"Clubbing?" Richie asks as he steps into the bedroom to find Alana all dressed up.

"I am getting bored" she states shrugging her shoulder as she sprays some perfume on the side of her neck.

"You can always drink in here if you..."

"It's not about the drinks Richie, I just want to be out and..."

"And feel you are not bound to me in anyways, want to feel free and all. I know" he interrupts her.

"Oh please, do not start" she rolls her eyes.

"I am not, be my guest" he grumbles moving past her.

"Don't let the few kisses between us get in your head Richie"

"I would not dream on it" he states as he pulls out his clothes and she cannot help ask.

"Another party?" she comments but he just starts to undress without any shame.

"At least have the courtesy to change in the bathroom" she remarks.

"If you have that then turn around" he states back making her scoff as she picks up her shoes.

"Have fun" she states as she walks out of the room with her shoes and bag in her hand.

Alana hums a tune as she sits on the sofa and starts to wear her shoes, when done she gets up only to find Richie walking downstairs dressed casually something she has not seen before.

"Are you hanging out with your friends?" she asks in confusion.

"Going to have some fun" he winks as he grabs his car keys and walks out while she blinks in surprise wondering what fun needs him dressed so casually.

*******

"Really?" Alana grumbles as she watches Richie's car following her, so stopping the car she gets out asking him to get out as well.

"You are kidding right?" she asks as he walks out of the car.

"What?" he asks innocently.

"Don't act, why you are following me?" she asks him and he just shrugs his shoulder.

"I am not, what makes you think so?" he asks instead and she glares at his way.

"Don't play games with me, it really is not a co-incidence that we are driving the same place"

"Well, you did say to have fun so I am going to have fun but this time your way" he grins and Alana stares at him dumbfounded.

"You got to be shitting me"

"Whatever, well it's getting late bye" he winks as he gets in the car and drives off.

Alana eyes Richie as she takes her regular seat while he stays in a table ordering up things which the waitress was too happy to serve.

She scoffs as the girl stands too close to him and giggles at something he said.

"Bloody fucker, knows exactly how to do it" she grumbles eyeing him.

"Your usual" the bartender states as he puts her drink in front of her and she gulps it all down in one go.

"Relax girlie, what has gotten into you" the bartender asks as he watches her.

"My idiot husband" she speaks getting off the stool and making her way towards him.

"Back off he is taken" she speaks pushing the waitress away before standing in front of Richie.

"Am I now?" Richie asks with a teasing smile and Alana grabs his collar asking him to get up.

"Follow me" she commands as she walks out of the bar.

*******

"What? I was just trying to have fun, now do be a spoilsports" Richie speaks as soon as they get out of the bar.

"You get out of here this instant and back at home doing whatever you always do" she commands him and Richie just raises his brow in amusement.

"Giving commands are we now?" he asks teasingly fueling her anger.

"I swear Richie, whatever games you are playing will not work on me. You cannot just walk in here and ruin my evening" she warns pointing a finger closer to his face.

"Ruin your evening but how?" he acts innocent as he walks closer to her and Alana frowns walking backwards.

"Just go home"

"But I want to have fun"

"Why do you even want to have fun?" she asks flushed as he traps her body with his.

"May be then I can know perfectly how to keep you out of this place and in mine?" he grins nuzzling his nose with hers.

"You are insane now get off me and go back home"

"I should ask you the same, let's go home and be all over each other" he grins.

"We are doing no such things" she tries to push him off her but he grabs her wrists and puts it behind her back.

"If you do not do what I ask of you then what makes you think I will do what you want me to do. I want to see what holds your interest in this place...

It's not like we cannot drink in the house, something must be very interesting in this place for my wife to end up coming her all the time" he whispers hotly in her ear before licking her earlobe once.

"Whatever, you can rot in here for all I care" she grumbles fighting off his hold and he lets her go.

"Sure, next time do not interrupt or command me when I am actually having fun" with that said he walks back in the bar.

Alana fumes as she watches him walk back inside of the bar but instead of walking in she makes her way towards her car driving away.

*******

"Where did you go?" Richie asks as he watches his wife once again stumbling back home.

"Go away" she grumbles as she pulls her heels and throws it out of her feet and dropping her bag she makes her way towards their room.

"I thought you only visited that bar, specifically" he comments as he picks up her bag and shoes.

"Just like there are plenty of fish in water, there are plenty of bars in the town I visit"

"Are you just going to be back home drunk all the time?" he asks as they enter the room and she starts to pull the clips off her hair.

"Did you have fun?" she asks before dropping on the bed and crawling to get to her side.

"Change your clothes" he asks but she just waves her hands.

"No, too tired, need sleep" she yawns.

"I thought you drove back home" he speaks as he puts her shoes and bag in their respective place before making his way towards the bathroom.

After a while Alana feels someone warm touching her face.

"What are you doing?" she asks pushing his hands away from her face.

"Cleaning you up, you are not sleeping in that dress"

"I don't care" she mumbles trying to move away but he holds her in place.

"But I do, I am not sleeping next to you while you are dressed like that" he warns as he cleans her face.

"Sleepy" she whines but he does not let her sleep.

"Let go" she fights him before she starts to wail.

