Well, yeah. With a friend. For now. That might be good. Maybe once I have my own place, I'll look into that. Is it something you could [...] add onto someone's existing insurance? Like, to make them extra protected against fire?
I recently met someone who is just living with a friend of his. No lease or anything too. But he lives in a poolhouse which seems like a pretty sweet deal to me! And totally! We can add extra [...] protection onto someone else's insurance. Do you think insurance, like, stops fires from happening? Because that is so not I'll just need to chat with your friend :)
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Timing: A short time after Bearchested
Location: Kelly's pool
Parties: Zack & Sawyer ( @hotbearsawyer )
Summary: Sawyer tries out Kelly's hot tub this time when Zack comes out for a swim.
Content Warnings: None
It was another beautiful summer evening, and Sawyer loafed in Kelly’s hot tub. Eyes closed as the early evening sun beat down on her fur, as the pressure of the jets relaxed her body. She’d already gone for a quick dip in the pool, but relaxing in the hot tub? Perfect way to end her evening before she had to climb out of the backyard and wander off somewhere else. She knew that she could easily stay here all evening and all night, but she had agreed that she’d only use the pool and hot tub when no one was home. Kelly may have flipped her off in response, but she took that as a deal. So that’s what she did: snuck in when she thought no one was home.
Completely relaxed and zonked out in the hot tub, she didn’t hear anyone come home until she heard a door open for the backyard. She lazily opened one of her eyes and saw a figure. Ugh! Last time, Kelly was so annoying about the whole bear thing, and she could almost sense him being obnoxious about fur in the pool and tub—he seemed like the type to care about something like that. She shifted back into her human form, though she was now awkwardly loafing in a much smaller form with human limbs. She pushed herself up and back onto one of the seats—though she was quickly distracted again by the jets beating into her back. Maybe she should use the hot tub in her human form too.
“I promise, I’ll leave soon! Just five more minutes!” Sawyer called out. Maybe she’d need more than five minutes. Maybe ten. She’d figure it out once he started yelling at her to get out of his yard. She looked towards the figure in the yard and tilted her head at the random man standing there. This was definitely not the annoying ranger. “You’re not Kelly.”
—
Jade’s comments about pool parties had made Zack realize he hadn’t been taking full advantage of the pool at his disposal – despite living in the poolhouse. While it was hot enough, finally, to go swimming in the outdoor pool, it had felt like it wasn’t his place. It was Kelly’s house and pool. (Kelly, of course, had insisted that he should use the pool whenever he wanted.) He would be moving out soon, though, and his chances of using the pool were dwindling. So he picked a night when the heat was making him lazy, changed into trunks and brought his towel out.
The call from the hot tub made Zack jump, fear rippling down his spine. Someone was in the hot tub and it was someone who was decidedly not Kelly. But whoever it was, they didn’t sound very scared about being caught. Carefully trailing closer, he saw that the person was very much not Kelly, was the opposite of Kelly in that they were a woman. A naked woman. In the hot tub. Zack looked around, as if he expected to find himself in some other backyard. That was the only explanation, he had ended up in someone else’s yard with someone else’s identical hot tub.
But he knew that wasn’t possible since he came from the poolhouse, where he lived. And this mystery woman (who was, again, naked) apparently knew Kelly. Maybe they had an arrangement? But why wouldn’t Kelly tell Zack about it. Oh, fuck, maybe this was a girlfriend. That would explain why she was so brazenly naked in the hot tub at dusk. “No,” he agreed, “I’m not Kelly. And neither are you.” Really stunning work so far, Zack. “And I know you don’t live here because I live here. So. What are you doing here? And also, who are you?” He didn’t ask why she was naked, but he did come close to it. He hoped the “what are you doing here” would cover that.
Speaking of “cover,” should he close his eyes? Or turn around? Or offer her his towel? Zack briefly tried to do all three, tripped over his feet, caught himself, and settled for just turning around so his back was to the woman. “Also, also, how do you know Kelly?”
—
Who all lived in this house? It was a rather large house with a poolhouse in the back, so Sawyer guessed it made sense for there to be a lot of people. It’s not like she and Kelly talked to one another when she decided their arrangement. All she knew about was a mysterious kid that might be interested in playing with her. Not some other mysterious man, who looked like he was ready to go for a swim.
She laughed when he pointed out that she wasn’t Kelly, and she leaned her arms up onto the side of the hot tub. “You’re right, I don’t live here. I didn’t know Kelly had a roommate,” she replied. “Well, I was just swimming in the pool, before I decided that the hot tub sounded like a nice end to my evening. I didn’t realize anyone else was around though.” She clicked her tongue. “Oh, Sawyer, that’s me. Kelly knows who I am.” Sort of. They swam in the pool together just that one time before she shifted back into a bear and climbed over the fence to get back home.
Sawyer laughed as she watched him trip over himself before fully turning away from her. She hadn’t expected to run into anyone else while here, but at least now she knew that more than just Kelly and a kid lived here. She’d be smarter next time she broke in and went for a swim. “Oh, Kelly and me? Well…” She trailed off, trying to think about how she should answer that. She wondered if he was a ranger, like Kelly, or something else entirely. He wasn’t yet yelling at her about being a shifter, so she guessed that maybe he wasn’t. If he was a ranger too, Kelly would’ve probably warned him about the bugbear that broke into their yard, right?
“Okay, so, Kelly and I… So I told him that I really like to swim, and he has a pool, so I’m allowed to swim here whenever no one is home. I totally didn’t realize you were home though, or else I wouldn’t have stopped by today.” Sure, that made sense. Though now she’d have to figure out a way to explain how she got into the backyard. An explanation that didn’t involve her trespassing without Kelly’s knowledge. “Also, you’re allowed to face me. Unless you want me to, like, cover up or whatever.” She didn’t exactly have clothes anywhere though…or a towel.
—
Instinctively, Zack made to correct her about the roommate comment. He wasn’t Kelly’s roommate, but his tenant. That was an important distinction so he wouldn’t forget that there wasn’t an equal balance of power here. There was no lease or deed that had Zack’s name on it. Not that he thought Kelly would ever hold a thing like that over his head of course. The reminder was for him and him alone. He couldn’t let himself think otherwise about this arrangement. But this strange, naked woman didn’t need to know all the many nuances and intricacies of his relationship with Kelly. Actually, Zack shouldn’t feel beholden to explain the many nuances and intricacies of his relationship with Kelly to a naked stranger.
