Douse the Flames

Liz is nearly to her third glass of whiskey, slowing down if only to breathe, when her eyes stray towards the couch in the living room, and—It takes everything in her power to not suck the whiskey up her nose, or drop the bottle on the floor in order to reach for a gun that isn’t there.The foreign, shadowy shape watching her from the couch is only Thiago.“What—” Though the whiskey didn’t end up in her nose, thank God, she chokes on the little still sitting in her throat. She squeezes her eyes shut and coughs into her sleeve hard enough that she almost retches.“Liz?” comes Thiago’s voice, hedged with both confusion and concern. “Are you alright?”“Fuck—” Liz wheezes for air— “you.” She gulps down another breath, and her hand comes to clutch at the front of her shirt as her heart palpitates in directionless adrenaline. “Jesus Christ. What are you doing here?”~*~Or, there is a fire raging in Liz Webber's head. And, unexpectedly, a Thiago laying on Liz Webber's couch.