"Goddammit woman stay still and why are you crying for?" he asks as he runs his hands through his hair but she continues to cry.

"Why do you have to ruin everything?" she starts.

"Oh god" Richie sighs.

*******

"I am just trying to help you" he speaks wiping her tears.

"I don't need your help, I don't even need you with me. I am an independent, strong woman who can take care of herself and does not need you at all"

"I know" he breathes.

"No, you don't" she snaps pushing him hardly and he falls on the bed lying beside her.

"You do not get to walk in the bar and run it for me" she states before straddling him.

"How dare you, you need stop being so nice to me. I know you are not nice, so stop being nice" she warns grabbing the front of his shirt and shaking him a bit before she lies on top of him burying her face on his chest while he holds her in his arms.

"I am not pretending" he whispers as he rubs her back.

"Liar, you men all of you are nothing but trouble and liars" she shudders as she closes her eyes and falls asleep.

"Then why are you lying on me?" he asks but all he feels is her breath on her the side of his neck making him hold her tightly.

*******

"Good morning, Sunshine" Richie greets as Alana walks in the kitchen clutching her head.

"Not so cheerfully" she grumbles as she takes a seat and he just grins sipping on his coffee.

"Can I get on too?" she asks.

"Sure, make it yourself" he speaks walking out of the kitchen.

"You always made me one" she groans turning to face him.

"Yeah, but you are an independent, free woman you should act like one now" he grins.

"Shit" she curses as she drags herself to the coffee machine.

"Where is my breakfast?" Alana asks as she watches Richie have his own.

"You are an independent..."

"Oh come on" she barks glaring at him.

"Well, after last night I am staying away from helping you so go be an independent woman" he grins as he enjoys his meal.

"You are such an asshole"

"Well you rubbing off me so" he states back and Alana stares at him in shock as he has never talked with her in such a way.

*******

"What I won't even get lunch now?" Alana asks as she finds her husband walking around the house with the box of pizza eating it all alone.

"You are an..."

"I get it" she snaps watching him enjoying his pizza as she gives him stinky eyes.

"You are so childish you know, I cannot believe you are treating me your own wife in such a wife...

I hope your stomach hurt and you get food poisoned" she spats following him.

"Look who is being childish now? You want pizza you get it on your own I am not paying a shit for you and make you feel less independent" he speaks with a mouth full of pizza and she grumbles.

"You do not have to pay shit for me" she snaps as she walks away from him towards their room before she walks out with her bag.

"Grocery shopping?" he asks teasingly and she glares at him.

"What? You cannot live alone on just alcohol" he shrugs his shoulder as he lazily lies on the couch.

Alana fumes as she makes her way out of the house and gets in the car, driving out of the place she actually does something she never thought she will.

*******

"What is the difference between theses anyways?" she groans as she puts a bag of butter in the basket and walks before a woman raises a brow her way.

"What the..." she stops as she stares at the eggs which has different amounts written in it.

"New?" someone asks behind her and she turns to face the voice.

"What's the difference anyways?" she asks the man pointing at the eggs.

"This one is fresh and this one few days old"

"It's not that it will hatch a chicken" she shrugs her shoulders.

"No, but chances are they may be rotten" he states before he picks up a box of egg and puts in her basket.

"So, this one is good?" she asks the man who grins.

"How the fuck will I know, just put it there so you can just keep walking" he states and she glares at the man.

"Asshole" she mutters.

"With a Price" he grins making her roll her eyes.

"Gabriel Price" he grins as he starts to put few more things in her basket.

"What exactly do you think you are doing?" she asks as she goes to take out the things he kept.

"Just pretend we are together, some men are following me" he speaks and she turns to looks around.

"So?" she questions.

"If you helped me fool them I will carry the bags to your car and be a perfect gentleman" he smiles and she takes out his things and hands him.

"No" with that she walks away from him.

Alana drives back home with bags of grocery and Richie whistles as he watches his wife struggle to carry the bag.

"I would have helped but..."

"I know you fucker, I am an independent woman" she snaps at him.

"Okay" he nods as he watches her puts the bags down before pulling all of it out of the bag and staring not knowing what to do with the things she brought.

"Ah got all the items from sale, thought just like a woman" he speaks and she frowns.

"Is it not good? I mean they were offering free samples and buy one get one free" she frowns as she stares at the items and doubts on her investment.

"And I guess you tasted the samples?" he asks and she slowly nods her head.

"Did you at least checked the expiry date on those buy one get one free?" he questions and she grabs to check on it.

"It still got one month in it" she speaks making him chuckle.

"And you think you can eat and finish all of that in a month?" he asks making her cringe.

"Why did you not warn me?" she asks as she groans at her choice of shopping.

"Well because you are..."

"Oh shut up" she snaps as she puts the items in the bag.

"And what are you doing?" he asks in amusement.

"I am going back and returning all of it" she mumbles.

"Did you even check your bills before you paid?"

"Of course"

"And did you also read that once bought you cannot return the edible items?" he asks and she zips her lips tightly.

"Thought so" he nods as he walks out of the kitchen whistling a tune and leaving her to deal with the mess herself.

"Because I am an independent woman, shit" Alana groans regretting snapping at him and being too proud to ask for his help.