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[sub]A [@SouffleGirl123] & [@HaleyTheRandom] collab; Featuring [color=DC143C]Miles Price[/color] & [color=00FFFC]Lilith Montgomery[/color][/sub]
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Miles idled by the front door of the bar still dressed in his formal work clothes, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his blazer. He pulled out his phone and glanced down at his messages. Earlier that day Lilith had messaged him for a debrief session from the night before so here he stood awaiting her arrival. [i][color=DC143C]At least we’re on hanging terms[/color][/i] he thought to himself with a sigh. The night before seemed to bring so many more questions than answers and none of the very few answers he got had anything to do with last Monday night. He still had no clue what Lil remembered or where they stood in their relationship at the moment. 

Just when Lilith thought that her life couldn’t get any more strange, her mother had appeared in a burst of light. She had spent all of last night catching up with Claire. Where have you been? How are things? Did your spirit abandon me on purpose? What was the situation with Miles? How was John? What about the ranch? The Coven? Mary? What was the deal with Carlisle? What hobbies do you have now? What music do you like? How many tries did it take for you to get your license? 

So. Many. Fucking. Questions. 

Lilith loved her mother, and she knew and felt that she was beyond blessed with the fact that the woman had literally magically reappeared in her life - but that wasn’t a big enough distraction to keep her brain from feeling like it was melting. The young woman had caught wind that her grandfather had a doctor's appointment that afternoon, and Claire had fought tooth and nail to drive him there. That meant that Lilith would finally have some time to talk to Miles. 

The situation with Carlisle was still sticky, so Lilith had decided to shoot Miles a quick message that morning, asking to meet him at Huskers. 

Once she had arrived that afternoon [url=https://www.gotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/photos/maia-mitchell/in-jeans-shopping-in-west-hollywood/Maia-Mitchell-in-Jeans-Shopping--03.jpg]Lilith[/url] approached the entrance and easily found Miles, since he was standing right by the door. 

[color=00FFFC]”I don’t know about you - but I could really use a drink,”[/color] she joked as she approached the young man, a small smile on her face. 

Miles had just looked up from his phone to do another sweep of the street in front of him to see Lilith walking toward him. He flashed the small woman a smile of his own. [color=DC143C]"After last night? I need at least 3,"[/color] he responds, opening the bar door and waiting for her to enter first. 

Miles was still trying to wrap his head around the events that had happened the night prior. Even just trying to wrap his head around the fact Claire was back was a struggle for the man. Not to mention that his mother was in a mood when they got home. He wasn't sure what rattled her more, the altercation with John or the fact the closest thing she had to a sister just reappeared as if she never died. Regardless, she was obviously in some form of shock.

[color=DC143C]"I don't think my mum's all too impressed with your paw paw after last night,"[/color] Miles says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. [color=DC143C]"What about yours? Has she asked you every question under the sun yet?"[/color]

At the mention of her grandfather, Lilith couldn’t help but sigh. She understood why he was so protective - and she had gotten a total earful after Miles and Mary had left - but she wasn’t excusing his actions. 

[color=00FFFC]”I’m sorry. He just… I don’t think he was actually [i]going[/i] to shoot you,”[/color] she replied, entering the bar. [color=00FFFC]”You just have to understand what that summer was like for me after…. Everything. Or actually - maybe it’s better you don’t,”[/color] she rambled on with a chuckle. Making their way across the slightly sticky floor, Lilith pulled out a barstool as she continued their conversation. [color=00FFFC]”Every damned question under the sun, moon, and stars,”[/color] the brunette grumbled. 