Which– It sounded like maybe Sawyer was basically a stranger to Kelly too? (Aside from that lingering pause that has stretched out after Kelly and me? Well… that had perked up Zack’s ears. Were they dating? That pause sounded like the kind one might have as they tried to come up with the words for an as yet undefined relationship.) If it weren’t for the fact that she knew Kelly’s name, Zack would think she was making this entire thing up. Honestly, as weird as it was, it also sounded like something Kelly might do. He let Zack move into the pool house just because he had needed a place to stay. Why wouldn’t he offer his pool to someone just because they liked to swim and didn’t have any other place to do it?
“Does he know that you’re swimming naked?” Maybe he did! Maybe they were dating or hooking up. Maybe Kelly was into that. When Zack turned at her prompting, he kept his eyes shut. It wasn’t often that the sight of a naked person had him flustered, but this was less about the nudity and more about the situation overall. At least that’s what he would claim if he ever told anyone about this which was not going to happen. Well, maybe Kelly. He should probably tell Kelly about this.
Somewhere along the line, Zack had decided that turning around and walking back into the poolhouse, leaving Sawyer to her swim, would be rude. So he set his towel on one of the lounge chairs and made his way to the edge of the pool. “You don’t mind if I still swim, do you?” She was confined (nakedly) to the hot tub, so the pool would be safe.
—
Sawyer hummed as she thought through her answer. Technically, Kelly would know that she swam naked because he could probably assume she’d swim in her bear form. The only issue was that this was a very one-sided deal between the two of them. Maybe he expected her to trespass in her human form while wearing a swimsuit next time. “Yeah, he knows. And the problem is that I don’t own a swimsuit,” she answered, deciding that was all as truthful as possible. Even the swimsuit. It wasn’t as though she had ever needed to buy anything like that. Her fur was the only thing she needed while swimming.
She kept her eyes on the man as he got ready for his own swim. She moved around in the tub, leaning her arms against the edge and resting her chin on her crossed arms. “No, I don’t mind at all,” she replied. Though now she was a little jealous that he had the pool all to himself. Sawyer enjoyed swimming with others sometimes, splashing around or just relaxing together. She used to swim around with her younger siblings or sometimes even Darcy on occasion.
Now as she watched him get into the pool, she thought through her options—actually thinking them through. This guy didn’t seem to be all that upset or annoyed at her presence, so that meant he probably wasn’t a ranger like Kelly. She wanted to keep relaxing in the hot tub, but there was the whole issue of no swimsuit and her getting into the backyard by climbing over the fence. Sawyer couldn’t exactly leave the same way she came. That would require shifting in front of this man, and she had no idea how he might respond to that. She turned away from him, her back facing towards the pool, as she sat in the tub, going through all the options of what to do in this situation. It was almost like she was now trapped in the hot tub until he decided to leave or until Kelly got home and…well, she wasn’t entirely sure what Kelly would do. Last time he just took off his clothes and swam with her until she shifted and climbed over the fence.
She glanced over her shoulder and turned around just a bit. “Could I swim with you?” she asked. “I kinda wanna swim now.” The tub was boring now that she couldn’t loaf in her fur.
—
If she didn’t own a swimsuit that meant that she had definitely been naked when she had been swimming with Kelly. Which didn’t have to mean anything! Zack was swimming with her while she was naked, after all. And the arrangement apparently was that she could swim here when no one else was home, which didn’t really sound like she and Kelly were hooking up. Unless it was some kind of kink, where Kelly got off on knowing that Sawyer was swimming naked in his pool while he was away or something. Which. It’s not like it even mattered if they were hooking up, or satisfying some kink together, or were fully dating. Why would that matter to Zack? It didn’t.
Nothing mattered to Zack, in that moment, because he was floating on his back in a perfectly maintained saltwater pool on a perfect summer evening. The only thing that would make things better would be if he had a drink in hand. One of those tropical ones, in a coconut with a paper umbrella. Or just a Natty Ice with a beer coozie. Zack really wasn’t that picky, or fancy.
He had to tread water to shift himself around and meet Sawyer’s eyes at her question. Definitely just her eyes. “Oh. Sure. Too hot for you?” It made sense that she would want to swap – it was still pretty warm out for the hot tub. Zack paddled in an anxious circle. “Maybe I’ll stick to the shallow end, then? And you can go in the deep end?” That way there would be the whole pool between them, and the depth of the deep end would distort things under water enough that Sawyer’s nudity wouldn’t be a problem. Not that it was a problem! It wasn’t. She didn’t seem to care that she was naked, so Zack didn’t care either.
“You never actually told me how you met Kelly,” he prompted. When he had asked, she had just told him about the swimming arrangement. “You don’t work at the fire station too, do you?”
—
"Sure! I can do that," Sawyer agreed. She climbed out of the hot tub and strolled over to the pool. She jumped into the deep end and paddled around a little bit. He seemed nice enough--much nicer than the ranger--so she stuck to her end of the pool, leaving him plenty of space on the shallow end. "Kinda funny that you want the shallow end. You look way taller than me," she commented, as she tread water. She wanted to float on her back, but...there was the whole lack of a swimsuit thing. He was already being nice enough by letting her swim on one end of the pool, so she didn't want to push it too much.
The man asked her a different dreaded question. At least it wasn't how she had gotten into the backyard... But she wasn't sure how to answer his question. She couldn't launch into the story about how she and Kelly growled and roared at each other. That probably wouldn't make too much sense.
"Oh, um, no, I don't work at the fire station," Sawyer replied. "I'm so not the type to be a firefighter." She racked her brain as she paddled over to the edge of the pool. She held onto the edge as she kicked her feet under the water. "We met at a party, actually. We... Well, he was there on some sort of firefighter business. I don't know. And he stayed for a while and joining the party. We got to chatting after that." All true, as far as she was concerned. She just left out the other bits about breaking and entering. "How do you two know each other?" she asked, trying to figure out if he was also a ranger or some sort of hunter.
—
Zack was relieved with Sawyer agreed to his terms and then abided by them, sticking to the deeper end of the pool. He only offered a sheepish grin when Sawyer pointed out that she should be the one in the shallow end. Look, he wasn’t going explain to her why he didn’t want to swap.
He never would have said it himself, in case it might have been offensive, or hurt Sawyer’s feelings for whatever reason, but he agreed with her. She was so not the type to be a firefighter. It had only been maybe ten minutes tops that they had been interacting, but Zack could already tell that about the woman. Something about the story of how she did meet Kelly pinged at his brain, though, and he sat up a little straighter. “Oh. Wait. Was that Baz’s party?” The party that, apparently, according to Jade, Kelly had gotten naked at. Hm. A lot of nudity between Kelly and this woman. Which was fine. Great, even. It almost figured that Kelly had ended up at that party because of work. It wasn’t Zack’s place at all, but he sometimes thought that his roommate (because that’s what they were, right?) let his schedule be a bit too beholden to work and taking care of Flip. “I wasn’t there,” he clarified. “Just…heard about it.”
