Eric was trapped in a meeting discussing city plans and patrols the following morning. People had stared at him and the bruise like marks under his eyes. His nose was more or less fine. None commented it. No one dared to.
It was simple enough – he was good at tactics. He knew where people needed to be, knew where dangerous situations could erupt. He drew the lines, arrows, x’es and o’s onto the map, explaining as he went along. It didn’t take much time, but then they had remained behind, discussing the progress of the initiates and the phase two recruits.
His thoughts kept drifting back to her, and how he hadn’
“They’re telling me you’re holding the liquor.” she sounded cheerfully, over all the loud voices. She wore a black dress, the straps wide across her shoulders. It clung to her body nicely.
Eric lifted a pierced eyebrow and emitted unimpressedness.
“Obviously.” he said lazily, and took a deep swig of the bottle. Beside him, Four followed the development with interest.
“Great.” she reached up and took the bottle from his hand with much determination, and brought it to her lips. Some of the brandy lingered on her upper lip, and she licked it off. He tried to remember the last time anyone shared