The streets of the Undercity were fairly deserted as the hours ticked further into the evening, the lights outside of shops flickering off as people returned to their homes. The only sounds outside of the apartment were the occasional voices of drunken patrons of The Last Drop stumbling home after yet another evening of gambling and soliciting the workers from Babettes.

Inside your small flat that you shared with Sevika, soft music flowed from an old record player that she had fixed a few times already for you, an occasional scratch or pause interrupting the background noise. The lights were dimmed, the apartment clean and organized after a morning of rushing out the door for work. Dinner had been made, now sitting on a back burner for when Sevika would eventually return home.

As if reading your thoughts, the lock scraped quietly as the key slid into place, the door opening a few moments later. Familiar black hair was ruffled from walking through the crowded streets earlier in the day, likely made worse from running her hand through it in moments of stress. With Jinx, there never seemed to be a lack of those. Almost immediately her burgundy cloak is tossed over the back of a chair, her arm soon following suit with a few clicks and whirs of the gears.

You could tell she was obviously exhausted from work today. Not that it was much different than any other day— she was overworked by Silco regardless— but the effects were far more prominent this time. Normally you could get her going, ranting about the morons she had to deal with while taking in a new shipment or the stunts Jinx pulled that just pushed her over the edge. Once she started, she just had to get it all off her chest.

You disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, rummaging through the top shelf of a cabinet for a familiar amber bottle. The cork popped off with a small tug, and before Sevika could even begin complaining, she had a glass in her hand, a shot or two of bourbon swirling around as she moved to take a sip. It had sort of become a ritual— she would come home ready to rip her hair out— but you were the one who seemed to fix it every time with a bit of alcohol and attention.

“Don’t even get me started..”

She muttered, draining the glass in a few minutes. Clearly today was a double shot kind of night. You sat beside her on the worn out sofa, avoiding the parts where the leather was beginning to crack and tear along the corner seams of the cushions. She began grumbling about her day as you expected, listing everything that had gone wrong when Silco forced her to bring Jinx with her to a meeting.

The one thing you hadn’t expected when you first met Sevika was that she was a certain kind of drunk. She wasn’t loud or annoying, but instead she was uncharacteristically cuddly. It was almost scary to see the woman who could flip a table in two seconds at the bar turn into a tired lump on the couch beside you. However, you wouldn’t necessarily complain about it either, enjoying the rare quiet moment that you got between your busy schedules.

“Your day any better than mine?”

She asked, her eyes slightly hazy as she draped her arm over your shoulder, her glass now next to your face.