The story of how he and Kelly knew each other was simple to tell but had felt harder and harder with each pass. “Work, too, actually. I mean firefighter business. There was a fire in my apartment. He wasn’t even supposed to be there, really, so he was kinda…helping me.” Making sure Zack didn’t go into shock on the curb. “And then he found out I didn’t really have a place to stay, and offered the poolhouse.” Which was what made this story hard to tell. With enough distance it was easy to point to what had happened and call it what it was: ridiculous. All’s well that ends well, Zack thought, but that only highlighted how preposterous the start to their friendship had been.
He wanted to ask if Sawyer knew about Flip but if she didn’t, he didn’t want to be the one to let that cat out of the bag. He had realized only recently that maybe it wasn’t the safest thing, to go telling any old person that Kelly had a kid living in his house. At least, it felt like the kind of thing that should he should keep to himself. “I guess you’ll be coming around more, to swim,” he said instead. “Now that the summer is really warming up.” That wouldn’t matter much for Zack, though. He would be all moved out long before the end of the summer.
—
“Yeah, Baz’s party!” Sawyer exclaimed, as she tried to remember if this man had been there too. He was quick to clarify his attendance, so she gave him a quick nod. “Oh yeah, it was tons of fun. I spent some of it, like, poking around in the junkyard, but the drinks were great. I’ve only known Baz for a couple months, but they’re fun.” She paused as she considered telling Zack about her and Baz’s very serious (not) campaign to ban shirts in Wicked’s Rest. Maybe he’d be into bothering the town council with the two of them. But instead she dunked herself under the water for a few seconds before popping back up.
She wasn’t entirely sure what to say to how he and Kelly knew each other. She thought of what happened with Darcy’s family and their home—it was hard to not think about it sometimes. Sawyer never knew what to think about that, especially after she had seen what was left of the Kincaid family home, thinking about the loss of someone she had sort of been friends with. “That sucks,” she finally said. “Guess it was bad if you had to find a different place.” She looked back at the poolhouse, making a mental note that next time she came here, she needed to make sure that was empty too. She’d sniff it out better in the future. “Cool of him though. To just, like, let you stay with him.” Should she be offering Darcy the same? No, no. Darcy was fine in her treehouse. Darcy could find a cave if something happened to the treehouse.
Sawyer grinned widely as he brought up swimming, and she nodded excitedly. “Oh, yeah, a whole lot more for sure. I guess I can probably buy, like, a swimsuit or whatever. For my next visits.” Just in case she missed that he was home. She could probably toss her swimsuit over the fencing before she climbed over it. “I guess you’ll be swimming around here a lot more too, yeah? I’d see myself mostly being here in the evenings when I get off work.” She paddled around for a bit, closing her eyes as the water swept through her hair. She looked more carefully at him. “By the way, what is your name?”
—
“I’ve been there before, though,” Zack qualified. “The junkyard. Joel -he lives there with Baz- was teaching me to weld.” Maybe he should have gone to that party after all. He was experiencing a classic and sharp case of FOMO. “It’s cool there, isn’t it? All kinds of neat stuff.” Had the gremlins that bothered him and Joel come out at the party? Someone likely would have mentioned it by now, if so. “They are fun. Tons of. We went to this spa and hot spring place together once.” Only that had ended in almost being haunted. But Sawyer didn’t need to know that.Sure, she was a little strange, maybe, skinny-dipping in someone else’s hot tub and pool. But she didn’t need to worry about gremlins or ghosts or anything else like that.
The fire hadn’t been that bad, actually, but the kitchen had been totaled. “It was definitely gonna be unlivable for a while.” Despite there being no real danger, it had seemed like, in the moment, an unsolvable disaster. Especially once his landlord started hemming and hawing about liability and blame and insurance. But then Kelly had stepped right up to stand toe-to-toe with the guy. A knight in…flourescent lined turnout gear, offering a perfect, gift-wrapped solution. “I probably could have gone back once it was fixed up, but…” Kelly hadn’t thought going back to that apartment building was a great idea and Zack agreed - had been planning to upgrade soon anyway.
Relief washed over him and he nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Yes. That’s probably…good. I know you said you usually come by when no one’s home but–” Well, she hadn’t known about Zack living there, obviously. And someone else could easily come home unexpectedly. Flip didn’t need to see some random naked lady out in the backyard. Did Bethany know about Sawyer? Zack wasn’t sure what Flip’s regular babysitter would do if Sawyer showed up looking for a swim, not knowing there was a kid and his minder around.
And, obviously, Zack could be around without her realizing. At least for a little longer. “Um. Maybe. But I’m going to be moving out soon.” He was. He would be. He didn’t really have a solid idea of when, or to where. The whole process was kind of a lot, actually, but. He knew it had to be soon. He couldn’t just keep living off Kelly’s kindness. “Oh, fuck, duh. Sorry, I’m Zack.” Should he offer his hand to shake? No. Because then she would come closer, in her no-bathing suit and that was – where were her clothes, anyway? She hadn’t come over here naked, had she? They must have just been on some side chair that he hadn’t noticed.
—
Sawyer beamed as soon as he said Joel’s name. She knew Joel even less than she knew Baz, but she loved meeting another bugbear. He seemed nice enough to her, and she was tired of some of the other bugbears she ran into at The Chimera—especially that obnoxious leader of the shitskins (sorry, shiftskins). “Joel is great!” she exclaimed. “I mean, I’ve only met him twice, but I was poking around and looking at some of his sculptures. I want something cool for my office because it’s so drab in there. That’s awesome that he’s teaching you how to weld.” She wondered if he knew anything about what Joel and Baz were, but maybe she’d just ask Baz sometime. “Mm, spa day. See, that’s how I view this. Like a free spa.” She would’ve preferred it in her fur though.
She nodded along as he spoke about his apartment. “Why haven’t you moved back?” she asked. The temptation to swim a tad bit closer came over her, but Sawyer stayed in her spot. “I bet it was terrifying,” she commented, forcing herself to look concerned or worried—were those the same thing? She frowned, trying to really act like any normal human. “I can’t imagine how frightening something like that was.”
Sawyer tilted her head as he trailed off mid-sentence. She was not going to question it, choosing to let the comment end there as she pondered if she could feed off this guy. He was nice enough to let her swim around with him, but maybe he could make a quick sneaky meal. Better thoughts told her that was an idiotic thing to do, what with Firefighter Ranger Kelly living with him. If she did too much or even too little, the man might go running to his roommate and tell Kelly what happened. Then she would never get to swim her for fun.
