ROSES AND FLAMES - Five Hargreeves

𝟭𝟲. your lips, my lips

Killing people was exhausting, feeling blood all over herself and hating the fact she had a conscience that makes it even worse. Sitting at a bar stool and letting her thoughts be interrupted by the sound of music and laughter all around her, wanting to have a little escape from the fact shes had a long few days at work.

"Shirley temple please." She said to the bartender, smiling at the handsome man as she ate some pretzels, feeling a little hungry. "Coming up." The gentleman man said to her, going back to making his drinks.

Sitting on the stool and hearing a song that seemed familiar enough, josie began to hum as she felt someone sitting down beside her. "Didn't think you're the person who would drink." His voice almost scared her, turning to face the man while she ate her pretzels.

"What's an old man like you doing in here?" Josie joked, noticing how he already had a drink in his hand, smirking at her.

Five Hargreeves was always someone josie couldn't tolerate, with his cocky attitude, being the best in the commission, josie felt like he was just brought into the commission only to annoy her.

Rolling his eyes and slamming back the shot he was lingering on, josie thanked the bartender for her Shirley temple, slurping on the straw as she looked at Five with the smirk on his face. "How many have you had?" Five asked the woman, getting a rum and Coke.

"Only three, only bar that I seemed to like in this timeline." She told him, frowning a little.  Five seemed to agree with the girl; looking around to know how very 90's this bar seemed to be.

Staring at five for a little too long, josie noticed something on his neck, gasping and pointing at the tattoo he has gotten, hurting him a little. "When did you get that?!" She squealed, ignoring his pain.

Making him turn a little towards her direction, josie saw his it was a cross right on his neck, looking closer at it as five was waiting for her to give him personal space.

Yet she didn't.

"This job isn't getting any better, I'm forty-something and haven't experienced anything because of the apocalypse." Five defended himself, pushing her away with his one finger. Josie stayed close enough, pouting for the man.

"How many more years?" She asked him, forgetting what year he was on. "Three, and I'm not getting any younger." Five grumbled, taking a sip of his drink. Josie took that cue to drink hers, slurping on the straw as she turned back to him.

Hesitant to say something, josie rested her hand on fives as she gave a sentiment smile towards the boy. "I know this job is hard, but make sure you take care of yourself before you go crazy." She reminded him, seeing how five didn't put his guard up and nodded at her.

"I know," he said, looking into Josie's brown eyes that twinkled a little. "Thanks." Josie nodded as she didn't realize her hand was still on his, both staring at each other; not moving.

Josie's eyes lingered on fives lips, looking back up at his eyes as five had clearly done the same, clearing her throat. She knew she'd regret kissing a co-worker, especially Five Hargreeves while being drunk, she didn't need that on her conscience.

"I don't need your pity though, Parker, I chose to leave that and this is my fault. I should've listen to the old man." Five mumbled as he drank his drink, shaking his head. Josie raised her eyebrows, drinking hers and trying to not say 'yeah you should've.'