Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

twenty one

ALEC ROMANO

I don't know what I was thinking, asking Amara to play 20 questions with me. It did seem rather foolish, very silly. But the question arose earlier today in a conversation with Giovanni.

He asked if I really knew anything about Amara aside from the things I googled. I know her social security number but not her favorite color. It seems a little daft, to me.

"Okay-" Amara slurred, sipping a small amount from the bottle, "Favorite animal?" She asked, I pretended to think, tapping my chin, "A dog." I shrugged.

Amara scoffed, "Boring. Why not something interesting like a lion or- or like, a tiger." Her drunken state was rather amusing, I had found that my cheeks hurt from the amount of smiling.

Sure, we'll feel the aftermath of our drinking in the morning but right now, as we're perched at the small square table at two in the morning, I feel like the most normal person in the world.

It is a weird feeling but I do enjoy it. And that, for some reason, frightens me.

"Okay, you're turn." She smiles, barring her straight, white teeth.

"Hmm, your favorite color." 

"Pssh, easy. Purple. All time favorite color and that will never ever change." She swayed, her eyes glossing over, twirling her finger around the rim of the glass bottle.

We're not playing this game correctly, you're supposed to drink every time you don't want to answer a question, Amara is just drinking when she feels like it.

"Why is your father such an ass." Amara said to me. My eyes fluttered over to hers for a brief moment before I looked down, "Is that your question?"

She nodded her head, a strand of hair falling over her face that I so desperately wanted to move away.

"He's a mafia leader. He has to be." I answered quickly, shrugging my shoulders.

"Come on, there's gotta be more to it than that." She pushed, "Like, he's so mean to you. And then you get in a bad mood which puts me in a bad mood and then everyones in a bad mood!" She flailed her arms, knocking the bottle onto the floor.

There was a loud smash and Amara winced, poking one eye open at me, "Oopsie. Sorry Alec!" She said, getting off her chair to bend down.

"Just leave it, I'll do it." I said, shoving her away, "No. I knocked it over, I'll do it." She said with a huff, blowing air of her mouth.

I smirked, "You're drunk, just sit down and let me do it, Amara." 

She rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me what to do." She said, obviously annoyed at me. We were both picking up the scattered pieces of glass, light brown liquid lining the floor.

Suddenly, the kitchen door crashed open and a very sleepy Giovanni and Marco came barrelling through the door. Amara fell backward, startled by them.

"Stop right there." Giovanni said, pointing his gun the wrong way as Marco rubbed his eyes, "Should I be considering firing you two?" I threatened.

"Boss?" Giovanni quirked. Amara hit my arm lightly, "Hi guys!" She said cheerfully.

"Amara. Great." Marco rolled his eyes quickly as they both tucked their guns away, "What are you two doing in here?" Giovanni wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "We heard a crash and came to investigate." He shrugged.

"I dropped a bottle on the ground. My bad." Amara said, still sitting on the ground as the liquid had seeped into her clothes.

"Yeah, I can smell it. The strong stuff huh?" 

I rolled my eyes at them and stood up, placing my hand in front of Amara. She looked at me hand and then hoisted herself up, ignoring my help.

"Okay, does that mean we can go back to bed?" Giovanni yawned. I nodded, "Yes. See you tomorrow." 

The kitchen door swung shut and I walked over to the bin, where I discarded of the glass pieces, "Oops." I heard Amara mumble under her breath and turned around, "Are you alright?"

She nodded, flustered.

I looked over her, bare legs glistening with the alcohol that was now dripping down her. The brown locks of hair that had magically made their way to her face. I smirked, "You're a mess." I said.

She groaned, "I know. It's tragic. Do you have any midol." She whined, rubbing her temple, "I told you to slow down." I laughed, reaching to the top cupboard.

I turned around to give it to her, not expecting to see that she was right behind me. "Here."

She thanked me with her eyes and lifted a glass from the cupboard they were stacked in and filled it with water.

A slight breeze filtered through the kitchen and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin, "Would you like to go for a walk?" I asked her.

Amara nodded, smiling at me as I flicked off the kitchen light, taking her elbow as I led her through the dark hallway, "Where are we going?"

"Giovanni mentioned you liked the bay window, and there's a spectacular view of the city at night. The stars are vibrant and the city is always alive, it's amazing." I smiled, seeing the door slightly ajar as I pushed it open, the moonlight casting a glow on the carpet.

"You speak like a poet." Amara giggled, sitting herself in the corner of the bay window, legs tucked under her, "Thank you?" I answered, unsure if it were a compliment or not.

"It's cute." She made eye contact with me when she said that, and for some strange reason, it made my hair stand on end. A compliment. I don't remember the last time I had someone compliment me about something other than my fighting skills.

"Thank you." 

She looked out the window, her chin resting on her folded arms as I watched her. The way her eyelashes clasped together and the small smile resting on her face.

Her button nose and full lips, she looked like a painting, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"May I?" She asked, gesturing to the blanket in the corner. I nodded once, watching her retreating figure be swallowed in the large grey blanket.

"You're right about the view, it is spectacular." She sighed, "I'm sorry I am keeping you inside. I need you to understand that it no safe." I started to say, seeing her eyes cast downward.

She sent me a knowing smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I understand." 

Her eyes struggled to stay open and I saw a yawn escape her lips before she closed her eyes, leaning her head against the windowsill.

"Here, I am much more comfortable." I offered.

She slowly moved her body so her back was situated against my chest. The blanket covered the both of us, my legs brushing against her ever so softly each time she moved.

Her hair smelt like cherries and I could feel the tiredness taking over my body.

I slowly closed my eyes, feeling her arms wrap around mine as she snuggled closer.

Thankfully, it wasn't too uncomfortable. And I was able to lie down before she fell asleep.

Not wanting to disturb her, I let myself succumb to what my body was telling me. Hopefully, getting a better sleep than last night.

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