“Oh? Moving out?” she questioned. Maybe she could use him as a snack. No, no, she had plenty of other easier snacks around town. Plus he was friends with Joel… unless Joel was using Zack—that was his name, she now knew—as a meal too. “No worries!” Sawyer said with a light laugh. “Totally my bad for forgetting to ask.” She swam around a little more, debating what to do next with her new…something (not friend) Zack. She looked over at the tall fence, hoping that he would get out of the pool and go back inside soon.
—
Zack beamed back, pleased that someone had appreciated Joel’s art. Enough to want to buy a piece, even. The man had seemed hesitant to consider himself an artist, or what he did as art. “I love his work, too. I don’t think anything I made was as interesting as his stuff, but it was cool to try.” The hot tub was kind of like the hot springs, to an extent. Kelly’s pool and all didn’t have that strange smell that the springs had had. And there were no half-sunken bikes and cars and haunted hotels or anything. “This might be nicer than the spa, even.”
The questions about his apartment were the last thing Zack wanted. “It was pretty scary, yeah. Luckily it wasn’t too big or anything but not the kind of thing you want to happen at midnight, when you’re just trying to make ramen.” He still couldn’t believe that the fire really had been absolutely and completely not his fault. Not even subconsciously. Just a freak accident. Though he was sure that if he told that to, say, Emilio, he wouldn’t believe him.
As for why he hadn’t gone back to the apartment… “Oh. Well, I was planning on finding a new place anyway. And then the fire happened. So it seemed silly to move back to some place that might be dangerous when I want to get out of there anyway.” At least, that was Zack’s logic at the time. He still thought that part made sense. It was the fact that he was still at Kelly’s that was harder to grapple with. “So that’s why I’m moving out soon. I’ve already stayed here longer than I should have.” In a way, Sawyer’s presence proved that. Kelly was letting a strange (nice enough, but strange) woman swim naked in his pool. He was the kind of guy who was too nice for his own good.
—
Sawyer’s stomach growled. She pretended to shiver as if she suddenly took a chill. “Yeah, no, wouldn’t want that to happen at all. Totally terrifying,” she agreed, thinking that maybe he would taste like ramen. Not burnt ramen; she wouldn’t like that. She focused on keeping herself afloat rather than on feeding him. The voice in the back of her mind warned her that it would be an incredibly stupid idea to do that to Kelly’s roommate. She needed to have a modicum of sense.
“Sure, yeah, I wouldn’t wanna move back to a place like that either. Gotta have some bad and frightening memories there too.” Her stomach growled again. She swam around a little more, focusing only on how the water felt across her skin and in her hair. Her stomach’s protests were loud in her mind, but it was a horrible idea. Terrible. She should focus on finding a way out of here without being too suspicious. “What? Did you somehow overstay your lease? I mean, you’ve got a pretty sweet deal here, I think. Poolhouse,” she motioned with her arm back towards the building, “hot tub, pool, big giant house.” Sawyer carefully looked at him before glancing away at the pool water. “If I were you, I’d stay here. At least until he winterizes the pool.”
Which, speaking of staying here, Sawyer needed to go. The rumbling in her stomach was getting annoying, and she guessed she could find a quick snack elsewhere in town. Her gaze settled on the backdoor of the main house, and she wondered if it was unlocked. Possibly? If it wasn’t, maybe she could figure out how to pick a lock. She didn’t have any tools for that… Maybe she could break the glass instead. “Well, I should probably get going. Swimming always works up an appetite,” she joked with a quick wink at Zack.
—
“Oh. No. That’s kind of the problem. There is no lease?” Which. He really should have made Kelly draw up some kind of agreement. It hadn’t even crossed Zack’s mind and, frankly, seemed like the kind of thing that the other man would be more on top of. What if Zack was some crazy guy hellbent on sponging off him? There should have been some paperwork to protect him, and Flip. So he couldn’t just stay there when he had already taken too much from Kelly.
Not that he needed to explain all that to Sawyer. She just wanted a relaxing, evening swim.
The wink threw him but he settled for a laugh that he hoped wasn’t too awkward in response. But it didn’t matter if it was awkward because she was leaving. Perfect. Zack decided he didn’t mind Sawyer, generally, but he would like her a lot more, he thought, when she was clothed. Or at least not randomly completely naked. “Okay! Sure. Of course.” He stood, in the shallow end, then covered his eyes. Then, for good measure, turned around too. “You can. Um. Get dressed or whatever. I won’t look.”
—
Sawyer couldn’t be bothered to dissect too much about whatever weird living arrangement that Kelly and Zack had with each other. No lease? Why was he so concerned about moving out? She would love to not have a lease. Whatever. It was all a bunch of nonsense anyway, and not something that was so not her problem.
Zack turned away from her with the suggestion that she get dressed. At least that worked. “Sure, thanks,” she said. She dunked herself back under the water, humming to herself as the water echoed in her ears and her hair floated around her. She swam back up to the surface and hoisted herself out of the water. Sawyer glanced over at Zack who was still facing away from her. The door to the main house still seemed like an option for her, but she couldn’t be certain that it was unlocked. She huffed and flashed into her bear form. She fell forward on her front paws and looked over to Zack, who still faced away from her. Sawyer scrambled over to the tall fencing and dug her claws into the side as she climbed up the side of the fence. She maneuvered her way to the other side, but not without another brief glance at Zack. She somewhat hoped that he would be around during one of her other trespassing swims. He was neat, and maybe he’d be a good snack—nope, she scampered down the other side of the fence.
Sawyer landed on the grass on the other side, and she shifted back into her human form. Her backpack was a few feet away from her. She hurried over to it, pulled out her clothing, and slipped back into them. Her hair dripped onto the back of her shirt, but she knew she wouldn’t be in this form for much longer. “Bye, Zack!” she hollered out as she walked along the fence line back to the road. She hopped into her car parked on the street and sped off, all while planning to swing by for another swim in a few days.
...so is the chocolate Tremors stressing anyone else out or are we all just cool with it? It was just kind of there...worming outside of my place, kind of threateningly, so I just wanted to get a vibe check.
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A chocolate worm? You could try killing and eating it. In fact, I'll help! I doubt a wriggling worm is a threat anyway. Unless you think it's Do you think it's scary Unless you're, like, scared of a worm? LOL
Right, but I'm not renting either. [User wonders if he should still get renter's insurance. Would that help Kelly? He has no way of knowing.] [...] What about fires? Can you get protection from just fires? [User should really be more concerned about worms, frankly.]
So you're just...living somewhere? [... ... ...] Totally! We could create a deal for you that keeps you covered in case of a fire. Nothing else though!