As the bartender approached - a newbie named Samantha, fresh out of training - Lilith began to order for the two of them. [color=00FFFC]”Dozen buffalo wings, ranch please. Carrots, no celery. The garlic bread, add cheese. A shot of Jose with extra lime, and for you…”[/color] she said, her eyes settling on Miles. [color=00FFFC]”I’m assuming whiskey?”[/color] 

At the mention of the Summer after their break-up, Miles clenched his jaw. He'd kept his distance from Lil then, his mother had made sure of that, but that didn't mean he'd hadn't heard of Lilith's state. He didn't really know how to respond, was 6 years too late for a sorry? Instead he remained silent as he traversed the sticky floor of the bar and settled onto the stool next to Lilith. He pulls off his blaser and drapes it over his lap, the bar was already stuffy enough as is.

It wasn't long before Lil was ordering for the both of them, seeming to remember their orders perfectly. [color=DC143C]"You know me too well,"[/color] he says as she asks him about his drink choice. [color=DC143C]"I'm impressed, 6 years and you still know our order like it was yesterday."[/color] Miles shakes his head before his eyes are temporarily distracted by the scene before him. Even on a Monday night the bar seemed to be keeping a healthy patronage, not that there was much else to do in this town. 

As their drinks are set on the table he turns once more to Lilith, giving her a half smile. A single question played on his tongue until he could no longer contain it. [color=DC143C]"Look, I'm not an empath or a mind reader or whatever but I think we've both been holding in the same question. Last Monday… what happened? Like, what do you remember?"[/color]

[color=00FFFC]”As many times as I’ve repeated it, I think it’ll be the only thing I can remember when I’m old and riddled with dementia,”[/color] she joked, trying to keep the mood light while she watched the bartender ring their order in on the POS system. Regardless of what had happened between them, Miles had remained one of Lilith’s most favorite people in life. There were certain things that she couldn’t forget no matter how hard she tried - like their bar order for example. 

While Miles continued to speak, Lilith knocked back her first shot of the night, biting into the lime slice afterwards. As his words settled in with the bar stench, the young woman felt the heat rise to her face. Clearing her throat, she signaled to the bartender that she was ready for another round of shots before speaking. 

[color=00FFFC]”Well. I remember hitting Carlisle with the tequila bottle, most of the werewolf attack, and the barrier falling. Things are a little hazy around the edges. Starts to get really iffy around the time I remember telling you about John… not too much after that until the next morning when I woke up in your shirt.”[/color] While speaking, Lilith seemed to avoid eye contact with Miles, keeping her focus on the football game flashing on the TV screen behind the bar. 

Miles threw back his own shot, carefully placing the glass back on the bar table. As Lilith speaks Miles attempts to make eye contact with her but hers were fixated behind the bar. With a sigh he spins in his own seat, his eyes also leveling at the TV. As much as he knew this conversation was uncomfortable he knew it was better happening before the liquor took over and they were back to square one with no clue where they were at. 

[color=DC143C]"Well,"[/color] Miles muses. It seemed Lilith’s memories of the night were even less than his. It checked out, the fact that the woman ended up in his bed and not a hospital gurney was beyond him. [color=DC143C]"Honestly, I don't remember much more, it all gets pretty hazy around the time you told me about John. I remember glimpses of us- uh- kissing, in the reception room. Honestly I think I was still a lil drunk in the morning cus I hardly remember rolling out of bed."[/color] At this point the server placed Miles' perfectly timed second shot in front of him. He swipes it off the table and downs it.

Drinking her second shot of the evening, Lilith pursed her lips as she went over her thoughts and memories once more. [color=00FFFC]”Miles,”[/color] she blurts out. [color=00FFFC]”I’m like ninety-five percent sure we slept together.”[/color] 

Miles raises an eyebrow, turning his face to his friend. [color=DC143C]"Ninety-five?"[/color] he questions, tracing his finger across the wooden bar table before them and picking at a couple of the loose grains. [color=DC143C]"Li, you woke up in my bed, in my shirt. I'm willing to bet the chance is probably a lot higher than that,"[/color]

[color=00FFFC]”I know,”[/color] she groaned, facing the facts that were being laid out before her. [color=00FFFC]”Your mom didn’t seem to mind the fact I was lurking around the house though.”[/color] 

Deep down, Lilith knew that she could keep avoiding the inevitable question forever. She could sit there and make all the jokes in the world - but it still wouldn’t change the situation. 

