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13: With a pet.

Winger wasn’t the most affectionate of people- in fact, the labels “emotionally stunted” and “extremely poor at expressing emotion” were uncomfortably close to the truth. Around people, at least. Skags were easier to get along with. Just as likely to bite a chunk out of your arm, but at least they’d do it without malice. Usually.

When the stranger broke into Winger’s room, he would find the Deputy-turned-Sheriff sitting in a high-backed chair, feet kicked up on the back of an enormous Alpha skag lying peacefully on the floor. Small crackles of eletricity skittered across the floor with each exhale the huge beast heaved, a clear display of its elemental charge.

For his part, Winger appeared entirely apathetic. He tipped up his hat with the barrel of a revolver, giving the blond stranger a supremely unconcerned look.

“What.”

It was more of a statement than a question. What planet-shattering problem demands the new Sheriff’s attention today? What problem are the people of Lynchwood completely incapable of solving for themselves? What in the world are you wearing and does Zed have competition?

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Unless he trusts you absolutely, he’s pretty much never going to give up control.

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Morning. It was morning. The pieces of the previous evening were still fuzzy but as he got his bearings and recognized the cantankerous sheriff, he put it together. He stretched and got off the floor, the boot print on his back was the least of his worries. He’d let his team leave him behind, and for what? To try and… do right? Do something that didn’t screw with what little moral compass he had left? Good job on that one, he thought as he hopped over the bar to grab a broom, you helped wreck the place.

“So I take it, by the looks of the place, I lost,” he muttered, trying to be humorous as he swept up broken glass. This town was falling apart.

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Winger took a moment to grasp the wrist of a psycho hanging limply off the bar and fling him out an open window. They were never good at helping to clean up. He heaved up a few more tables, settling them right-side up. His head cocked to one side to glance at the soldier as he jumped behind the bar and grabbed a weapon and a cleaning instrument all in one. The newly-promoted Sheriff only took his eyes off the smaller man when he started sweeping.

“Dunno.” Nor did he particularly care. Most people were unconscious but still breathing and that was more than good enough for him. Winger dragged two prone bodies to the door by their ankles and tossed them out onto the street.

“What’re ya here for? Sanctuary’s got a bar.”

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Axton’s jaw is sore and his mouth is dry. He’s not sure what time it is as he rubs the sleep from his eyes and slowly sits up. His body aches almost constantly now, but on this particular morning he feels as though he might just keel over.

“The hell happened…?”

He rubbed his forehead and looked around for a familiar face.

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Winger was not well-known for his genial personality or an understanding, kindly nature. This was partially because he had a reputation to keep and the fact that he almost never displayed such qualities. No doubt Axton discovered this when the Deputy-turned-Sheriff kicked him in the back as he strolled past, surveying the damage done to one of Lynchwood’s saloon.

“Geddup,” he grunted, a distinct scowl evident. It was worn more out of habit than anything else at this point. Not bothering to announce himself any further, Winger idly started clearing up the worst of the mess caused by the barfight, heaving up a pool table and setting it upright.

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[Context: I was in flvvt's stream the other day and they were doing some really nice Jack and Nisha stuff. This was inspired by one of them.]

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YOUR MUSE BREAKS INTO MY MUSES ROOM, WHAT DO THEY FIND?

11: My muse sleeping naked.

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✭It had certainly been a while since Brick had caught back up with Winger. That said it was nearly a sad thing that they had to catch up under such circumstances. There was a serious set to larger man’s face as he studied over the other man—grim but calculating—before he spoke up again. “Couple your boys got one of mine. Wunna to propose a trade to get him back.” It was safe to say he really didn’t like this—the slabs didn’t currently have any of the other man’s men captured to trade off that way and staging an attack on Lynchwood just to get him back could very well get him killed anyway. Diplomacy really wasn’t the berserker’s strong suit at all but he’d give it a shot in this case considering he knew him to be a reasonable enough man unlike most of the rabble here. Rocko was a good man that he did rely on (sometimes pretty heavily) and he darn well wanted the wayward lieutenant back.

Winger's expression was distinctly sour. Sure, Brick had essentially orchestrated the events that had led to the Sheriff's death. He had also destroyed rather important functions and buildings of Lynchwood, removed the protection they'd enjoyed from Handsome Jack and his gigantic laser, and caused the deaths of more than a few members of the Sheriff's posse. Nearly gotten him killed by his rabid pet Vault Hunters, too.

Overall, things just barely cancelled each other out, but that didn't mean Winger had to be particularly friendly. Brawny arms folded over his chest as he stared up at Brick, letting out a humph when he'd spoken.

"Huh. First off, what has one'a yer boys done t' make mah boys bring him in? Second, what d'ya got t' trade?"

No point in making things too personal. Lynchwood was a town and, as Winger had discovered when he'd become Sheriff Winger, towns were like businesses. Grudges and whining got you nowhere. You had to make deals.

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Winger tilted his head upwards, as though hit with a sudden realization.

"...He called himself Shade because he heard that's what people in deserts like, didn' he?"

#Creepy fucker.

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Your muse breaks into my muse's room. What do they find?7: My muse in nothing but a towel.

Steam rose from Winger's slightly reddened skin in swirling hot tendrils, made heated and damp by a hot shower. Strands of sparse, dark hair matted to his skin, beads of water still rolling down his muscular, bulky form. A fluffy white towel was wrapped around his waist, just about preserving his modesty while the Deputy ruffled his chestnut hair dry with a second towel.

At the sound of an opening door, Winger dropped the towel instantly and settled a hand on the butt of his revolver, giving the intruder a flat look. Knees parted slightly so that he was ready to stand, unraveling the towel just a tad so that it was in danger of falling.

"What."

It was more an expression of exasperated resignation that no matter where he was or what he was doing, somebody needed him for something.

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