#lexicmarshall

Jo looked up from the fireplace she was tending when she heard the bell over the door ring. She hurried over to the check in desk and offered a sunny smile to the woman coming through the door. "Good Evening! Checking in?"

   “you got a fucking lighter?” cookie’s eyes don’t leave the end of her cigarette as she flicks her bic uselessly before throwing it in frustration. fuck you, she thinks bitterly. she’s got a black eye. for as tough as she is, she’s still his girl which makes her as much as a target as anyone that’s flying their colors. she licks her chapped lips, biting at it to peel back the tender skin to taste the iron that’s hiding under the surface. 

“We weren’t but something came up tomorrow so figured best drop by now.” After all much he was undercover in the whole bike gang situation did have his life outside of it which needed some attention. “Sorry if wasn’t the case I’d have dropped by tomorrow instead.” 

“Sure, sounds good to me.” Will replied with a warm smile. “Seems like I was just in time.” He mused happily.

                ❝What happened to you? Who the hell did this?❞

"Is everything okay here?" Bruce practically growls through his gruff voice, stepping out of a nearby shadow.