[color=00FFFC]”What are we doing here, Miles?”[/color] 

Miles ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it before gesturing to the bartender for 2 more shots. [color=DC143C]"That's what I was hoping you could tell me,"[/color] he replies softly, trying to capture her purposefully distracted eyes in his own. Part of him called that it knew the answer but he pushed it away. Sure, their reunion last week may have made him privy to a yearning for his former love he hadn't realised he had but was it the same for her?

[color=DC143C]"What I can say though is I think I'm starting to understand that drunken words, sober thoughts mantra you'd always use on me,"[/color] Miles didn't distinctly remember telling her he still loved her but with the deepest part of his soul he [i]knew[/i] it must have come up. A part of him wanted to make that grand confession properly but instead he swallowed his words alongside his next shot of whiskey. Him and Lil were finally on speaking terms again and he didn't want to lose that so fast.

Watching as the offensive team was headed towards their third down, Lilith was grateful for the fact that their food had finally arrived. Beginning to pick at the garlic bread, she stole a quick glance at Miles before turning her attention back to the game. She could tell that he was nervous, and while she thought she had enough anxiety for the both of them - Lilith completely understood where he was coming from. Or at least she’d like to think that she did. 

[color=00FFFC]”But what are we to do with sober thoughts, when we can’t remember drunken words,”[/color] she mused, mostly talking to herself. Taking a bite of the bread, Lilith took her time chewing the food before speaking again. [color=00FFFC]”All I know is that I’m done avoiding you,”[/color] she stated with a shrug of the shoulders, eyes still locked onto the TV screen. [color=00FFFC]”But I’m not sure that we could be ‘just friends’, and I [i]know[/i] that we can’t be anything more.”[/color] 

Miles gave a sigh, gingerly picking up a wing. Lilith was right, as much as he wanted things to go back to what they were there was too much damage between them but there was also too much history to just be friends. He dips the wing in the ranch and takes a bite out of it, waiting until it had completely slid down his throat before talking again. [color=DC143C]"So where does that leave us? What is there in between? I don’t know if I can get by with just being colleagues or whatever,”[/color] he replies.

[color=00FFFC]”Well,”[/color] she began, taking a drink of her Coke. [color=00FFFC]”I guess we’d be… friends, for lack of a better term,”[/color] Lilith laughed. [color=00FFFC]”I reckon the best thing for us to do is just take it day by day. It’s pretty obvious that we still… have feelings for each other. And I don’t think we can sort all that out in just one conversation. So for now… we’ll just take it step by step - and if I wanna get tequila drunk and maybe kiss you at a party, then I’d like to be able to do that too.”[/color] 

With those thoughts out in the open, Lilith knocked back another shot before ordering yet another round. The pace at which Miles and Lilith were putting down their drinks seemed to raise concern from the bartender, who sat two waters on the table with the shot glasses. 

[color=DC143C]"Friends that kiss, sure,”[/color] Miles muses, grabbing the shot glass and downing the next drink. If he was being honest with himself that conclusion felt unsatisfying, empty even. He pushed the water glass away, it was the last thing he wanted right now. Instead he signaled for another round before picking apart a piece of the garlic bread. [color=DC143C]"How’s Carlisle?”[/color] he asks after a moment of silence. He knew Lilith could feel his emotions, no matter how much he tried to cover them so a quick change of the subject felt the perfect way to push the conversation away. [color=DC143C]"You haven’t killed him yet, have you?”[/color]

[color=00FFFC]”You know she ain’t given’ you any more shots until you drink at least a little of that. Poor girl does have to follow the law after all,”[/color] Lilith remarked, watching as Miles pushed the glass of water away. The energy in the room seemed to shift as he did so. Lilith tried to push the thought out of her mind, knowing that if she paid too close attention she would feel exactly what Miles was. 

