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Rather than venturing out into the cold night of Chicago, Astrid decided drowning her sorrows in a large glass of red wine at the bar seemed a much more appealing idea.
Perched on the velvet bar stool, Astrid's finger traced around the rim of the wide glass, gloomy azure eyes drinking in her surroundings.
Everyone in the speakeasy seemed to be having an enjoyable time, jiving to the live jazz being played, everyone apart from Astrid.
It was moments like this when it became achingly real that her baby was gone, that Marcel wasn't coming back. That she'd never see Marcel's warm chocolate gaze sparkling at her, or feel his strong arms wrap around in a comforting embrace.
She'd never hear his velvety tone calling her "ma" or hear him chuckle at one of her dry remarks.
"What's with the long face, huh?" The silky tone of Gloria echoed from beside her, releasing Astrid from her spiralling inner turmoil.
Glancing besides her, Astrid arched a brow when she discovered Gloria had taken up the previously empty seat and had turned to face the blonde.
Gloria was gazing at her expectantly, as if waiting for Astrid to pour her heart out.
Perhaps it was the many bottles of wine she'd drank that clouded her rationality, or the fact she'd simply had enough that night, but Astrid found herself subconsciously rolling her eyes.
Not after taking a sip from her wine which was slowly becoming lukewarm, Astrid pursed her lips.
"I'm sorry, but what's it got to do with you? I don't understand why you're acting like you're my therapist, or my friend, because you are neither." Astrid snorted, shaking her head.
Blonde curls cascaded down her back like running water as Astrid placed her glass on the bar top. Perching her head on her hand, Astrid turned to the witch, gaze scanning her in amusement.
"Forgetting you're a witch? I thought you witches detested us vampires." Astrid mused, lips curving into a grin.
Shrugging her shoulders, Gloria let out a low chuckle, showing no signs of irritation. "Well, you're not all bad." Gloria responded, eyes scanning over the blonde who rolled her eyes at the comment.
It was almost as if Astrid was wanting a response, Gloria couldn't help but note. Her behaviour was somewhat self-destructive, purposely winding the witch up, as if yearning for a witchy migraine- or perhaps an excuse to indulge on her anger.
When Astrid responded with an eye roll, lifting her glass to her lips taking a large sip. "You know, you can play the tough act with me, flower, but I ain't no fool."
Astrid couldn't help but snort, placing the empty glass on the surface. "Hmm, is that so?"
The vampire's eyes suddenly seemed so cold and distant. If she hadn't been in such a putrid mood, Astrid might have respected the witch for firmly standing her ground.
