------@seraphfled: ‘ I noticed you already 'borrowed' most of my whiskey ’ (here.)
------THERE WAS SOMETHING deeply twisted about the way she danced around quantis rhea . she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him ( and she was sure he was skinny under those fancy fucking suits ( and fancy suits always made her scoff , anyway )) yet found herself coming back for the tasks he doled out for her . it didn't hurt that the pay was good ... but perhaps she was growing bored in her aging days .
there was a short shelf - life for hunters , after all . if she wasn't taken out by something that she chased ( she could only pray so fucking hard to her gods ) her body would eventually give out .
somehow , rotting away within herself like kevin had was more terrifying that being mercilessly broken like alex .
so here she was , in the sanctuary of neutral ground after hours , aware that the alarm had given her away . she'd tripped it on purpose , after all ... waited for the proprietor of the establishment to waltz in with his well - tailored coattails and the cane that he definitely didn't need . she greeted him from behind the bar - having climbed atop the back counter and claimed the bottle of top shelf whiskey for her own . two glasses were set , the expectation of his arrival well - met , and she already began her tasting by the time he appeared .
" took your sweet time , though . add it to my tab . " and she gestured for her usual seat , waiting for him to claim it so she could pour him for once .