[color=00FFFC]”Carlisle's fine,”[/color] she huffed, now taking her turn at the wings. [color=00FFFC]”At least I think he is. Haven’t really talked to him. I think gramps would let him stay if he promised not to use any more magic in the house.”[/color] Shrugging her shoulders again, Lilith continued to fight the feelings coming from Miles' way to no avail. 

It seemed as if the young man was trying to fight off whatever he was feeling, making it just a little harder for Lilith to get actual clarity through her abilities. She knew that she was breaking her own personal rule, and she hoped that she could forgive herself for that. More importantly, she hoped that Miles could forgive her for using her powers on him. 

[color=00FFFC]”Are you mad at me,”[/color] she blurted out. 

As Lilith pushes for Miles to drink the water he gives a huff before downing the glass before him. Bartenders truly could be quite the buzzkill yet he knew he was just chasing a numbness he was hoping the liquor could supply rather than a high. At her question Miles gives a sigh, grabbing another wing. Even without Lilith’s empath abilities Miles could feel the shift in the emotional energy of the room. 

[color=DC143C]"Mad?”[/color] he asks after swallowing his next mouthful of chicken. [color=DC143C]"No, I don’t think mad is the right word. What makes you say that? Unless your empath abilities know something I don’t, wouldn’t be the first time,”[/color] he replies. He fought the thought to tell her his feelings mirrored almost disappointment, maybe a bit of confusion and even embarrassment floating in that head of his. She’d probably figure it out anyway. He didn’t know why he was almost so sure that they would get back together as if the hurt of their past wasn’t real. As if it were even a good idea.

The easy way out would be blaming everything on her anxiety - to tell him that she assumed he was mad at her because that’s the way things always seemed to go. She didn’t want to admit that she had used her powers, but - [color=00FFFC]”I’m an empath Miles, I can’t just turn it off. I’m going to pick up on what you’re feeling whether we like it or not.”[/color] 

With another sigh and a drink of water, Lilith set the glass down a little harder than intended, causing a heavy thud to come from the hardwood of the bar. [color=00FFFC]”Maybe mad isn’t the right word,”[/color] she continued. [color=00FFFC]”But I know you aren’t pleased.”[/color] 

A scoff escaped the young man at Lilith's words. Whether it be her empath abilities or not she knew him way too well. Sitting at the bar at huskers may have not been the best place for his next move but Lil seemed unwilling to just let go of the conversation. Miles turned in his barstool so his whole body would face her. Even as the cause of his disappointment she was utterly captivating to him, for as long as he could remember she always was. 

[color=DC143C]"Honestly, Li? I don't think I can settle with friends that kiss, not anymore,"[/color] he says gently, pursing his lips for a moment before continuing. [color=DC143C]"I know we hurt each other and I know commitment was never my strong suit but just… hear me out,"[/color] With that response he meets her eyes for a moment before carefully turning her head by her chin to face him. Miles then presses his lips onto hers, unable to help but taste the buffalo sauce laced on her lips. Why did everything seem to taste so much sweeter that way? He lingered there for a moment, allowing them to share a breath before pulling away. 

[color=DC143C]"You feel it too, don't you? The electric shocks with every touch, your heart almost thumping out of your chest when our lips meet. Don't lie to me and tell me you don't. I might not have your abilities but I know [i]you[/i], Lilith Montgomery. I know the way your brow scrunches up when you're concentrating and the way you seem to impossibly feel colder when you're tired and how you keep a pocket knife in your right boot, and how you haven't threatened me with it even though you've had so many chances to do so this past week,"[/color] he says, keeping his eyes on hers, regardless of if she was looking back at him. [color=DC143C]"What a waste of so much I know to be without you. Wasn't it your great-grandma herself who said we were written in the stars? What sort of Montgomery ignores the calling of the universe herself?"[/color]

The young woman had been focused on trying not to read Miles' emotions, her attention stuck on the various food items in front of them. As she listened to him speak, a thousand feelings ran through her. Fear and curiosity, mostly - but he was right. She couldn’t ignore how it felt when their lips met, or when they brushed passed each other in random hallways; How he seemed to look at her in the way that only he could, ever since they had spoken at the Coven house. All of this was made more apparent when Miles kissed her. 

