Andrea Cortes

[Blince]

The Troika’s large main room was filled with the dull thud of music that Andrea appreciated but didn’t understand. She was spending her time there as she often did, loitering in Oleg’s presence as he ran the bar, but it was quieter today. Business seemed to be more on the menu than any of the drinks that the bar offered.

The space around had been filled with speech in the same language that the music was in, and though she appreciated the sound of Oleg’s voice, it was hardly a lot of poetry to her ears. She peels herself away from the group and sights a lonely figure in a tracksuit, waving goodbye to a woman that she didn’t recognize.

It was Luca. Andrea hadn’t been told his last name, and hadn’t felt the need to ask, but he had been hurting of late. When she first met him, she heard about the bad break up with his girlfriend. He looked bad then, and even worse now.

She crosses the distance to the man, laying her palms upon his shoulders and leaning a light weight upon him as she speaks quietly so that only he and her could hear each other.

“Did I just see someone talking to a girl?” Andrea began, her voice taking on a sing-songy tone to put across a more playful vibe to the conversation. He shook his head, and explained that she was just a friend.

As he launched into an explanation of why he wouldn’t be interested in anything deeper, she answered it by squeezing his shoulders and refusing to engage in the topic, as to hopefully put across that she wasn’t making demands of any too personal thoughts from him. His gaze shifted up to her as the topic came to a close.

HIs eyes had bags under them, he wasn’t exactly the nicest smelling man in the room, and his beard was unkempt. Her first inclination is to avoid the topic, but the image of Oleg worried over his friend doing… Well, she didn’t even want to entertain that possibility. She brought a haughty tone to her voice and lowered herself down.

“You need to start taking care of yourself, though. Okay?”

“What do you mean?” He replied, the shift in conversation evidently surprising him.

“You haven’t slept, you haven’t shaved, you haven’t showered.” She replied curtly to the man. “And I’m telling you to.”

He sucked in through his teeth, and mustered up the lying abilities that had in fact been what got him in trouble with his girlfriend in the first place. 

“I’ve slept, I’ve showered-...”

“I’m not asking, I’m telling.”

“What if I like the beard?”

“Then you got a barber and get it shaped.” She replied, without missing a beat.

Luca stared at her for a few seconds before he rose himself up from his chair, her hands falling off of leaning on him easily as he turned to her.

“I’ll go shower, and change, since you asked me nicely.” He conceded to her.

Andrea’s hands found themselves on her hips, her stance no longer providing any ambiguity as to whether she was teasing him or telling him to on-looker’s. She takes in a breath and raises her voice so that it’d be able to be heard around them, knowing that her boyfriend wouldn’t be far from her.

“Good! And if you don't sleep, I'm telling Oleg to choke you out 'till you do.”

Luca’s gaze rolled over her shoulder as a calm and firm affirmation of “Is-a hear lady,” came from Oleg.

“Please don’t, he barely hugged me before and I felt like my guts were coming up out of my neck. He’s a fuckin’ gorilla!”

Her voice lowered again, and took on as threatening a tone as it could as she would curtly reply; “Then you better do as you're told.” Before she turned on her heels and sashayed over to her boyfriend, without giving the man any further chances to attempt to bargain.

[Mahiko]

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