chicango:
if there was one thing that sylvie was confident about it was that she was good at her job, but chicago was a challenge. exactly the reason she had moved in the first place. that was only part of the thrill that she had been after, though. “someone messed with the hot water tank, it’s not big deal. it’ll be fixed soon,” she said optimistically as she finished her count and climbed back into the truck to put the box away. she couldn’t hide her smile when she looked over her shoulder in gabby’s direction. a good fit. just what she wanted to hear. but what are you into was a dreaded question and her expression momentarily dropped. “er- a lot of things?” the trouble was that she wasn’t really into anything. she’d spent the better part of the last year just going home to her fiancé and doing nothing. she wasn’t someone who went out often, she never had been. there was the second part of the thrill she sought. she liked gabby and stella - aside from that, the women of the firehouse really ought to stick together, right? “i’d love to, yeah,” she agreed. “where is there to go around here? i haven’t really had the chance to explore yet.”
“Brett.” She stopped what she was doing, throwing a look over at the blonde. “Are you saying you don’t have any hot water?” Seemingly something that would come with the apartment. “Well, how soon is soon?” She seemed far more relaxed about it than Gabby might have been, but the brunette did really value her hot showers. With a shake of her head, Gabby turned her attention back to the pack in front of her, a light chuckle ripping through her. “If soon doesn’t end up being soon, you know I’ve got a spare room if you need it.” That damn room in her apartment she hadn’t been able to reliably fill. But that was another issue for another time. “You’re killing me with all the details over here.” A lot of things wasn’t very specific, but Gabby laughed it off, passing a box up to her in the ambo. “Kidd and I will gladly be your guides.” Gabby started thinking of bars and other places to go out in her head, but one particular place kept invading her thoughts. Damn Hermann. “Okay, on the subject of places to go...do you want to know a secret?” She had been dying to pitch the idea to someone outside of their threesome. “Hermann, Otis, and I put a bid up to buy this bar a few blocks down.”