Maybe it was the tequila going to her head, or perhaps her nervous attachment style - but Lilith couldn’t help it as the heat rose to her face once more, tearing her eyes away from his. She could sit and listen to people talk about their emotions for days on end, but the young woman had never done well when speaking or confronted about her own. Tears pooled in her eyes, careful not to look at Miles as he finished speaking. 

Lilith knew all of the facts. She had spent plenty of time with her great-grandmother Cordelia in the Astral Plane learning about the secrets of Divination, the Montgomerys and her own life. The young woman knew full well that she and Miles would never be able to avoid each other - but she didn’t want whatever sort of relationship this was going to be to be painful. 

[color=00FFFC]”I know, Miles,”[/color] she sighed, blinking the tears from her eyes as she threw back the next round of shots that the bartender finally decided to bring over. [color=00FFFC]”I’m not ignorin’ anything. Not Cordelia, or what I feel for you, or even the [i]fucking[/i] stars. I think part of me wants to be with you, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to trust you, or keep gramps from shootin’ ya.”[/color] At the last thought, a small laugh escaped the girls lips. 

Miles gave a sigh, knocking back his own shot. He grabbed a napkin from the holder and held it out to Lilith. [color=DC143C]"Honestly, At this rate I don’t think what we do is gonna change how close your paw paw is from shooting me at any moment.”[/color] he replies with a shrug. He then mulled over the rest of her words, not quite sure how to respond. He wanted more than anything to know the right words to string together to make Lilith trust him once more but he knew that wasn’t a possibility. The damage had been done, and had been brewing for 6 years. [color=DC143C]"As for trusting me… I don’t know Li. I guess you’re just gonna have to take my word for now. I mean, you can use your empathy if you want but I can tell you all you’ll see in genuineness when I tell you I never want to be the reason you hurt like that again. I don’t know what else I can offer.”[/color]

Grabbing the napkin, Lilith began to dry her face off as she listened to what else Miles had to say. Deep down, she wondered what he expected of her right now. What was it he wanted? Was he expecting her to hit him? Did he want her to jump up and down in excitement, begging to be called his girlfriend? Lilith honestly didn’t know how to respond. Trusting Miles seemed like a very large leap of faith - especially with how much they had been through. She had forgiven him for a majority of it, but forgetting it seemed to be proving more difficult. 

Knowing full well that he was being honest, Lilith sighed. If he knew her as well as he said he did, then Miles also knew that Lilith wasn’t good with things like this. Hopefully he wasn’t expecting her to respond with something as poetic as he did. 

[color=00FFFC]”Well,”[/color] pursing her lips, she thought for a moment. [color=00FFFC]”What sort of position would we find ourselves in if I did want to try and trust you like that again?”[/color] 

Miles took a moment to look over Lilith before offering her another napkin with a lopsided half-smile. He wished he knew what answer Lilith was searching for in that question but he doubted even she knew. For as good as Miles was with flowery language, sometimes the right words were the hardest to find. [color=DC143C]"Hopefully a better one?”[/color] he offers pitifully with a shrug. 

Miles turns back to the TV that had earlier held Lil’s gaze. [color=DC143C]"I really hurt you, didn’t I?”[/color] he asks, his voice barely a whisper. Although he didn’t fall into a pile of tears on the outside like his friend, Miles seemed to hate confrontation just as much as her. He picked at another wing, an attempt at distracting at least his hands.

