Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
This was so very bad, sooooo very, very bad. Airlia Mondai had just slapped someone, and not just any someone, but Victor Vincenzi! Airi couldn't believe herself, what HAD she been thinking? (she hadn't been thinking, was the obvious answer) Immediately, Airi was filled with regret, she had taken this too far and she was about to apologize when Victor grabbed her wrist in a vice-like grip. His blue eyes bore deeply into her own and the menacing, angry look within his crystal gaze, sent shivers down her spine.

"you should not have done that, Mondai,"
This was it, he was going to kill her and eat her liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. Airi was panicking now, full on panicking. Victor was too close, looking down at her in that way that always made her stomach do backflips and she needed to get away from him, now. Airi tried to wriggle her hand from his grasp, but his grip was iron tight, and Airlia was reminded of a boa constrictor wrapped tightly around it's prey.

"Victor, wai-" she had begun to say, trying to avoid whatever torture he had planned for her, but then he was leaning in close, for the second time that night, so close, too close and Airi's poor heart was fluttering in her chest like a caged bird, unlike before, Victor didn't pull away at the last minute, no, this time he pressed his perfect, sweet mouth fully against her own in a kiss that burned right through Airlia. Maybe it was the firewhiskey, maybe it was all the teasing from earlier, but, despite being as angry as she was, Airi found herself giving into the kiss after just a moment's hesitation. She was still cursing him furiously in her head, though.