Ashe was less than impressed with October and it had only just begun. Perpetual night and it's creepy gothic atmosphere? No thanks. Of course that wasn't the only thing that was causing her stress recently. Her working partner, Shades, was under house arrest at home after having a crime he hadn't even committed pinned on him. The authority here was a mess, but at least they were gone for a month. However, it left her doing most of the work on her own. Luckily she was used to pulling the weight and it gave her something to keep her mind off other things. Mainly a certain cowboy.
August and September had been interesting to say the least. First there had been the party where they'd ended up making out, and that had stirred some things up. Despite denying anything outwardly, she knew that she'd let that one go on too long to be considered purely acting. Then again, he'd followed suit. That event had gotten a little easier to not think about as things grew crazy in the town and other more pressing matters took center stage. However, recently, they'd had a full night of alcohol induced emotional honesty and when she'd been sober later she hadn't entirely known how to process that. She'd damned near apologize and nearly forgiven everything in that raw moment. It wasn't that everything she'd said hadn't been the truth, but she felt conflicted by it. It was confusing to spend so many years under the firm belief that she wanted nothing from him. She'd begun to remember there had been a time she wanted so much from him.
Truth be told, she'd gone a bit quiet over the past couple of weeks. She'd tucked into work so that she didn't have to think about it too much. She wasn't trying to ice him out, she hadn't been silent with him or become mean again. It was just that fear had taken over in the morning and she'd withdrawn somewhat. Work had been an easy place to do it. Even then it was getting late and she was pouring over notes of incoming shipments and orders in the warehouse office that she'd laid claim too. With the world flipped over on it's head, she wanted to get these weapons out sooner. So there she was, pushing everything emotional to the side and doing what she did best, business.
Working
August and September had been interesting to say the least. First there had been the party where they'd ended up making out, and that had stirred some things up. Despite denying anything outwardly, she knew that she'd let that one go on too long to be considered purely acting. Then again, he'd followed suit. That event had gotten a little easier to not think about as things grew crazy in the town and other more pressing matters took center stage. However, recently, they'd had a full night of alcohol induced emotional honesty and when she'd been sober later she hadn't entirely known how to process that. She'd damned near apologize and nearly forgiven everything in that raw moment. It wasn't that everything she'd said hadn't been the truth, but she felt conflicted by it. It was confusing to spend so many years under the firm belief that she wanted nothing from him. She'd begun to remember there had been a time she wanted so much from him.
Truth be told, she'd gone a bit quiet over the past couple of weeks. She'd tucked into work so that she didn't have to think about it too much. She wasn't trying to ice him out, she hadn't been silent with him or become mean again. It was just that fear had taken over in the morning and she'd withdrawn somewhat. Work had been an easy place to do it. Even then it was getting late and she was pouring over notes of incoming shipments and orders in the warehouse office that she'd laid claim too. With the world flipped over on it's head, she wanted to get these weapons out sooner. So there she was, pushing everything emotional to the side and doing what she did best, business.