Taking the second napkin from Miles, Lilith continued to dry her face. A small chuckle escaped the girl at his response. As the young man turned his attention to the TV, Lilith struggled with what to say next. Miles had beat her to it, asking one of the things she had least expected to hear. Her expression hardened as she signaled to the bartender for another round of drinks. 

“Lil,” Sam began with a sigh. “I’m only serving you this much because you work here. Please slow down.” 

[color=00FFFC]”Yeah, yeah. I know,”[/color] Lilith responded, clearly blowing off the bartender's concern. [color=00FFFC]”Make it a double and I’ll try to get out of your hair here soon, hm?”[/color] 

Rolling her eyes, Sam went on her way to make their drinks. With her distraction gone, Lilith had no choice other than to dwell on Miles' words. 

On one hand, she had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. There were plenty of nights that she wanted to scream at Miles, and make him realize what he had done. There was a longing for him to feel the same pain that she had. On the other - how were you supposed to tell someone you loved that they hurt you? How were you supposed to go into detail about the things you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forgive them for - the things you tried to forget? 

[color=00FFFC]”That’s putting it lightly,”[/color] was all Lilith could manage as she threw back another shot. [color=00FFFC]”But we were kids, Miles. No use in worrying over it now.”[/color] 

Miles fell silent, dead silent. That was a rarity for him. Even when his words were few he was accompanied by the tapping of fingers or movement in his seat but for once in his life he was dead silent. His fingers remained still, one of his hands unmovingly wrapped around his next shot. 

He supposed he knew this, or that some small part of him did at least. Their history held ghosts Miles had become pretty adept at running from, shoved away by parties and one night stands. He didn't know what to say as realisation hit him, true realisation. Eventually he finally willed his arm to move enough to down the shot.

Lil's closing statement wasn't much comfort to Miles. For as much as she said it he knew things like this never really left Lilith’s thoughts and just forever pulled at her insecurities. [color=DC143C]"Is it though?"[/color] he responds, his voice small as he avoids her gaze.

Lilith had a horrible habit of bottling things up inside, and that’s exactly what she had done with the whole Miles situation - shoved it into the smallest, darkest corner of her mind that she could find, never to be touched again. With each second of silence that passed between them, it became more difficult for Lilith to hold back her emotions & thoughts. 

[color=00FFFC]”I just didn’t understand,”[/color] she nearly mumbled, now picking at the napkin in her hands. [color=00FFFC]”Why after everything we’d been through… you just tossed me away like I didn’t mean anything to you.”[/color] As Lilith spoke, it was easy to see that she was no longer in the present moment, and instead reliving the past. [color=00FFFC]”I was supposed to go with you, you know? To college. You were going to get your fancy degree, and I was going to get out of this stupid fuckin’ town. We were supposed to get our own apartment and –”[/color] Her voice thick, Lilith shook her head. [color=00FFFC]”But I realize those were my dreams - not yours - and I can’t keep blaming you for not wanting the same things I did. Sure, that first summer after you went away was a little rough, but I’d like to think that I managed it just fine. Gramps & Mary would probably disagree, but whatever.”[/color] 

Miles gave a sigh, unsure on how to respond. He wasn’t even sure what was running through his head in those days. He could make very good guesses but many of those moments were numbed away. [color=DC143C]"You didn’t mean nothing to me, Lil,”[/color] he says softly. Absent words, he knew that. For as many times as he could say it he knew it meant nothing when he never acted those words out.

After a few moments to collect his thoughts Miles still felt he was coming up empty. [color=DC143C]"I really don’t know what to say, Li. I know I wanted a forever for us but I guess… I don’t know. I guess part of me hated seeing you so hurt by me. It was just easier to take the hit of wanting to try other things then admit all I did to you was wrong.”[/color] Miles’ face became hot as he talked. Part of him swore he could feel tears rising to the corners of his eyes but he held them back. It was so unlike him to cry.

