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[Jetra] Night walk.

A/N
Includes writing about alcohol.

Jesse's POV.

I knew I was a mess, sitting there, in that cursed pub, a glass full of vodka in my shaking hands. People glanced at me with dissapointment and disapproval. I was their mayor, after all! The mayor that spent all his evenings in a pub, with fiery liquid in his glass.

Did I care? No. In fact, I couldn't remember what was the last time I cared about what people had thought of me. If they hated me - well, it was their choice, not mine. I often heard whispers that some couldn't wait three more years to choose a different mayor.

I sighed and swiftly swallowed the vodka. It burned my throat, but at the same time, it sent comfortable warmth through my body. My thoughts were tangled in a knot, my worries seemed to disappear forever, vanish into the see-through, poisounous liquid. But it was all pointless. No matter what and how much I drank, I simply couldn't get drunk.

I already raised a hand to order another shot, when a door to the pub opened. I turned around and my eyes widened as I saw Petra coming in. Her beautiful face was covered with freckles that always reminded me of stars, her wild hair were as bright as lava. She looked right at me and smiled weakly, her wonderful brown eyes filled with sadness.

- I thought you stopped. - Petra whispered, sitting on a chair next to mine. - Jesse, drinking will do you no good.
- It's the only way I can spend some time with you. - I answered, playing around with my glass.
She sighed, and my eyes snapped up to look at her. Oh, how beautiful and magneficent she looked that night! I felt that warm feeling fighting against the numbing alcohol. The feeling I could experience only with this girl.

Love.

- Why are you here, anyway? - I groaned as she stopped my fingers from spinning that glass. - I... I'm not that drunk yet.
- I think I know better when to take you away from here. - Petra replied. Her voice was soft and warm, like a hot cocoa.

She stood up, giving me a hand. Sparks of love were shining in her eyes as well, her lips curved in encouraging smile.
- Come on, you. - She called, and my heartbeat fastened. - Let's go for a night walk, shall we?
I looked outside through the window. It was almost midnight, full moon shining in the dark sky. I liked it here, in the warm pub, but I didn't want Petra to turn around and simply walk away. I knew that's what she would do if I didn't follow her, and she wouldn't return. Unless I'm drunk again, that is.

I sighed and grabbed her hand. It was cold, but I barely noticed it. I smelled her marvelous, smoky scent; felt the strengh of her muscles as she gently but seriously started leading me away from the pub. The wooden doors closed behind us, and we found ourselves in the silence of summer night.

Fireflies were glowing between the trees, the crickets were singing the anthem of the darkness. It was so cool and peacful out here, that I felt chills running down my spine. Petra was walking under the moonlight, and I followed her. The road was old and made of dirt, which was smelling in the dark of night.

The red-headed warrior started to hum some sort of a song to herself, and I couldn't understand a word.
- What language is it? - I asked, as her singing became a little bit louder. It felt like I could even hear the music itself.
- I don't know. - Petra replied, takingy hand. - But it's weird, don't you think? Where I live now, everybody sings it. Like a prayer.

I didn't like it when she was talking about her new home. I knew she wanted to come back, that Beacon Town wasn't a place for her - and yet, there she was, walking with me.
- What's it about? - I asked again, just not to let awkward silence destroy those happy moments.
She just shrugged, still humming it. Her voice, it was oh, so beautiful! I realised how much I missed it.