked by some brain worms, she withdrew from the balcony that had allowed her to lurk over the mesmerizing city light and went to look for a second glass of whiskey.
Her right hand was slowly shaking the inexistent ice cubes, while she made her way to the kitchen counter. She didn't even know where she was. The only thing she knew was that Connie had invited to drink out with his friends and now there was no sign of him. To be fair, the people there didn't seem that bad. Most of them were talking very excitedly about all sorts of issues while laughing with friends. If only she were in the mood for that... She would make sure to make Connie pay for inviting her to a party and not showing up. If the balcony and the whiskey weren't so fine, she would have left hours ago.
The kitchen was spacious and fairly tidy for a party night. Again, she couldn't really get herself to pick the details surrounding her, which might be why when she approached the kitchen, she didn't see anyone else there. She placed her glass on the counter and after checking the fridge for ice, she realized the whiskey bottles had all disappeared between her last drink and the one to be.
-Oh, I'm sorry! Were you looking for this?-A blonde girl who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere looked at her with a troubled face. If only she could actually focus on what the girl was saying...
-Excuse me?-She was amazing at pretending, she had always been
-Are you drinking whiskey?- The girl asked again in a shy tone with the bottle in her hand. She felt like she could marry her, but maybe she was just too drunk.
-Of course, I am, but it's ok, maybe I've had enough.-She found herself being kinder than usual. The night was surely rubbing on her, she thought.
The woman in front of her was some inches shorter than her and looked like she had never lifted a bag of potatoes, yet there she was, pouring whiskey on two trays filled with glasses. How was she even planning on taking that to the living without getting damped? She didn't know, but before she could mock the blonde for her eagerness, she found herself grabbing one of the trays without muttering a word.
The girl smiled and guided her to the couch where her friends were sitting, but before she could even thank her for helping her with the drinks, the brunette had vanished. She didn't mean to be rude, she just didn't care. It had been one of those days where she would have preferred to be devoured by a giant monster, but there she was, alive and clinging to the rare satisfaction of a peaceful evening. Little did she know, the quiet was meant to go with his whiskey.
Less than ten minutes after placing the drinks in a coffee table surrounded by randoes, the sweet voice of the blonde infiltrated the chill air around her.
-Hi, my name is Christa.-She glanced at her one more time confirming her idea of wanting to marry her, and before she had the chance to reply, the girl offered her a glass full of her amber healer.
-I'm Ymir.-With a long sip, the tall girl smiled at her savior.
Funny thing, the girl wasn't even looking at her, she was lost in the landscape just as she had been a moment ago, and then it hit her. The bottle she had used to pour the drinks had been the last one...
-Do you want some?-Not that she was a generous person, but she was dead sure the lights looked better through the filter of the wooden taste of alcohol.
The girl finally looked back at her and took the glass again. They spent long minutes like that, just watching the glory of urban life while taking turns emptying the cup without saying much.
Ymir discovered that Christa liked singing, and that she was trying to become an idol despite her lack of sponsorship. Christa found out that Ymir wanted to travel the world but was currently tied to a desk. Ymir now knew that Christa didn't like parties but needed to attend many to achieve her dreams, Christa now knew that Ymir didn't actually like whiskey but she couldn't refuse a free drink on a hard day...
Ymir wanted to tell her everything, about the problems sucking her life, about her wish of becoming a cloud to disappear scattered in the sky, about how she loved chilly nights and the way her eyes looked at her with utter interest for every little thing she was saying
Lost in her thoughts, she took the glass to her lips and stopped for a second before taking the last sip in the glass. It felt like an eternity for an unknown reason, and the next thing she knew, the glass had been replaced by the lips of Christa. It didn't last long, but it took a bit of her drink and all of her peace with it.
-It was my turn.-She said with a small life
If her face was hot before, now it was absolute fire, and she knew she needed more. She looked at the girl who was gazing at the sky so casually, and when she turned to her one more time, Ymir found the same thunder that had consumed her bones in an instant, she decided she didn't want any distance between their lips, and taking a step closer to the blonde…
-Hey, ugly! Sorry for the delay, Jean had to pick Marco from the airport. What 's up?
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"Did you get home safe?" -Ymir's phone vibrated from the floor where she had abandoned her pants after closing the door of her apartment.
"Well, someone stole a kiss from me, but I guess I'll be okay"
Christa smiled looking at her phone screen, she wasn't usually that bold, but there was something about the other woman that made her feel fearless and daring. She didn't know how far that sensation would take her, but she guessed that would be another story.