#wecometothegunshow

[punkettebrawler]

“I took the liberty of making breakfast. I hope you don’t mind. It’s the least I could do.”

Mason had woken up to the tantalizing smell of food being prepared, and she rubbed her eyes groggily as she sat up. She got up from her spot on the couch and padded barefoot over to where Reese stood and came up behind her, resting her chin on her shoulder to see what she was doing. “Mmh,” she murmured approvingly, inhaling the smell of food deeply. “What are you making?” She asked in a husky voice, hoarse from a mixture of disuse and the heavy drinking they had done the night before.

[punkettebrawler]

“You have nowhere to go and I have a couch. Like it or not, you’re gonna stay.“

Mason peered out through the window just as a streak of green lightning shot across the sky, causing her mouth to twist into a faint scowl. If the darkness of the approaching evening had been her only concern she probably would have gotten up and left, but with the radstorm now bearing down outside Mason resigned herself to stay. “And what do you propose we do?” She asked and turned her gaze to Reese. “Do each other’s hair and paint our nails?” She added with a single raised eyebrow and a smirk, leaning back on the couch and kicking her feet up on the table.