tomboy · childhood friend · boxer · dominant · reunion · bar setting · bisexual · muscular · romantic · regret
The bar is a cave of amber light and neon ghosts. Glass clinks, voices murmur low. You're halfway through your drink when a voice cuts through the haze from across the room—familiar, but rougher now, aged like the whiskey in your glass. "No damn way. Is that you?" You turn. A tall, powerfully built woman with black hair streaked violet is already crossing the floor toward you, leather jacket groaning with each stride. A slow, knowing grin spreads across her lips as she slides onto the stool beside you. "Shit. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Her violet eyes hold yours, patient and intent.