Trouble → Astrid + Bernardo
@astridgalloway
He downed his second whiskey in a matter of seconds, Bernardo was feeling restless. Why did he attend to this gala again? Right, for the cute waitress. If he didn’t spot her soon, the Spaniard was going to flee. This whole atmosphere brought him bad memories that he wanted to keep buried on the deepest parts of his mind, he needed to make a run for it. Or even punch it out-on a human or a punching bag, whichever came first. But the whiskey only helped him little enough, and he needed something more.
This wasn’t even the smartest of things to do, not that he made any smart choices in his life, but this one was definitely in the ‘incredibly idiotic’ section. Bernardo was going to the gala just to impress the waitress long enough to sleep with her. He didn’t know if she was the type of girl to just have flings, since he didn’t do the whole relationships thing (or as he likes to call them: relationshits), but he was going on a whim to find out. And if she wasn’t, he had already gotten the numbers of plenty of girls that he could call, just in case. He was confident, just on the borderline of cocky, but he had a reason to since girls always fell for that gruff accented voice of his. Finally spotting the attractive woman he was looking for, Bernardo walked up to her. “Buenas noches, amor. May I say you look stunning.”
