i'm callin' the shots.

       FANFARE ISN’T EXPECTED – of course her gang loves their leader but she was never a woman of touchy feely tastes && she expected to be greeted the way she always was. it wasn’t the case as she’d been away on business for longer than she meant to – things got out of hand, lead to other things, it was a mess but she’s back.

      his arms wrap around her && spin her as she’s lifted upward, heels lifting from the ground in a sudden moment that leaves her both surprised && speechless. && before she’s actually able to slap his shoulder && ask him what the hell he’d had to drink && why he wasn’t sharing it – he kisses her.

       it’s a moment that stops her heart && peels the world away around them – just the two together – eyes fluttering closed until he pulls away, leaving her breathless && dazed in the unexpectedness of it all. though for some reason she can’t seem to hide the small smile that pulls red lips so sweetly – despite her want to hide it away && punch him for it all.

       ❝ missed ya too, vic. ❞

lmao @ me trying to be active || accepting

       ❝ what can i say ? i wouldn’t be one a’ the most notorious criminals in the underground if i didn’t come with a few surprises a’ my own. ❞

lmao @ me trying to be active || accepting

        ❝ y’ain’t supposed to be THAT honest, jesse !! i swear on b.o.b i’m gonna throw ya out where ya came from, so help me !! ❞

       the gunslinger affirms her words with another swift hit with her elbow to his stomach – she’s definitely not going to stop hitting him && he can suffer.

lmao @ me trying to be active || accepting

      THERE’S A SULTRY little laugh that leaves red lips before she takes her time, sipping the last bits of whiskey from her glass.

       ❝ i ain’t givin’ away my plans t’you – nice try though. ain’t no sleep when there’s good whiskey t’be had && plans t’be made, sugar. ‘course, i could add you on the list a’ things keepin’ me up, if y’think yer luck’s runnin’ good tonight. ❞

lmao @ me trying to be active || accepting

      ❝ now where’s the fun in that, sugar ? an’ here i was likin’ the thrill a’ the chase – though i have to say i like the needy look on ya. ask me again an’ maybe i’ll do it. ❞

unprompted || literally always accepting

      BEING HUGGED BY the omnic is a surprise – not that she isn’t used to large omnics – but physical affection of any kind was an oddity to her. she can’t say she didn’t miss her in return but she feigns a sort of aloofness as she steps back.

       ❝ sugar, if yer gonna keep on crushin’ me like that y’ain’t gonna have me back long. ❞

      the gunslinger straightens her vest before placing a hand on her hip – oh, being missed was a nice feeling (  one she wouldn’t let on to enjoying, really  ).

      ❝ been busy settlin’ some things – y’know the law ain’t never gonna touch me so y’don’t gotta worry none. ❞

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try as he might, no matter how much he thinks he’s grown from the naive boy he used to be once raised alongside chicken and cattle that should have known nothing beyond the acres of fields of gently swaying wheat and failed attempts at growing corn - there will always be a part of that dreaded gang ingrained into him. a farm boy wasn’t supposed to know the ropes of crime and homicide, but here he is, a handful of decades old and he’s seen most of the ugly that the world has to offer. 

he didn’t know better when he was younger, having been foolishly tricked into thinking that life couldn’t get harder than to be initiated into a gang when he’s yet to fill out his boots and grow a full beard, but it did, and those experiences turned an innocent boy into a cold-blooded man whose right hand man was a trusty, rusty revolver who’s been through more things with him than anyone else. 

life outside of 66 was different, certainly not easier when there’s a bounty on his head, but…never would he have thought there was so much beauty in a world that he thought was merely barren plains and scorching sun. in some places, there were gentle valleys of wildflowers that waved carefree in the life that whispering breezes breathed into them, there were places where after it rained, it brought out the prettiest bevy of colors in the sky, where birds sang morning songs and hares grazed peacefully. these were things he didn’t see in the gorge. these were reasons why he soon grew to develop a nasty taste in his mouth at that deadbeat town where all there was was burning sand and tarnished metal while petty gang wars terrorized the town. 

if only those who had raised him could open their eyes and see that the world was much bigger than the small reality they lived. but…they couldn’t. and he rid himself of the memories of the gorge alongside the only people he ever found himself to ‘trust’.

at least, he thought so, anyway. until the news of an omnic attack struck quite literally too close to “home”. jesse mccree has never bolted so quickly in his life.

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      SCENT OF METAL && FIRE -- not a foreign smell to her, the twisted && liquefying metal with the arizona heat making it that much worse. the air was filled with gunpowder && explosives but not a soul dares break upon the wreckage now standing still like a haunted battlefield left in history.

       to say it had been the toughest battle of her life was an understatement -- there were losses on all sides of this && yet the only ones that weighed on her at all were her own. she’s angry on the surface but inside, she mourns knowing they served their purpose, pulled their weight && died for her in glory. she’d have to make sure to find the bodies && give a proper send off -- but this exact second wasn’t the time. she’s all but business despite the pain she feels, standing tall as their leader in the end && taking what she needs to on her shoulders, even with the injuries she’d sustained. covered in blood -- both her own && others.

       there’s little time after the fact to find those who would cling to life even if just barely -- only a small amount of time to find && rescue. for that she’d brought a spare few to comb the area -- bring those back in to tend to them in hiding -- after moving who was left to another location lest they come back && finish the job.

      the gang sits in silence -- waiting && watching as their leader instructs upon hearing footsteps approach. he’s the last thing she needs right now -- a thought wandering her mind as to why he was here in the first place -- though there’s a small part of her she pushes down, knowing there’s a certain relief in his familiarity in a time stained red with immense loss.

       the sound of her rifle lever echoes through the silence as she makes herself known -- careful && calculated in appearing, hesitant in giving away her position to those who would come back to hurt her && her own.

      ❝ what’re you doin’ here, jesse ? ❞

Smooches Ashe and Miyeon.