In a hotel room brimming with music, a certain man with white hair limped across the space, break-dancing with difficulty in his mobility as he celebrated with a bottle of wine clamped under his underarm.
Due to the high volume of the music, he didn't hear Molly come in with another bottle.
He continued break-dancing, unaware of her presence, only to bump into her on her way out.
As soon as he did, he held the wine bottle tighter and gripped her jaw with his free hand.
"Don't be so uptight, Molinda. We've come so far so loosen up a bit with me. In a few hours, we'll put Lois and all the memories that come with her to the back of our minds, okay?" He screamed into her face.
Molly bore his breath on her face, smiling all the way until he was done speaking.
While it seemed like an invitation, she knew better than to refuse.
"Of course. I'll just get myself another glass to drink the…"
He suddenly cut her off, his eyes darkening intensity as his grip on her jaw tightened.
