"do you think i'm not enough?"

Elektra asked, sitting across from you in one of the bars and taking a few sips of her vodka, looking at you with her brown eyes.

"I mean, I died and came back from the dead, and the only thing I get is news that Matt is a fucking slut who will fuck any girl. as if he were blind not only in the literal sense, but also blind in loyalty."

Elektra spat in disgust, taking one sip from her glass, drinking the entire contents of the vodka.

"when you come back from the dead, you want to feel alive again, not betrayed by some asshole who can't control his fly."

Elektra sighed in exasperation, running her hand through her dark, thick hair as she leaned back against the couch.

"At least I have you, my old friend."

Elektra sighed softly and smiled a little softly, which was surprising for her. She was certainly a bit of a forever person, but it was not self-control and discipline that made her more adequate than many sober people.