[OPEN] empty bottles and broken glass

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CHARACTERS: Fiona and YOU
DATE: Early to mid-October
SUMMARY: A sexy farmhand bounty, an open prompt post-canon update, and some closed threads.

early october. RHINESTONE COWBOYS.

[Having absolutely no idea how to budget and already spending all her money on frivolous things (though she would argue they are not at all frivolous -- one can never own enough hats, you know), Fiona is out of money. Already. Just completely broke. So, she's started looking over the bounty board for a quick way to get cash, and helping out this farmer with his love life seems to be the simplest and lowest impact option.

She did not, however, anticipate it being this boring.

She's out at the edge of the farmer's land, dressed in some ridiculous midriff-bearing outfit with Daisy Dukes and the worst hat she's ever worn ("it's part of the costume," the farmer told her when she protested, "you have to"), leaning seductively on fence posts and draping herself sexily over robot horses. She would be embarrassed if she weren't getting paid so well, playing sex kitten is not her usual forte, and she mutters to the metal horse she's currently arching her back against.] I promise I'm not usually like this. [The horse nickers, unconvinced.]

mid-october. CANON UPDATE.

[After getting smacked so hard that she flies into another dimension, Fiona has A Lot to deal with. It's very disorienting, going from trauma to trauma and having the memory of both things hitting her all at once. She's back in Perdition's Rest immediately, though it's not immediate for her; months have passed, she's been through some stuff, and she's also, like, frustrated? Kind of frustrated. Getting whisked away right after opening a Vault is frustrating.

She's at the saloon, hunched over a little at the bar as she nurses a whiskey, watching her hand as she curls and uncurls her fingers, trying to reconcile both sets of memories into some kind of coherent timeline.]

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[Yeah, she catches that. She also catches the way he gives her a once-over, but she can't really be offended -- or even flustered, for that matter. She's certainly dressed for it; the entire point of this bounty (this weird fuckin' bounty) is to get ogled.

And she can't say she doesn't appreciate being appreciated by a man like that.]

Ha ha. You do this a lot, then? Lounge around half-naked. [If so, give her a time and date and she will be there. She purses her lips, thinking, and can't help but let a little passive-aggressive dig slip out before she can even stop it. She's not a good person.] Hanzo okay with that?

[flashbanging]

[ He winces a little, a brief flash of chagrin. He pictures Hanzo catching sight of this enterprise, and it's not exactly a pleasant image. There's a lot of irritable scowling involved. But he goes around half-dressed 24/7, so really, how much can he say on the matter?

(Probably a lot, still.)

McCree clears his throat, shrugging. ]

Aw, he knows I don't got eyes for anybody but him.

[ Hopefully. ]

'Sides, I usually do my loungin' indoors.

[ Wink. ]

Don't wanna overwhelm folks all the time.

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[Ha ha, right, lounging indoors where Hanzo has front-row seats!! She's sure!!! It's getting more difficult for Fiona to keep her pettiness to herself (not that she was doing a great job of it in the first place), so she pushes off the robo-horse to saunter over to him. Sexily. Of course.]

So, I guess that means things are going... well? Between you two. [No more sad, late-night drinking, she hopes.]

[flashbanging]

[ As this thread takes place WELL BEFORE he and Hanzo actually have any serious discussion about the state of their relationship, McCree's pleasant expression falters slightly. ]

I mean -- they're goin'.

[ He clears his throat at her saucy sauntering, and leans back a little further against the fence, as though suddenly hoping a door will appear behind him or something. A pause, and he adds -- ]

They're goin' just fine.

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[She stops a little ways away, realizing that perhaps this line of questioning should not be happening while they're both dressed in mutually skimpy attire. Not that she thinks McCree won't be able to ~contain himself~ around her sexiness -- he seems like a gentlemanly sort -- but rather she's afraid she might do something untoward. He's an attractive man, and she doesn't like the idea of his boyfriend not being the best for him.]

That'sss... good. [This sounds insincere, she sucks, so she repeats herself a little more firmly.] That's good! I'm happy for you.

[She takes another second, then tips her hat forward to let the shadow cross her face.] Well. That's all I wanted to ask. We'd better get back to, uh. "Work."