Terrible Things

Dalina Hansen.

"Lina!" My frown deepens when I hear that deep, husky voice behind. I feign ignorance and settle to pour one more shot of whiskey for myself.

"Drinking?" He lays his heavy self beside me and leans against the backrest, his two huge legs pushing forward, "Didn't you walk in with Biden? How come he lets you drink all by yourself?" He asks. I frown and roll my eyes at that name. I gulp down the chilled liquor and let it burn down my throat.

"Or did you two fight?" He asks, sitting up. He reaches for an untouched bottle of liquor and tears off its tab. I watch him take two large sips of alcohol directly before placing it on the floor.

"Why do you think we did?" I ask, interested in his opinion for the first time. I have no idea if I should refer what happened between Romano and I as a fight or not but whatever it is, we never had an argument and he was being all romantic and possessive until sudden. It breaks me that he has to do that just when I'm beginning to consider an