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I don't know. I was just trying to make conversation, I guess.
Oh, napping is a good one. Love a good nap. Yes, that is true. I just am not used to having friends Why would I be friends with them if I didn't like them?!
Sure, that will totally be an enjoyable experience for you. Expecting to become a ghost isn't as stupid as thinking there's anything nice after death. You can shoot a flaming arrow at my corpse for all I care, I'll be dead. Not sure the glamorous bodybags will fit that vibe, though.
Hm, so what do you think is after death? Like obvi I wanna be a ghost, but I think it'd be fun to turn into something else. I don't know what. [...] No, no, I think the shiny, pretty body bags will fit in great with the vibe. I'll find a way to make it work. Also, everyone can get their own bedazzled body bag to take home with them for future use.
[... ...] Wrong!!! Even if it's "sand flavor," the bar says it has pieces of sand from the park. So it is a National Park flavor. And at the end of the day, who cares! It's a fun little marketing thing.
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LOCATION: Rory's Apartment
PARTIES: @incatsclothing & @hotbearsawyer
SUMMARY: Sawyer and Rory meet up to eat some Gobf fried shrimp!
CONTENT WARNINGS: none!
The boom boom sauce recipe seemed easy enough to follow. There weren’t as many ingredients as Rory had assumed there would be, and the instructions really were as simple as just whisking everything together. Rory was still kind of in the beginning stages of learning how to cook — she’d followed a few of her mom’s recipes mostly from memory, and had enough lessons with Morgan that she felt relatively confident making simple things — but she was definitely confident in her ability to mix things together in a bowl. And the sauce, when she’d stuck it in the fridge, had looked… saucy, or whatever, so she was pretty sure it was fine.
She certainly hoped it was fine. Rory didn’t have a very wide array of friends. She never really had. There were a few people in town she liked, sure — Madison, Owen, Talia, Maggie, Cleo, Nova, even a few more — but things with Clem had shown her just how quickly blossoming friendships could sour. At any moment, Rory was well aware that any one of the people she considered to be a friend or a confidant could decide she was no longer worth the trouble and turn their back on her, so… it was good to have backups. And Sawyer seemed cool, actually. Sawyer seemed like the kind of person she could actually get along with.
All this to say, Rory needed the boom boom sauce to be good, or at least not so bad that it made Sawyer never want to hang out with her again. It was a decent amount of pressure to put on a sauce, but she thought it would be fine. She’d invited Sawyer over to her apartment, which she’d recently gone back to after her extended stay at Talia’s post-gunshot wound. And she wasn’t nervous, per say, but she wasn’t… not nervous, either. She tapped her fingers absently against her thigh, watching the door. She could hear shuffling in the hall, footsteps heading towards it. A second or two later, a knock sounded, and Rory got to her feet. Swinging the door open, she nodded. “Hey,” she greeted. “The sauce is in the fridge, but I’ve also got, like… ingredients, if you want to try to make a batch yourself. Did you bring space shrimp?”
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This wasn’t a Gobf funeral where Sawyer had to convince some annoying internet stranger to eat space shrimp with her. Rory actually seemed more enthusiastic about eating random shrimp that Sawyer found out in Gatlin Fields. Unlike Nova. Ugh. No, she wasn’t going to think about how obnoxious Nova was. Instead she was going to just think about sharing some fried shrimp with some random person off the internet. Which, by the way, did not at all worry Sawyer. It seemed rather normal to go over to a stranger’s home. Rory seemed pretty chill anyway. Anyone who didn’t whine about food was a winner in her book.
With a container of space shrimp in head, Sawyer hopped up to the apartment building’s front door and walked through the hall to the apartment number. She knocked and was glad when the door swung open. “Hey! And yeah, you bet I did.” She grinned and held up the container. She had frozen most of her space shrimp collection, ensuring that it would last her a few months. It wasn’t like more space shrimp would ever fall from the sky again. Maybe not in her lifetime, at least. Sad. She walked into the apartment, glancing around at the space, deciding it could use some animal bones on display. “I’m sure the sauce is great.”
She set the shrimp down on the kitchen counter and turned around to face Rory. She leaned back against the counter. “So I read online that we’ve gotta, like, heat up the shrimp in the oven or an air fryer. Some cooking advice blogs said fried shrimp would taste bad reheated in the microwave. Oh! Yeah, so I did have these in my freezer, but I let them thaw a little bit. Should be good to just pop them in or whatever.”
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The sight of the container caused Rory’s grin to widen, and she opened the door a little further to usher Sawyer inside. As the other woman walked by her, she caught a whiff of something musky and half-familiar, an animalistic scent that she wasn’t quite skilled enough to place. Sawyer was probably some kind of shifter, but Rory didn’t have enough experience with them to know off the bat what sort. Not a balam or a werewolf, but those were the only two she was really familiar with at this point. It didn’t matter. She liked Sawyer, and would have liked her even if she were human. Knowing she was a shifter was just an extra point in her favor, as far as Rory was concerned.
“Well, you’ll be the judge of that, I guess,” she replied. “And you’ve gotta be honest about it. Like, if it sucks, I want to know, you know? Because that probably means the recipe is shit, and I don’t want to keep using a shitty recipe. What if I make it again later, right? I need to know it’s actually good.” Sure, Rory had taste tested the sauce herself, but that had been in the midst of making it, and it was hard to trust your palette in those moments. She’d seen Cutthroat Kitchen, she knew that just because something tasted okay to the chef didn’t mean it was good.
Watching Sawyer set the shrimp down, Rory brightened. “Oh! I think we have an air fryer, actually.” She didn’t even know if it was hers or Mickey’s, technically. For all she knew, it had been left in the apartment by the last tenant, but it worked and that was what was important. Rory moved over to the left of Sawyer and pulled it out of the cabinet, setting it on the counter and plugging it in. “That’s definitely our best bet. Have you ever reheated leftovers in one of these babies? Fucking game changer.” She set the air fryer to preheat. “This is going to be great, dude.”
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“I will be the judge,” Sawyer teased. “Very judgy. Like a judge on a cooking show or whatever.” She knew well-enough that she would be the worst taste tester for anything. She had eaten a lot of strange things in her life. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes because she thought that a random piece of metal just looked tastier than anything else around her and she couldn’t ignore the growling in her stomach just at the sight of it. It had put her into strange predicaments throughout her life, when she would eat just about anything.
