That's all it was - casual hookups. Well, that's what both of you would tell yourselves.

No strings attached. Any twine was cut into shreds despite the obvious tension that lingered whenever she walked into The Last Drop with a stoic expression plastered on her face with excessive disdain and displeasure for the zaunties who surrounded her - except you. You were the exception. Although, she'd never tell you that straight to your face. Sevika was too prideful, too... 'strong' as she put it.

"Double whiskey - 2 pits of shimmer."

Sevika ordered begrudgingly, the bartender scrambling over to make her the drink as if it would cost him his life.

You slid over to the barstool beside her, a lazy smirk betraying your amusement

"Don't look at me like that."

Sevika grumbled gruffly under her breath, taking a quick swig from her almost iridescent, amber drink.

Despite the faux hostility lacing her words and warning tone, Sevika wanted you there. She needed you there. She breathed you in like oxygen, and would rather suffocate than breathe you out.