"Oh, fuck you, too," Henley rolled her eyes and threw up a middle finger to the man who refused to arm wrestle her, "You’re just afraid I’ll break the bones in your little puny hands." Honestly, she couldn’t say much, she had rather small hands. Difference was, she literally could break every bone in big-bad-biker-guy here’s body. Her hands were good at breaking things; but they were good at other things too (enter winking and cool shades emoji here).
She threw a few more fighting words at the man before his old lady calmed him and talked him into leaving the bar. Henley scoffed at him as he left. Though, she supposed she really shouldn’t be starting fights in her uncle’s bar. That was more a thing for Twin Moon. And for when Colton was around to see how hot she was when she was kicking people’s asses. Wait, what?
Shaking that thought was easier than it normally was, because a strange sensation that she hadn’t felt in years washed down her spine. She’d only ever felt that once before, with one particular person. What had her name been? Harper. Harper Greery. It was only seconds after she felt it in her bones that the smell hit her. It shocked her to her core, still. Henley had done a pretty good job of stuffing this emotion down and hiding it when Harper was no longer around. But as she turned towards the blonde in question, she could feel it all bubbling to the surface.
Henley started towards the bar, wondering why this blonde smelled so much like her. Why did Harper make her very bones ache, as if some kind of magnetism were drawing them towards each other. And it wasn’t in the way that she was drawn to say, Clair or Andrea (the magnetism started in the crotch with those two). This was like… It was like her soul was incomplete.
Henley waved half-heartedly to the bartender and asked for a bottle of whiskey; seriously, she needed it with how exhausted she already felt. Then she heard Harper’s voice speak her name, and Henley’s blue eyes turned up to meet the green of Harper’s. Seriously, what in the hell was going on?
She’d hardly had any time with the girl when she was here before; in fact she’d tried to avoid her once all of this had started happening. “Harper, right?” Henley said, smiling to her and hoping that it didn’t show how shook she was to the core at the way Harper saying her name seemed to reverberate with the universe. She sounded like a psycho, and she knew it. But there was just… something about Harper.
"When did you get back in town?" she asked, tilting her head.
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