The first time Eve Genoard ever drank was with Luck. They had been discussing a business deal that they both knew would result in a loss for the Gandors, but she'd been through so much and spoken so confidently, and maybe the three brothers weren't really cut out for the Mafia after all. Knowing that Berga would tease him for weeks afterward about his soft spot for the Genoard girl, Luck signed the relevant papers and offered her a glass of wine to seal the deal. Eve was reluctant to take it, but it was different from the cheap booze Dallas used to smell of when he staggered into the house in the early hours of the morning, and if that was the way business was to be done, then so be it.

It was sweeter than what she had expected.

The first time Eve ever got drunk was also with Luck. She had become something of a permanent fixture around the brothers, and was always eager to converse with Keith's wife or Firo and Ennis, if they were ever around. It was a year and a half after her first taste of alcohol, and they had been celebrating something – what it was, exactly, none of them recall, but summer was coming to an end and the weather would soon grow cold, and they may well have been toasting to a cloudless night or a new deck of cards or Ennis and Firo making progress in their relationship and sitting a foot apart from each other, instead of the usual three.

Whatever the situation was, they all had drank just a little too much, and while most of them went to sleep feeling slightly tipsy, Eve had spent the last half hour of her night running off to vomit in the Gandor's bathroom sink.

Luck held her hair away from her face.

That night, he took it upon himself to make sure she didn't throw up in her sleep or roll off of the couch. He might have been over-reacting, blaming himself for forgetting that she was younger and smaller than the rest of them and couldn't quite drink as much without feeling the effects, but Luck couldn't deny that there were some perks to the job – for example, there was no way he could say he disliked it when Eve shifted in her sleep and curled up next to him.

At five o'clock that morning, just as Luck began to drift off, the bundle of blankets and pillows beside him started to move.

"Nngh…where…oh. Hi, Luck." Still mostly asleep, Eve rubbed her eyes, figuring that she was still in the Gandor's home and that it was an unusual hour to be awake at.

They spent a minute or two in silence, sliding in and out of sleep. Luck woke up completely when Eve cozied into his side, though.

"You're warm," she informed him.

"Mhmm."

Eve kicked the blankets off the couch as she moved her face towards his.

The first time Eve – or Luck, for that matter – ever kissed someone was that morning, before the sun had started to rise over New York, and it was sweeter than the sweetest wine.

They woke up at the same time, Eve still curled under Luck's arm and a pile of cushions and sheets at their feet, not long after the windows had been opened and light had poured into the quiet room.