ZERO! the umbrella academy

vingt-trois

I'M IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE

FIVE MADE US LIME green margaritas using whatever he could find from behind the bar. He plopped down on a stool in front of the bar and stuck a tiny, blue umbrella in his rather large margarita glass. He sipped on a bendy straw, a frown etched into his features.

"I have to say, you make a mean margarita." I raised my glass to him as I sat down on the stool next to him.

"Thanks." He swirled his glass around absentmindedly as "I'm in the Mood for Love" played on the radio in the background. "Well, do you think we really did it? Think we actually stopped the apocalypse?"

I pursed my lips. "It sure seems that way, doesn't it?" I took a drink from my glass. "But Vanya is still out there, and so is Harold's killer."

"Maybe Klaus is right." He rested his elbows on top of the bar. "Maybe we just need to let it go."

I nodded in agreement slowly. "So... now what?" I said the words neither of us wanted to hear. "I don't know about you, but the idea of going back to robbing banks and staying in motels doesn't sound so great."

"I don't know," he looked over at me, and his piercing, green eyes connected with mine, "but I meant it when I said that I love you, Lee. I'm never going to leave you again, not ever." There was that same intensity in his eyes, that same unreadable expression.

The corners of my lips curled into a sad smile. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

His face faltered just as a loud knock sounded on the door. We both looked at the archway leading to the foyer before looking back at each other. "Are you expecting someone?" I raised a brow.

He got off of the stool. "Stay here. I'll go see who it is." He padded through the archway and disappeared around the corner. I, of course, being stubborn, jumped off of the stool as soon as he was out of sight and followed him into the foyer.

I made it just in time to see Five pull open the door, revealing Hazel standing on the doorstep holding a gun casually aimed at Five. "Hey, old-timer," he greeted him.

My eyes widened. "Five!" I exclaimed, giving away my position.

He glanced back at me over his shoulder. "Lee, I thought I told you to stay in the living room." He huffed in annoyance and turned back to Hazel. "Do you have my sister? And if not, would you like a margarita?"

I furrowed my brows in confusion. When Hazel didn't answer, Five walked back into the foyer, leaving the door wide open. "Come on." Five came over to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me back into the living room.

I reluctantly allowed him to. "What are you doing?" I kept my voice low so Hazel couldn't hear me.

"I can handle this, okay?" he hissed back. We resumed our positions at the bar as Hazel came in after us, his gun still raised. "So, you're here to kill me?" Five asked him.