nine in the afternoon

Finn rolled his eyes at the other when he was shushed again, he wasn’t a loud person, never had been so he had a feeling the other was being over dramatic with her shushing right now. He rose an eyebrow at her remark however “I’m sorry?” He replied, wondering how it was cliche that his car had broke down, it’s not like he had done it on purpose. “I don’t know if it broke down, or if it’s just out of gas- either way it’s not starting and I don’t want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere all night.”

“Guy gets lost, his car breaks down -- that sort of cliché,” she rambled. Unfortunately Brinley lived too much in her movies sometimes and she let it help her understand real world situations. “Not important, whatever,” she waved the thought away, noticing that the remark had unexpectedly lingered with the other. When he continued to explain the situation, Brinley nodded, “Alright well take me to your car. I’ll have a look over the damage and see if there’s anything I can do.”

“I didn’t realise I was raising my voice, I’m pretty sure that this is just my normal register.” Finn told the other, looking over her shoulder to the horse in question, “Well it’s a good job my plan wasn’t to come here and purposely stress horses out now, isn’t it.” He teased lightly, “My car broke down and my mobile is dead, I was wondering if you had any gas or knew someone I could call. Or if you had any idea about how to fix a car?”

“Shh!” she shushed once more over dramatically, guiding the young man away from the expecting mare’s stable. “How cliché,” the brunette remarked in passing while listening to his story. She nodded. “Yeah we have phones you can use and even gas. We have extra canisters for the tractors,” she explained, “But I can skip you all the trouble and just have a look over your car. If it broke down you’re going to need more than just gas to get it running again.”

“We’re going on a run,” she replied. “So no need to shower now, Brin, you can just shower after.”

“You did not just use the ‘R’ word while directly addressing me,” Brinley gasped dramatically as if Clary had offended her in the worst possible way. “You disgust me.”

“Yeah, no, that’s not the appropriate outfit for what we’re doing,” Clary said, looking the other up and down. “Go change.”

Brinley looked down at her filthy work clothes and looked back to Clary. “Well, I guess I should change regardless.” She was always a mess whenever she got out of the stables and even then she never really was the kind to dress up. “Where are we going though? How should I dress?”