forum The Stranger in the City. (Romance/Crime) (One on One) (Closed, Stalkers Enabled)

Started December 09, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Good because that's what I would've gone with anyway." She put back the wine and took two glasses, pouring a generous amount of whiskey into each.

Vaughn nodded a bit. He brushed his hair back and leaned against the counter, taking the glass once Roxanne was done pouring.

She sipped on her whiskey, looking tired and mentally drained. This was her after work, looking the exact way she felt all day.

Vaughn took a small drink of the whiskey. “You’re being strangely nice to me after what you accused me of,” he hummed.

"It's the pills. They turn me from workaholic machine to the actual exhausted 24-year-old behind the buttons and wires."

Vaughn nodded his head slowly. “So you still think that I’m the serial killer?”

(Sorry, had to shower)
"I believe anyone can kill if given a good enough reason to."

Vaughn thought about that for a moment. “I suppose you’re right,” he said slowly.

"I would know." She sipped her whiskey. "Being wanted in three different countries isn't fun, let me tell you that."

Vaughn arched a brow as he looked at her. “Wanted in other countries?” He repeated. He hadn’t been out of the country since his second foster family when he was 15. But the whispers told him to break their other sons arm for making fun of him. They dropped him off at the agency and left him there that same night.

"Mom was a travel agent, Dad was a private assassin. Let's just say that Mom was less than pleased when her daughters took after her husband."

Vaughn gave a hum in response, bringing his glass that was still a bit full to his lips. He tipped it back, finishing with what seemed like ease. An alcoholic and a killer, hm? Just like your daddy, the whisper mused by his ear.

There was a knock at the door and she opened it to reveal her food. She paid and took it, closing and locking the door. "Food's here. Finally."

Vaughn set his glass down in the sink. He wasn’t an alcoholic. He just liked to drink a few glasses of the old gas station liquor each night. He looked over at Roxanne and nodded his head.

She took out the food, grabbed a fork, and dug into her food. She didn't speak, she didn't have anything to say.

As the smell of the food caught in Vaughn’s nose, he suddenly didn’t feel hungry anymore. What was he doing here? He shouldn’t be here.

If he left, she wouldn't stop him. She'd just find him again the next morning and the cycle would start again until she could get him to confess to the murders.

Vaughn leaned against the counter, deciding he wouldn’t eat. “Are you keeping me here over night?” He asked.

"Yep. Sorry sweetheart, you're stuck here with me." She shrugged, not looking up from her food.

Vaughn resisted the urge to grimace when she called him that. “Can I at lesst get cleaned up, then? Get a shower and such?”

"Knock yourself out." She drained the rest of her whiskey, pouring another glass.

Vaughn nodded his head at that. He walked away and went into the bathroom. He turned the shower water on, undressing as he waited for it to warm up.

She headed to her room. It was the smallest room in the house but it got the job done. A bed and chest of drawers squished into the corner with a desk and chair took up the small space.

Vaughn got in the shower and shut the curtain. He sighed as the shower water hit his skin. He ran his fingers through his hair, getting it wet.

She slid into her chair and turned on her desk light, getting back to work from the night before.