The evening found Eva stepping into the local pub down the street from her apartment. The week had been incredibly trying and since Joker had laid waste to her wine store, the only place to drink herself into forgetting was McGinty's Pub.

Taking a seat at the bar, Eva glanced at the tap selection. Settling for a Whiskey River Rye brew, fancy beer kept in whiskey barrels. Taking a gulp, she visibly relaxed as the alcohol warmed her, a few more gulps made her head swim a little, taking a delicate plunge into the sweet land of inebriation. "Fuck this week."

Settling further into her stool, she kept her eyes trained on her glass, watching the carbonation bubble its way around. Slowly, Eva reached for the space just behind her ear, hissing she jerked her hand away. Finding the fresh ink tender to the touch. Even with a light brush of her finger tips, Eva could still make out the risen J that had been jabbed into her skin. Groaning, she took around gulp of her beer and quietly requested another round.

Much to her chagrin, Eva had to admit he was good fuck…. But a tattoo artist he was not. Yes, fresh ink was supposed to be sore, but he had jabbed so hard that there would be some serious scaring. Then again, she wouldn't be surprised if that's what he had been aiming for. The ink would fade someday, but that scar was forever.

Sneering into her glass, she guzzled the remainder of her beer, hissing at the undertones of whiskey. At this point, Eva figured that she had found her latest hobby, drinking until she couldn't see straight. It was absolute bliss at this point, and it would have made for a good night had her fun not be interrupted. The stool next to her was pulled out, and Frost took a seat next to her. "Aaaahh f-fuck whatdya want Frosted Tips?"

He stared, a bit thrown by her slurring and his new nickname. "How much have you had?"

Head lulling a bit, Eva took another swig "Enoughfff ta drown an elephant, why?"

Frost shook his head and went to stand behind her. "I should get you home, Boss wouldn't want you out like this."

She remained seated "Fuck im, I've gotta new hobby. Ya tell im tha…"

Her head swam, and she swayed a little. Resulting a Frost reaching for her glass and pushing it away, causing the contents to slosh all over the bar. "Fuck Frost, that shits super expensive."

He grabbed her arms and hoisted her off the stool "You're going home."

Eva swayed but had enough wherewithal to push the body guard away. "I don't wanna go home, na if he's there!"

Glancing around, Frost took in the spectators. Sighing, he opted for a new tactic. "Boss ain't there, he's recovering the session."

Eva eyed him, and he noticed that she was beginning to tear up. "Frost, promise me, he's na there."

Even in her drunken state, she was well aware that she couldn't handle another minute of Joker's brutalization. The thought of him touching her made her want to puke. Speaking off which, Eva turned a brilliant shade of green and went stumbling out the door into the alley.

Frost wrinkled his nose and followed her out. All he had to do was follow the sounds of retching into the dark corners of the alley. Eva was on her hands and knees, wiping away bits of partially digested doughnut and warm beer mixed with stomach fluids. Despite the fact that her head was still buzzing, Eva found herself slightly sobered. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. Pulling away from the pool of vomit, Eva found herself staring into it. "He's not there?'

The puking had kick started her brain, but her head was still swimming. Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder at the bodyguard. Frost flinched, her eyes had gone red and her mouth still had bits of puke on it. Joker sure knew how to break them. At this point, even he felt pity for the Boss's girl. "He ain't there, I promise."

Nodding, Eva looked away as if consulting. "Alright, can't walk without fallin over anyway."

Spitting out the left over chunky bits of vomit, Eva offered her hand to Frost. Allowing him to help her up. "Car's out front."

She paused and stared up at him "s'not the Lamborghini is it?"

He smirked, even when she was broken mess of puke and wreaked of beer, the tattooist still managed to be funny. "Na, that's like the car version of you, boss won't let anyone near it."

Eva laughed despite herself, although she felt like she was gonna be sick again.

(Author's Note: Got a promotion 2 month ago, better pay, better hours, better PTO, all the benefits. I go to Germany in 2 months, and I might be getting my own place next year. So there's my life update!

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the latest installment. Seems that Eva is starting to let herself go, and it looks like Joker is starting to assign a regular tail on her.)