#moira threads.

"see, that sounds to me like you're trying to make something that isn't my problem... suddenly my problem."

"it's been a long damn time since i let anyone do that to me, what makes you so sure you're gonna be the one to change it?"

long nights like this made moira wish she'd bought a bottle of something for the night ahead. they also made her wish she could just say fuck it to the promise she'd made to herself that she's stop drinking on the job, lest she miss something... again. she was better sober, far more alert and even as she waited for nati to set her up with a room, she lingered there in the reception area, glancing over at all the doors. "you have a mr. rose check in tonight?" she asked, already pulling a twenty dollar bill out from her pocket to slide over to her, though she was pretty sure she'd be more willing to give her the info she craved other ways. "i'm thinkin' he might be dumb enough to check in under his real name."

"don't think i'm taking this ride with you happily, sweetheart. i'm not fond of rain and you're too nice to a lady who doesn't like you, that's all."