Tom Trench × reader {Behind the Mask}

Ch.6

(Y/N) Pov: 

Tom opened the door to his apartment and led me in. He quickly turned and locked the door before leading me to the living room. 

He currently lives in a penthouse, a modern one. It was near the top floor of the building, but still overlooked the city. 

“I don’t usually have guests here, to be honest” said Tom, chuckling nervously. 

“Why not? You seem like the kind of guy who would bring women home after a date” I say, cocking my head to the side curiously. 

“Yeah...some people think that I guess. To be completely honest with you, you’re the ONLY woman who actually agreed to come here. I even tried to ask Katie, but all she did was complain and say that my apartment wasn’t modern enough. I tried becoming more modern considering I died in 1918 and wanted to fit in more with today's demons. Killjoy always has something to complain about, so I don’t even try with her” said Tom, shrugging. 

“Uh-huh, you have any wine?” I asked, sitting down on the sofa. 

“Oh! I should have something. Do you prefer red or white?” asked Tom. 

“Red preferably. Doesn’t matter the quality, but I do prefer Recioto or Amarone della Valpolicella wines. Italian mainly” I say. 

Tom seemed a little confused by my preferences in wine, but shook his head and ‘smiled’, nodding. 

“I’ll see what I can find” says Tom, giving the thumbs up and leaving the room, heading into the kitchen. 

I smiled. 

Looking around, I spotted a door leading to what appeared to be an office. The door was half-open, so I was able to see that there was indeed a computer inside. 

I summoned a shadow which handed me a small vial of clear liquid. 

Making sure to hide it on my grasp, I smiled when Tom came back into the living room with a bottle to red wine and two wine glasses in his hands. 

“Good news! I found some Italian wine! It’s probably not one of the ones you listed, but it is Italian….I think” said Tom, sitting down on the sofa beside me, putting the two glasses down on the coffee table. 

I took the bottle and read the name. 

“Valpolicella Superiore Ripasso. One of Italy’s best values if I remember correctly” I say, opening the bottle. 

Tom took the opened bottle and poured some into both glasses. 

He handed me one of them and picked up the other. 

“So, to us?” he asked curiously. 

“To us” I said, faking a smile as we clinked glasses. 

A few minutes, and couple of glasses later, Tom was partially drunk. 

“I-I think I drank too much wine. H-How are you able to h-handle it w-without getting drunk s-so fast?” he asked, glancing over at me to see that I was still on my second glass. 

“The trick is to drink it slowly. If you drink too fast, you’ll end up drunk too quickly. It’s gonna hit you hard” I say, swishing my drink around in the glass before taking a sip. 

“I-Ill have to remember t-that for next time” said Tom groggily. 

I rolled my eyes. 

There won’t BE a next time for him. 

Because he’ll be dead tomorrow. 

“Here, I’ll get you a glass of water to sober you up a bit, how about it?” I asked, grabbing his empty glass of wine and standing up.