The atmosphere was stuffy and the scent of alcohol and Fae recreations hung low in the air of Rita’s bar. Sticky wooden tables and empty glasses piled up, as more drinks are added, and the people of the bar become more intoxicated.

You were warm and a little flushed, clad in a gorgeous dress flattering your figure and complimenting your skin tone and hair. Cassian and Azriel had disappeared to go and get you and Mor another drink while you tipsily gossiped.

Mor had noticed the lingering glances you’d had on Cassian. The envy as green as a forest when another female spoke to him, and the adoration and warmth when he spoke to you, and only you.

Mor grinned. “Would you do it again?” She meant would I sleep with Cassian again. You ran a hand through your hair, relishing in the respite of the cool it gave as some breeze touched your momentarily bare neck.

You shrugged. “Of course I’d fuck him again.” That was a big step back. You’d sworn it was a one time thing, but the alcohol and atmosphere had caused you to speak your mind.

Her eyes widened and she gripped your hand. “No way!”

You nodded, and smiled. “Who cares? It’ll never happen.” But as the evening fell to early night, and the clocks chimed 9pm the party grew louder as did your desire.

Cassian walked back over with your preferred drink and handed it to you. He’d even remembered that you liked a raspberry in it.