Distortion

[Wesker]

Apartment C-53C Planet Gran Canaria, Omega-49
01/5/808 AS, 22:16

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After walking in, Annabelle walked around the Apartment. Taking in every piece of it, it was well organized - some medals and ribbons were hung up on the walls. In other places were pictures of Lucien with his family before he left, most notably though - there was a painting of Anna against the wall next to the entrance to the Fire escape. She couldn't quite tell though, she didn't jump to conclusions; seeing it sent a bit of a rush through her - head to toe.

Is that... me? She said as she turned to face Lucien, who was a bottle of rum from one of the cabinets near the kitchen. Upon seeing it and her blank face, he tensed up a bit. Deciding that answering was better than trying to hold back and blush, he replied: It is, I was going to give it to you. Anna turned back, with a bit of a smirk this time. She'd never really been in this position before, hell, she was just as nervous as Lucien now. I look that good? I feel like you're being a bit generous here. He set the drinks down before walking over a bit closer to Anna, he focused on the painting in depth, now trying to hide his blush. No, I definitely think that's accurate. He said smirking back at Anna, she held the same expression for a second before she blanked out; as she turned back towards the image she spoke with a more blank tone: My past doesn't bother you does it? You of all people?
Why would it? You hate where you came from, I hated what the other families on Crete have become. You were cheated out of your childhood, you haven't told me much else. About your mother.
I know I guess I'm just... afraid, paranoid, weird... I have trust issues I guess.
You don't have to be afraid of anyone here, especially me. If I'm coming off as intrusive you know you can...
I think we should start searching for the bottom of that bottle. Anna cut him off, knowing full well she was killing the mood. She certainly had an interest in Lucien, and his nationality and past didn't matter to her at all. In fact it had quite the opposite effect.

-25 minutes later-

You're lying, not even that... what was her name... cass Anna struggled to get the word out, being drunk didn't help at all either.
Sandra? She hates my guts, she's half Maltese.
But she's still really pretty.
She's not really my type though.
Hessians are your type? She said turning to her side on the couch facing Lucien, one arm bent over the top.
Hessians with Bretonian accents that fall from the sky? I'd be blessed. What about you?
It's not even a question; Hispanic guys are way more handsome than Rheinlandic ones.
Think you'd stay with one if you got the chance?
Yea, I think I would. Without warning she threw herself over him wrapping her arms around and kissing him.

Are you going to remember this tomorrow morning? He said as she broke off for a second. YES! Now shut up and kiss me more before I start forgetting.