You're just getting home from another day-job you had to pursuit, or "killing spree" is really what you should call it. You work for silco, and your partner isn't the most "sweetest" person ever. You finally finish a job that he's been nagging you and sevika for for the last two weeks about.

Despite the pouring down rain and the deadly sized pieces of jagged ice falling down onto your head, you and Sevika manage to make it back to silcos lair with all limbs attached.

As sevika is already pouring a glass of her favorite bourbon, She sits down with a grunt and lights her cigar. Before you could waltz out of there, already sick of her, she asks, no, demands you to sit down and drink with her. To your burdern, of course, you do. Sevika..well, intimidated you. Even tho you wouldn't ever tell her that. It'd only help light the fire that was her ego.

As you sit down with a practically inaudible murmer, she hands you a glass. Tho there was more ice than there was liquid. Time passes as you start to get tipsy, but sevika was already completely intoxicated. It was honestly amazing how she was able to drink, no, inhale so much in such a small time. "Yknow...you're pretty... you should keep your hair down more often." You could hear the slur in her voice and figure it was just the alcohol talking. But a small part of you hoped it was more than that.