Her heart beat just a little faster.  Because she could read the integrity in Walter’s eyes.  She’d always know it was there, in his and Jules, else she’d have never stuck around with either.  He might stylize them after the two killers of the old world, but neither Walter or Jules had a cruel bone in their body.  Kenzie knew cruel. She’d seen cruel.  And she’s fled that life for this one, where the people were hard when they needed to be, but only for the right reasons.<br/><br/><em>I know.</em><br/><br/>Even if she rarely told them.  Even so, with whiskey on the brain, slipping into the seat next to Jules was much easier.  She trusted Jules sober.  Tipsy, moving closer, letting the brunette's hand find her flesh, guiding lips to hers for that kiss so much like the first time they’d been together, seemed almost natural.  Kenzie’s hand slipped around Jules’ torso, finding Walter’s hard chest right there behind her.<br/><br/>And they kissed. Slowly. Carefully.  Dancing the steps that came so naturally to Jules, while Kenzie seemed to need a refresher lesson.  Demons were buried deep, and Kenzie let them stay, choosing to give her trust to this woman who had been her companion upon the ship for months and months now.<br/><br/>The kiss broke and she pulled back, her eyes shifting to the man who sat just behind.  “Is that so,” she whispered back.   “And what else does our captain like?” she teased, almost surprised at the sudden easy slip.   Kenzie could drink.  Kenzie could put away the shot and never phase.  Yet, in this moment, deep down, it was what she wanted.  Letting go.  Feeling free.