“Perfect.” Sawyer grinned as Rory pulled out the air fryer. “I’ve yet to actually get one for myself. I keep meaning to because they seem wicked awesome, but …” She trailed off and shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t really need an air fryer when she could just … eat the shrimp. And she found so many of her meals and snacks while in her bear form that some kitchen appliance seemed unnecessary in her kitchen. Her barely used kitchen. “It’s going to be so great. You’re gonna love the taste of fried space shrimp. Very space-y. Though, I don’t know what space tastes like, but I’m sure it’s this.”
She popped off the lid of the container. The scent of the shrimp, even a bit thawed, smelled amazing to her right then. But she needed to keep up some semblance of normal human behavior—okay, so she knew that talking about eating space shrimp was so not human behavior, but did it really matter? This town was filled with all sorts of supernatural beings. “Okay, so I know we’ve gotta wait on the shrimp to reheat, but,” she drew out the word but, “I’m thinking I can taste test the sauce. And maybe we can get some drinks going too.” Whatever it was about Rory, she was already liking the younger woman. Anyone who wanted to eat space shrimp and make sauce and drinks with her was good in her book.
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“Good. That’s exactly what I’m looking for, actually.” She almost wanted to ask what cooking shows Sawyer was into, but she figured it might be better to hold onto that question for when the dialogue got stale. She didn’t want Sawyer to get bored of her, after all, didn’t want to find the other woman making excuses to duck out because Rory was hard to be around. Sawyer was someone she thought could end up a friend, if she played her cards right.
She nodded, tapping a finger against the air fryer that might have been hers and might have been Mickey’s and might have been no one’s at all. “I use it all the time,” she said, which was true. “You can actually make, like, a decent steak in here. And like I said, it’s a total game changer for leftovers. Like, it actually makes them taste as good as they did at the restaurant, you know? Even the fast food shit.” She wasn’t sure why she was doing a commercial for an air fryer right now. Nerves, maybe, which was stupid. She never used to be nervous when trying to befriend people, but… well. A lot of things had changed for Rory lately. She was still trying to figure out how to get her feet back underneath her again. “I bet space totally tastes like that,” she agreed. “I mean, that’s where the shrimp is from, right? What else would it taste like?”
With the air fryer getting itself ready, Rory circled around to the fridge as Sawyer got the lid off the shrimp. She pulled out the container of sauce she’d prepared ahead of time, already chilled and ready to be used for the space shrimp. “It’s right here,” she said, popping the lid off and sliding it down the counter to Sawyer. “What kind of drinks were you thinking? I’ve got ingredients for a couple of different options in here.” She’d been practicing some bartending stuff at home, too, wanting to get better even if only to say that she had. “I can make cocktails, if you want.”
—
Sawyer smirked as she listened to Rory rattle on about air fryers, as if trying to sell it to her. She leaned one hand against the counter as she listened to all the wonderful magical things about air fryers. “Wow, do you sell these things?” she teased, as she tapped her hand against the air fryer. “You make a great saleswoman. You’ve almost got me convinced to buy one. Tell me more.” She leaned both elbows down onto the counter and rested her chin in her hands as she playfully joked around with Rory. She didn’t really want to hear more about air fryers, but she almost wanted to see if Rory could keep up a joke and charade. At the mention of space shrimp again, she laughed and nodded her head. “Yeah, true, they are from space so they should taste like it. I think some of them have tiny pieces of space rock and everything, if you think you can handle that.”
Sawyer guessed that most humans wouldn’t be able to handle eating literal rocks. Though as she paid a bit more attention to her surroundings—the looks and smells—she realized that all too familiar animalistic smell. As Rory brought out the container of sauce, she stepped just a tiny bit closer towards Rory. The scent was coming from her. Sawyer tapped her fingers against the counter, debating if she should bother bringing up the possibility that they were both maybe shifters of some sort. Maybe Rory could handle space shrimp with bits of space rock, depending upon what type of shifter she was.
“Don’t worry, my paws are clean,” she joked as she dipped her finger into the sauce. She popped her finger into her mouth and nodded her head. “Mmmm,” she hummed. “Yummy.” Sawyer slid the sauce back over to Rory. “Definitely going to go well with the shrimp.” She tapped her finger against her chin as she thought about what cocktail might go well with shrimp. Margs were always a great option, but those tended to be her go to drink. If she had a bartender here ready to make whatever, maybe she should shake it up a bit. “Maybe mojitos? Something refreshing and sweet to go with our savory space shrimp?”
—
She liked the way Sawyer joked. If the tone had been different, Rory might have thought she was being made fun of, but it didn’t feel mean spirited with the way Sawyer said it, and so she laughed. “Yeah, you caught me,” she replied dryly. “I’m actually in an air fryer MLM. I invited you here to trick you into joining under me so I can get a free trip to Utah for the big conference. If you get someone to join under you, you can come to Utah, too. We can be roommates. Isn’t that the dream?” She grinned, glancing to the shrimp with some interest. Did they really have pieces of space rock in them? Would that do crazy things to her digestive track? She wondered if balam — if werewolves were built with digesting things like that in mind. There was no telling what she got up to when shifted, even with the small flashes of memory she’d been experiencing as of late. Maybe she’d eaten rock before, too. “Well, I definitely want one with space rock in it. I wonder if these shrimp are technically aliens?”
She didn’t miss the way Sawyer stepped in a little closer, though she wasn’t entirely bothered by it. Rory had spent enough time at the Chimera to know when another shifter was sniffing her out. There were some patrons there who considered that sort of thing to be rude, but Rory had never been among them. She had been desperate for companionship since she’d first arrived in this town. In a way, having someone sniff her out like this felt like some kind of validation, even if she’d never admit to it.
Sawyer didn’t seem too concerned with subtlety, at least not based on the way she referred to her hands as paws. Rory found herself smiling faintly, pleased by that just as much as she was pleased by the compliment to the sauce. “Sick,” she nodded, setting the sauce aside until the shrimp was finished. Drinks were the new priority, so she started fetching a few ingredients… and subtly googling ‘how to make a mojito’ from behind the open door of the fridge. It looked simple enough, so she grabbed some limes from the fruit bowl and the white rum and simple syrup. Luckily, she’d stuck a mint plant on the windowsill when she’d first decided she wanted to learn how to make more legit cocktails. She grabbed a few leaves from it to muddle. “I can totally do mojitos,” she said, voice full of unearned confidence. “I’ll have them done before the shrimp’s ready.” The air fryer buzzed, announcing it was preheating. “Want to throw them in the basket?”