[color=00FFFC]”Maybe it’s the trauma bond talking,”[/color] she sighed, still not meeting his gaze. [color=00FFFC]”But I’d like to think that you made the good outweigh the bad. At least most of the time.”[/color] Now trading the torn up napkin for another piece of garlic bread, Lilith turned to look at Miles for a brief moment before registering the expression on his face. Quickly turning her attention back to the food in her hands, Lilith debated on what to do or say next. [color=00FFFC]”I really don’t think you should be beating yourself up over it now.”[/color] 
 
[color=DC143C]"Well, that's something,"[/color] Miles replies to her first comment before taking a chicken wing and biting into it. He hated the awkward silence between their words, both unsure on what to say or how to say it. Miles was done with the pain of the conversation. 

[color=DC143C]"So,"[/color] he starts in an attempt to change the conversation. [color=DC143C]"Friends who kiss sometimes?"[/color] Miles still wasn't entirely sold on that idea but maybe it was just what Lilith needed. Maybe it was what was better for them both.

Lilith was definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol now, and wasn’t quite sure if Miles wanted another shot - yet she still ordered them another round. Sitting up straight, Lilith sighed once more. While being ‘friends who kissed’ would be the most simple thing for them both, Lilith also knew that she was giving Miles more time to break her heart by not being completely truthful about her feelings. 

[color=00FFFC]”Mom said something last night that really got me thinking,”[/color] she stated, staring off into the distance now at nothing in particular. [color=00FFFC]”Said that you should never stop fighting for the ones you love and care about - that’s why she never tried to stop breaking through the astral plane and all that. And I’m not saying that I want to [i]fight[/i] for you, Miles Price, but I do know that it’s going to kill me to see you be with anyone else. And it might be toxic and screwed up to say that - to claim you as my own in only that weird twisted way that I can - but it’s true. Because the truth is that you have plenty of friends you kiss, but I want to be different, dammit.”[/color] 

Miles was stunned, unable to respond for a moment. His eyes flew to Lilith's, meeting them again although she was likely not looking back into his. Soon a goofy smile spread across his face. [color=DC143C]"And you say you don't do words,"[/color] he says cheerfully, nudging her arm with his elbow before downing the last shot and slamming it on the table, more so from the alcohol making him a less aware of his volume then anything else. 

[color=DC143C]"Well I guess that really only leaves us in one place,"[/color] he announces. This was it, what he's been waiting for. It seemed there was weight in him stating he wanted to get back together when they split all those years ago. Almost a [i]told you so[/i] moment he'd keep unspoke. [color=DC143C]"Lilith Montgomery, will you be my girlfriend… again?"[/color] Miles asks aloud. He was swaying from side to side but wasn't sure himself if that was alcohol or his general hyperactivity, or both. 

Heat rising to her face as her words settled in the air, Lilith couldn’t help but laugh as Miles nudged her arm. [color=00FFFC]”I think I’d like that,”[/color] she joked, throwing back her last shot. [color=00FFFC]”But I promise if you break my heart again - you ain’t getting out of this shit alive,”[/color] she half-way joked. 

[color=DC143C]"Oh I’m sure your paw paw would make sure of that. Probably Claire too now she’s back. I’m sure she already has a thing or 2 to say about the past decade,”[/color] Miles responds. Although he was completely serious on both fronts, it had nothing on the joy of the past moment. That goofy smile remained on his face as if he didn’t expect either of Lil’s family members would happily hold a gun to his head, probably right in this moment really. 

[color=00FFFC]”Maybe I’ll get lucky and they’ll let me mount your head on the wall,”[/color] she laughed, throwing down a few bills for the bartender before climbing down off the stool. [color=00FFFC]”C’mon. Let’s go see if we can still convince Ol’ man Jenkins to sell us a bottle down at the truck stop.”[/color] 

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