She came home with her shoes in her hand [Aurora and Bella]

[deuxiemetoile]

The sun was just coming up, tinting the sky a brighter blue than it had been minutes before, when Aurora came back to the mansion. Her shoes were in her hands, high heels that would have been a pain to run in. They had been her favorites when she worked in the Hellfire club, the best to make her legs look perfect for the clientele. That felt

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[killtosavealife]

Bella herself had spent most of the night wandering around the mansion. The week she had in 1985 still playing hard in her mind. She was still angry, and more than just a little frustrated that she didn't have the opportunity to snap Stryker's neck in half when he was as close as he was.

She may never get that opportunity again.

With a half bottle of bourbon, she headed back towards her room. As soon as she rounded the corner, she practically bumped right into the other woman, which almost turned fatal for the bottle she was holding.

"Fuck.. sorry."

[deuxiemetoile]

Aurora had caught the bottle with her free hand before it hit the ground, and she handed it back to Bella gruffly as she shook her now sticky hand. "Merde, is this bourbon?" She smells the alcohol on her hand before sighing through her nose and shaking her head.

"It is alright, no one is hurt and nothing is a shattered mess."

[killtosavealife]

She moved her eyes from the bottle, to the woman, and then back to the bottle again. After taking it, she herself gave a rather annoyed sound.

The accent was unmistakable, and she knew the French curse well (having used it enough herself over the years).

"Merci." she said, forcing a quick, yet entirely bitter smile.

[deuxiemetoile]

Aurora wanted to roll her eyes. There was nothing more annoying to her than someone who thought they could speak french to her just by saying Merci and Bonjour. She just forced a smile though, taking back the bottle, opening it and taking a swig before handing it back.

"It is a bit early for bourbon, non?"