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“Oh Ursa Major, I should’ve known,” Sawyer groaned, the sly smile still plastered across her face. “This was all an MLM scheme. Can’t believe you’ve done this to me!” She tapped her fingers along her chin as she still held up her head. “Though you’re really enticing me with this Utah trip. I bet I know a few people that I could convince to buy an air fryer, and then off we’ll go, flying to Utah! Roommates for the whole conference! We’ll order room service too—shrimp cocktails.” She noticed how Rory looked over at the shrimp, and she could only hope that whatever Rory was meant that she’d be comfortable eating space shrimp and space rock. “You know, I hadn’t thought about that at all. I guess they are technically aliens.” She looked back over at the shrimp herself. “They mostly taste similar-ish to shrimp from earth, but…I don’t know. I wonder if they have different shrimp anatomy. Ugh, actually, I wonder what else was on Gobf. If it had shrimp rings, there had to have been, like, life there, right? I wonder if there was more shrimp or something else.” She hated that that stupid planet blew up before they could learn more about it, find out if there was anything interesting on the planet itself.
Rory didn’t seem all that surprised by Sawyer stepping closer to her, so Sawyer took that as a good sign. She might’ve been familiar enough with the world of shifters that she knew what Sawyer was investigating. She caught Rory’s faint smile at the mention of her paws, which further confirmed what Sawyer suspected. Luckily her compliment on the sauce wasn’t a lie either. She thought it would taste perfect with the shrimp. “Perf,” Sawyer replied, excited about the mojitos. She turned her attention to the air fryer. “Yeah, totally.” She did as instructed and looked at the machine, debating the next steps. She pulled out her phone real quick and googled how long she should let them heat. “Oh, it says it’ll take like five to six minutes? Awesome.” She set the timer, feeling accomplished that she managed to do such a simple task. Maybe she should get an air fryer.
“Oh! I almost forgot.” She walked over to where she left her messenger bag at the front door. She shoved around through the items until she spotted the two straws. “Tada!” she announced as she walked back over to the kitchen. She held up two straws—both were a dark blue with little cartoon moons and stars on them. “For our space themed drinks! It’s totally fine if we don’t have any of the colorful stuff or edible glitter, but these will go perfect with our drinks. I managed to find them at a shop downtown.” Not that she was searching that hard. No way. Just casually looking at a bunch of stores for space straws.
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She laughed at Sawyer's dramatics, though she noted the odd exclamation. Ursa Major. Rory knew about stars, of course; her father was an astronomy nerd, a telescope set up on the back deck year round. That was why Rory and her siblings were all given space-themed names — their dad loved the stars. Ursa Major, the Great Bear… Bear shifter, then? Like the old guy at the salt lick that one time? Rory filed the thought away, though she didn’t ask about it. It struck her as a little rude to ask someone what kind of shifter they were. “Shrimp cocktails would be great. And, of course, the room service is on the MLM’s dime, so we might as well go all out. I bet the hotel has some kind of shrimp meal, too. Utah’s definitely known for its shrimp.” The fantasy was stupid, but it was kind of nice to imagine she and Sawyer could be friends, or whatever. Sharing shrimp cocktails in a fancy hotel room didn’t sound so bad. “Maybe their insides are different?” She suggested, squinting at the shrimp. “I mean, who knows, right? I’m not a shrimp scientist.” She considered whether there could have been life on the exploded planet. It would make sense, wouldn’t it? “Maybe they’d all already died off,” she suggested. “Like, they were probably shrimp-like, too, right? So maybe they had a super short, shrimp-sized lifespan.” That felt better than the idea of a planet full of people just… exploding, or whatever.
Sawyer got to work setting up the shrimp in the air fryer as Rory finished up the mojitos, and she was reminded briefly of working in the kitchen with her sister as a teenager. It was rare for Rory’s mother to invite her to help cook in the kitchen — there had been a lot of kids in the house, and the older ones were more likely to be tasked with cooking — but sometimes, when it was just Rory and Celeste at home, they’d cook together. They used to move around each other like water parting around a stone, a seamless thing. This, with Sawyer, felt a little clunkier — they were still mostly strangers, after all — but it was still nice. She still enjoyed it. “Yeah,” she confirmed, “it’s pretty quick. That’s why they’re so easy to sell for the MLM.”
She looked up as Sawyer declared she’d almost forgotten something, brow furrowed as the other girl dug around in her bag. When she produced the straws, Rory couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, those are sick,” she said delightedly. “And that reminds me!” She moved to the cabinet, grabbing a small container and wriggling it. “I did get some edible glitter. It was, like, in the checkout line.” It definitely wasn’t, but she didn’t want to look too desperate. She moved back to the mojitos, sprinkling a bit of the edible glitter into the glasses. “Ta-da! What do you think?” They looked good. Rory had no idea if they’d taste decent.
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“Oh yeah, that’s what I’ve always heard about Utah. It’s famous for its Church of Latter-day Shrimps too. The shrimp culture is crazy out in Shrimp Lake City,” Sawyer joked, flashing a smile towards Rory. Though now she was back to investigating the space shrimp, as she wondered if maybe there was something different about these. Everything about them looked the same as shrimp on Earth, but it didn’t make sense for how Earth shrimp ended up on a planet in space. Unless Bellamy and Nova were right, that this was all some sort of conspiracy. But Sawyer didn’t like that idea. She much preferred believing that Gobf was real. “They probably were. Just a planet of shrimp. Unless, maybe the shrimp on the rings were the old life. Maybe Gobf had a weird gravity or atmosphere thing going on where the former shrimp life all ended up in its atmosphere or whatever.” She paused. “I’m not at all a scientist, if that’s not obvious. I don’t know how planets work.”
Sawyer chuckled as Rory joked about the MLM again, and she folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the counter. She watched as Rory finished making the mojitos, and she couldn’t help but think about how casual this all was. Sawyer wasn’t exactly the type to go over to a friend’s place to hangout or invite someone over to hers. If she was meeting up with someone, it was somewhere else—somewhere outdoors or at one of the restaurants in town. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to have someone else in the kitchen with her—not that she ever spent much time in the kitchen anyway. She usually found herself lounging on the couch with her father and brother while her mother and younger sister cooked. Standing there in Rory’s kitchen and joking around with her felt almost nice.
At the sight of edible glitter, Sawyer clapped her hands together. “Amazing! We’re so staying on theme here.” She grinned and leaned against the counter. “They look great!” She plopped the straws in the glasses and took one for herself. She knew what mojitos tasted like at a bar, but she still didn’t consider herself the best judge when it came to the taste of things. She took a sip of the mojito and hummed. “Mmm, yum,” she said, giving Rory a nod of approval. “You should try selling space mojitos at whatever bar you work at. Capitalize on Gobf or whatever.” She set her glass down right as the air fryer timer dinged. “And now it’s shrimp time!”
