Barn dance
angclpants:
THE SOUND OF the engine roused waverly from her sleep. eyes cracked, squinting at the clock. “ wynonna ? ” nothing. it wouldn’t be strange, of course, if he sister came in that late. actually, lately it might have been more disconcerting if she didn’t stay out. but her call was met only with ringing silence. brows furrowed. okay… not wynonna… probably not anyone else in their gang, unless they suddenly took up an unexpected motorcycling hobby. somehow she doubted she’d ever see doc or jeremy on one of those things unless her sister strapped them to the back with a belt. and since nicole was on-duty all night, nerves began to pique.
–––sure, ammolite could protect against revenants, but that didn’t mean the other big nasties couldn’t still find their way onto the homestead. especially if those nasties were of the human sort. she was still a little freaked from that tucker gardener incident nicole finally told her about. gaze darted across each room she entered. empty. shifting the curtain, she peeked out the window to see the snow disturbed by tracks. THE BARN.
great. that’s just what she needed.
grabbing her jacket with one hand, gun gripped tightly in the other, she trudged out into the bitter white. her approach quiet, assessing the situation. a direct contrast to the loud demand as she held the barrel of the gun aimed right at her unwelcome guest. “ who are you and what the hell do you think you’re doing on my land ? ”
The exhausted Chance blinks one eye open slowly, groans to herself, then drags herself to sit up a little straighter. “Nothing like waking up to a shotgun. You’d think I’d be used to it,” she grouses. With a sigh, she addresses Waverly, “Alright, don’t shoot. Or, well, please don’t shoot. I’d hate to die in the middle of nowhere while half asleep.” She takes a moment to sort her thoughts, “Right. Questions. The who is... I’m called Chance. The what I think I’m doing is... honestly, ma’am, I just wanted a bit of a roof over my head while that snow was still falling.” She turns, slowly, nodding towards the old motorcycle, “For one thing, Lucy here ain’t cut out for it, and another, I’m fuckin’ tired.” She cocks her head, as if sizing the youngest Earp up a bit. “I solemnly swear that I am NOT up to no good. Just wanted to get a spot of rest.”
