[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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[If you life on a garbage planet in the asshole of the universe where people kill each other for fun, you wind up getting a little kinky as a matter of course. Asher kisses her and she makes a low, pleased sound into his mouth, happy with the attention and what she perceives as reception to what she's angling for. It's been awhile and she's frustrated; she usually doesn't move this fast, but Asher is sweet and built, and she gets the feeling he takes direction well.

She reaches up to cup the side of his face and bites delicately at his lower lip, then pulls away. Her voice is still low and her eyes are half closed as she leans in and says,] I think I might be finished dancing. Do you want to go somewhere else?

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[Fiona gives him a taste of something rougher; the slightest hint of teeth has his heart thumping mighty quickly. Hard and fast is fine with him, as he understands that the pleasures of the flesh are the easiest way to keep one's mind off more difficult matters.

That and he loves following orders, especially in bed.]

Sure.

[He watches her move away pretty reluctantly, eager to get close again.]

What'd you have in mind?

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[Brushing her bangs back with her fingers, she smiles and steps back off the dance floor, expecting Asher to follow.] Weeeell. My... roommates. [Or whatever--] Are out for the night. So we would have my place all to ourselves.

[moneyballer]

[Asher takes a few steps in her direction before his brain screeches to an untimely halt. She was nice enough to invite him over, and yet his impatience is enough to affect his (already pretty irrational) manner of thinking.]

Couldn't we just use the bathroom?

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[Jesus. Classy. Not that Fiona is the epitome of grace and elegance, but she'll accept nothing less than the back of a car.

She rolls her eyes and tips her hat back with a single finger to the brim.] Yeah, the bathroom we're sharing with like a hundred people, including literal hookers. Why didn't I think of that. [She holds her hand out for him to take, softening her tone to smooth the sarcasm out.] Come on, Millstone.

[moneyballer]

[She might be able to see his throat move as he swallows hard, considering his options.

Rhys had seemed so upset about the potential of these two seeing each other, and Asher had agreed to meet Fiona thinking that this evening would go nowhere. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if she ditched him mid-date, as she doesn't seem like the type of girl who'd stick around just to be nice.

Their mutual friend doesn't have to know about this, though, and he probably won't. It's just sex, that's it, two people comforting each other for a few hours. Besides, this is Fiona's choice to make.

And she's chosen him for the time being.]

Okay.

[Asher takes Fiona's hand, squeezing it gently.]

Let's ditch this joint.