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Rory laughed in response to Sawyer’s statement. She doubted there was a Church of Latter-day Shrimps in Utah… but it did sound like the kind of thing that would pop up in Wicked’s Rest, if they weren’t careful. This town had a way about it, sometimes; the oddest thoughts you could imagine seemed to materialize from thin air, becoming reality no matter how little sense it made. That was how you wound up with a new planet appearing in the sky one day without warning, then exploding itself into smithereens and raining shrimp down on the Earth the next. Rory wondered if this sort of thing was observed elsewhere, too. How could an exploding planet be visible in Wicked’s Rest but not make the news in Portland? Sometimes, it felt better not to question it at all. “I mean, that sounds as probable as any other theory I’ve heard,” she replied, shaking her head. “None of it makes any sense, right? I doubt scientists can explain Gobf or space shrimp. They’d probably just tell us we imagined it or something stupid like that.”
It felt oddly comfortable, in the kitchen with Sawyer. It had been like that back home with her siblings, where they knew each other well enough to work together fluidly without any kind of issue, but Rory had struggled to match the same energy with anyone else. She’d come close with Clem, but… well. That whole thing had been ruined before it ever even started, hadn’t it? Even if Clem’s insistence that she was a werewolf before she was ready to hear it hadn’t torn their friendship apart, Rory doubted it would have survived the eventual revelation that it was her who had torn Clementine’s life apart with her teeth. Maybe it was better that their friendship had been slain in infancy. It was less painful that way. Still… working with Sawyer like this made her miss Clem a little, as stupid as it was. It ached more than she’d thought it would.
“We’re totally killing it,” she agreed with a grin, inspecting the mojitos. They looked even better when Sawyer plopped the straws in, too. She found herself nonsensically nervous as Sawyer took a sip, as if the mojito being bad would turn Sawyer against her entirely. But the fear was unfounded; Sawyer liked the mojito, and Rory’s grin widened. “Oh, we could never sell anything like this where I work,” she replied. “The owner would flip. One time he accidentally got a shipment of someone else’s ingredients, and he almost had a heart attack. Apparently blue drinks are too much for him, I don’t even want to know what he’d think about something this glittery.” She took a sip of her own mojito, humming at the taste. A little too strong, probably, but not the worst thing she’d ever made. It’d probably pair nicely with the shrimp. “Paper plates are under the sink!” She said, leaning against the counter. “Want to grab a couple?”
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"My theory is that the scientists were too busy with the moon. They had so much more going on with moon photos and the astronauts and stuff, that they didn't want to talk about Gobf right then." Sawyer was mostly joking about that conspiracy theory. It didn't make any sense if you thought about it for more than five seconds. But she could keep up a stupid joke for a while. "And then Gobf exploded so..." She shrugged, though a silly smile stayed on her lips. "Now it's why everyone is trying to convince us it was fake."
She raised her brow as she took another sip of her space mojito. "Really? The owner sounds totally lame," Sawyer commented. "Blue drinks are fun. Definitely a way to get in more customers who will pay for overpriced drinks. Especially if you add glitter to them. He sounds like such a snooze." She decided that if she ran a bar, it would be space themed. Astronauts, planets, stars, all that sort of stuff to really draw in a crowd that liked a themed bar. Definitely she would have these mojitos on the menu. "Where is that you work again?"
"Can do!" Sawyer said, turning towards the sink and grabbing two paper plates. She should have stopped somewhere and tried to find some space themed paper plates. They probably had some at a store somewhere... but then that might seem like she was putting far too much effort into the whole space shrimp thing. She hummed to herself as she handed a plate to Rory. She opened up the air fryer and grabbed a couple pieces of shrimp and placed them on her plate. "On the count of three, we try them together, yeah?" Sawyer suggested. She grabbed a shrimp, blowing on it a little to cool it off. She wanted to watch Rory's expression at the taste of the space shrimp. "One, two, three." She bit into the crunchy shrimp.
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“I guess that makes sense,” Rory agreed, ignoring the brief surge of quiet resentment at the mention of the moon. It was stupid, of course; the moon was not the source of her problems, even if she sometimes wished it were. It would be simpler, she thought, if she could blame all her issues on a celestial body so far away that she could never hope to touch it, but that just wasn’t the case. Her problems fell at her own feet, or at the feet of people she loved who had lied to her for reasons she still did not understand. “Those moon pictures were pretty lame, anyway, in comparison to Gobf. They picked the wrong thing to focus on. Everybody already knows about the moon.”
She found herself feeling a little defensive on Harvey’s behalf, despite the fact that she often called him totally lame herself. “He’s a good guy,” she said. “Just… a little old school, I guess. Likes things simple. He’s not interested in making more money, I guess, he just wants to serve his normal drinks and make sure people leave him alone.” Which was, frankly, a goal Rory could get behind. “The Wormhole. It’s in Worm Row. Kind of a dive.” Kind of was being generous.
As Sawyer gathered the plates, Rory took a moment to let herself feel proud of all of this. She made a friend; she made sauce; she made mojitos. She didn’t have a lot to be proud of, these days, and so those three relatively simple things felt like a lot. The feeling would probably fade later but for right now, she felt pretty content. And she had shrimp to eat, which was a nice added bonus. Taking the plate, she loaded it up with shrimp and offered Sawyer a nod. She waited until she got to three, then took a big bite. The shrimp settled on her tongue, and…
The afterlife? No such fucking thing Judging from experience, there will be a townwide fucking massacre over my corpse next time so you better know how to throw down then I'm good. Just need someone to burn whatever's left and then whoever the fuck feels like it can go and get wasted.
Yeah!!! 👻 I'll be a ghostie haunting everyone! 👻 Mmm, so I'm into this idea of yours, but it totally needs more pizazz! Burning your body sounds great but maybe more like a Viking funeral vibe with a boat and lots of flames. And I love the idea of everyone getting wasted, but I think we should also get to roast marshmallows and make s'mores over your! 👻
Oh, well there's renter's insurance! That's super important to have, in case of, like, floods or fires or worm infestations or all the other odd things that happen around here.
@hotbearsawyer replied to your post “If you had to fight a celestial object, which one...”:
Oh, the sun is a really good option! Tbh, it looks way too orange in photos. It needs to go. We should fight the sun together.
I don't actually want to fight the sun! I mean, I do a little bit when I feel like I'm going to actually melt but ?? no fighting the sun. No shaming the sun for its colors either, have you seen what it can do with a sunrise or a sunset?
Okay, well that sounds like a really good reason to fight the sun. I guess that's true... sunsets are nice. But I still think it needs to go. We can fight the sun and replace it with a new sun that doesn't make us melt in the heat.
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Exactly! I'd be so pissed off in the afterlife if my funeral was boring. It needs some drama. We'll need to make sure you have an exciting funeral too.