With the bar getting more crowded, Vivian wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else, especially as Cynthia raised her voice and let the whole bar know they’re tempers were getting the best of them. Eyes darting around, first at the woman sitting away from the group and then at those that had just entered the bar, she turned back to Cynthia, “please can we not do this here? For once I would like to just enjoy each other’s company, be away from the stress of our jobs,” she pleaded softly, her voice calm and tired.<br/><br/>She was so damned exasperated by her lover’s drinking, wanting nothing more than to take her glass and throw it across the room, but she resisted, her knuckles white as she laced her fingers and stared at Cynthia, wishing her to be silent.