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She always refused the invitation. A person who doesn't drink alcohol basically has nothing to do in a bar. No, she wasn't on the program. That was her mindful choice made years ago even before she moved from New-York. But way back there while young and pretty restless she had tried a certain amount of it until realizing she simply doesn't need this kind of unpleasant to the taste and harmful depressant drug. Neither to relax, nor for joy. She is the master of her spirit and strong enough to cope with whatever tricky life brings else using her own resources or by some outer salutary means.
And so, the only thing that every time during the first months as a part of The Intelligent Unit in very deed ruthlessly and dangerously predisposed her to finally surrender was... Antonio's promising participation. To see him in informal surroundings, free and easy, small talking, smiling, laughing - holy damn, that was such a temptation!
If to the others - mostly to annoying Adam - she answered with no more explanations but a wry face, when Antonio looked at her questionably, hoping and awaiting - holy damn once again, she just bit her lip so hard with her nails the same painfully clenched into fists and prudently fled away.
Dared she wimpish to agree to join the guys, even if standing her ground without touching a drop, the sense of the place - though she had no idea what that Molly's was like - would have its light-hearted effect and... she'd kiss him right there in front of everyone... with continuation...
"Dream on, girl, but stick to soberness, please," she told to herself at that date while they kept playing merely friendly flirting colleagues. But those days were gone...
She longed for him... constantly, and now used any vacant minute to fulfill her desire. Insatiable - yes, but never greedy. Thus, consuming him all she never intended. She cherished his individuality as a person and a male. Yet to become a part of his life on the lands where she is welcomed - that's voluntarily.
So, caring for his kids and him as a father, always concerned about their relations, frequently she sent him home to check up his brood and spent time with them rather than debauching in her bed. Meanwhile she could attend to her business, and sleeping alone wasn't ever a tragedy. Beyond that, their recent days off, so rare but already joint, they seamlessly managed to devote to both - first primal loving, then altogether playing family.
Furthermore, respecting him as a senior detective she never complained about the job often too much, serious, unexpected and untimely. Well, maybe it's because she belonged to that too and saw the situation from inside. But as any human being he also had some personal passion, and even though boxing was totally out of her interests, still to come and see him in action and enjoying what he likes would be nice. As well as one evening after work instead of jumping out of their clothes to fall in the arms of lust she suggested to go out...
And that turned up literally an applauded debut - of hers for the first time at Molly's and of them as a couple in public, if not to count the blown-up official reception weeks before which finally led them to sleepless orgasmic night... actually many nights like that since then. So no rush with adding more to the number, while they could just hang out around familiar pleasant people and she not feeling out of place even with her glass of juice. His bright and comfortable presence made it up for her, and shamelessly tasting alcohol from his lips was also perfectly fine.
Therefore all passed smoothly and great... yet something there in the atmosphere as if missing. But by the end her deep in nature tendency to help, rectify and improve did discover the spot and the plot for a little ingenuous inspiration of hers and she put up an idea straight to the bar's owner Herrmann and a lovely affiliate Stella...
While never being a club girl, nevertheless, music (not that soft in the background) and a good company could combine and result in unspecific dancing therapy - what those sitting on their wearied asses, nothing but talking and drinking, badly needed. To encourage and exactly as if urging some of them to shake off the stress and wiggle numb body parts for definite twenty minutes in the middle of every later hour is fun and healthy. No setting and musicians required, only a ready playlist of driving songs and make it louder...
And so she was quiet happy to test this new grooving order at Molly's next time they visited. Even though solely the walls of her apartment were the witnesses of her lame moves to music all those years, when her last social attempts took place in the same old New-York and after that none.
Anyway, nobody ever imagined how much delight it would give... to her man watching her having fun with the other girls. Antonio was amazed. He never saw her so carefree and so shining, while their naughty and lecherous pastime is close to this marvel but a bit different intimate thing. And thus, at that concrete moment he plainly acknowledged how lucky he is and would be honored to partner her in everything... including this dancing right now.