'He's gorgeous' Alex thought to herself. He was a bit black and blue, but he was gorgeous. That smile. Those eyes. But Alex knew something wasn't right. Here she was, fully aware that she was quite alright to look at, and this guy was barely flirting. It was like he was holding back. She had an idea of why.
"You've got a girlfriend don't you?" Alex looked at him, focused, she wanted to see if he lied or not.
"I'm sort of seeing someone. We don't go by that girlfriend, boyfriend title. It sounds too official." Kevin was being honest.
"So is it serious?" Alex wanted to know, because if he was available, she was going to take him home tonight.
"Well she hasn't called for bout a week... she wasn, too happy about where my bidness affairs were taking me." Kevin slurred. He finished his drink.

Marissa was angry at him. How could he be so stupid, keeping money from his suppliers, dealers or whatever they're called. He didn't even tell her why he tried to steal the money. And to make it up to her, he bought her a necklace.
She had a million necklaces, she didn't need another, she just needed him. But after leaving the hospital that night, she had to take some time off from Kevin. It was becoming too real. Her reaction was too real, the fear of losing him was too real. She needed to calm herself, and rethink her priorities. She couldn't escape the heat. She sat in her room, in darkness, taking mouthfuls from her flask. She missed him so much.

Alex grabbed his arm, he was tipsy and she felt she had shouted him enough drinks.
"You alright to walk Kev?" she asked while laughing. His lips were pouting, his eyebrows furrowed, he smiled.
"Where's the loo?" Kevin asked grinning.
"It's through there, to your left." Alex let go of his arm, Kevin stumbles. 'He's soo cute' Alex thought to herself. "Why don't I walk you there Kev?" She slings his arm over her shoulder and wraps her arms around his waist guiding him.
"Dun call me Kev, call me Volchok." Kevin stammered.
"What's a Volchok?" Alex asks confused.
"Dun worry." Kevin stumbles into the bathroom. He walks to the urinal and relieves himself. Alex waits patiently. Kevin splashes his face with water. He felt a tiny bit more sober now.

The door burst open and comically, Kevin strides out. Alex suppressed a laugh.
"How are you getting home?" she asks.
"I got my bike here." Kevin replied.
"Oh, is that your motorbike out there? It's nice."
"I know." Kevin was proud of his bike.
"But I'm not letting you ride it home. You're no where near straight enough to ride." her eyes are fixed on his. Kevin leans forward and cups Alex's face in his hand.
"Babe, I could ride you right now if you want me to." he kisses her.
He tasted like cigarettes and cheap alcohol, but to her, this drunken kiss was what she had been waiting for.
"Easy tiger", she pulled away slowly, Alex paused looking at him, letting the kiss sink in. "Let's get you home first. I'm driving." Alex dangled her keys in front of him.