“Oh really? And why is that?” Katja asked playfully, grinning at Alex. The hint of danger in the air only made it more exciting and made her heart beat a little faster.
She laughed as Alex tried out her nickname. “Yes?” Kat knew that Alex really didn’t have a question but it was fun to try and coax one out of her.
Letting herself be led back to the bar, Kat shouldered her way up to it once they were near. Leaning over, she realized that she had no idea what Alex wanted. She’d take a guess. “Vodka Collins! Two!” she shouted. “Stoli. No rot gut shit!”
The bartender nodded and grinned. Soon, they had their drinks in little plastic cups that had more ice than booze. “Here you go,” she said, handing one to Alex and taking one for herself.
Taking her by the elbow this time, Alex led them to a dark corner and sat down on a small bench that was hidden awa.