dispaters:
Romeo knew he’d run into Thea eventually and there’d be hell to pay when he did. He was an asshole not an idiot. The minute he’d decided to skip town without giving her so much as a goodbye, he’d ran the risk of wrath. Granted, he’d had no intention of returning to town at the time, let alone finding Thea again. Whatever they’d had, he couldn’t explain. Caught somewhere between lovers and enemies, their relationship was fraught with friction. Sometimes it resulted in passionate desire and other times… it took every ounce of strength in him not to tear her head off. His disappearance only exacerbated such intensity with Romeo taking ghosting to a whole other level. He thought about her from time to time, quietly yearning for the toxic destructiveness they tended to bring when together and her body against his. Thea was many things, but boring wasn’t one of them. Eventually, he’d learned to brush her out of his mind until she became nothing but a shadow of a life once lived. Thus standing around at the bar, he hadn’t noticed Thea’s body squeeze in beside him—- yet there was no mistaking that voice. He turned to face her slowly. She looked the same: beautiful, blonde, and fucking pissed. “Having a drink,” Romeo’s response was clipped. “It’s a bar, Thea, is there something else I should be doing? C’mon, I know it’s been a few years, but I was hoping you’d at least have some braincells intact.”
Thea inhaled sharply, wanting really badly to smack the dumb look off of Romeo’s face. He always knew just the thing to piss her right off. There he was acting like he didn’t give a shit and that this wasn’t planned, which he probably didn’t and it probably wasn’t. He wasn’t like her, he wouldn’t go out of his way to annoy her because he just didn’t care that much. That drove her absolutely up the wall. “Having a drink in the club I work at? Couldn’t you go to, I don’t know, any of the other spots in town?” The blonde asked him with a heavy glare, her arms crossed over her chest defensively. Not even a minute into this reunion and already he’d called her stupid. That had to be some kind of record. “Call me dumb one more time and I’m dumping this drink all over your pretty clothes, asshole. When did you even get back here? I was hoping you were gone for good.”








