— WILD WOMAN, LUMINOUS WOLF.

In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way. SHANE KEOUGH 38. Inspector for Elisabeth Island PD. Myrtle Rock. ❝ Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. ❞

[shanekeough]

               “I don’t know, I don’t know ---” The low mumbling came from an inebriated Shane as she pulled open the passenger door to Michael’s vehicle. Somehow always the reliable one, even at a fancy fundraiser with an open bar, he offered the one who should’ve had a little more control with her intake. It wasn’t often Shane had a night free like this, and though she wasn’t typically the dress up gal she took advantage of a presented opportunity. “She was just saying something about the snow and a broken window.” If possible, the shrug of Shane’s shoulders hoped to convey that she didn’t get much out of the phone call before the call dropped. Either way, the mother on the verge of empty nest syndrome expressed her desire to get to Jenna, wanting to know everything was alright. Service was a little spotty and as they would descend down the mountain to return to town they would lose service altogether. Especially with the sky not looking so great. “Thanks for offering me a ride and not letting me drive.” Click. Seatbelt now secured, Shane sat antsy beside her longtime friend. “You don’t think I’m a helicopter mom, do you?” With Jenna at 23 and Shane having a hard time letting go of her daughter all grown up and moving into her adult life, she’d overheard someone say she was too attached. The open bar had been great, only the inspector was getting caught in the sensitive side alcohol brought out.

WHERE: Rockwater Resort

WHEN: Friday, January 22rd, 2021

WHO: @michaelbianchi​

[shanekeough]

               “Jameson? Is that you?” Making an approach, drink clutched in hand like the precious accessory it was, Shane made her way to the fiery mechanic. “Holy shit, it is.” One blink, another blink --- the blonde had never seen Tylene out of a pair of jeans, boots, and a tshirt so this was quite the pleasant surprise. One that her friend here didn’t seem all that pleased about. Shane knew all about how that went, usually it came from relatives gushing over you after not having seen you in some time and making you wish you hadn’t shown the fuck up in the first place. The mechanic had always been beautiful, seeing her hair swept up and so much lovely skin on display changed the game a little. “I’ve gotta be honest,” and yes Shane knew the woman had likely heard this 1,000 times over by now, “I definitely hadn’t expect to see you here tonight.” Not so much for the dress code, more to the fact that Tylene didn’t seem to enjoy people all that much. “For my sake, keep those knuckles clean tonight please.”

WHERE: Rockwater Resort Fundraiser

WHEN: Friday, January 22nd, 2021

WHO: @tylenejameson​

[shanekeough]

LEON, FRANKIE.

@shanekeough​

Frankie couldn’t help but let out a sign of relief when she noticed Shane. “You need to help me.” The brunette said hurriedly. “I found this really nice lace thong in my dresser and I wore it because I’m not a half-ass girl — but the thing is killing me.” She hissed beneath her breath. “Just turn around and hide me while I fix it.” She gave her friend a pleading look. “I’m going to get you a drink.” Of course they were free but she was desperate enough that she’d probably give her anything she wanted right now. “Plus, I need to fix my cleavage. It always feels like I’m about to flash someone. I fucking hate dresses.”

               Did any woman really enjoy wearing dresses? Sure, for many there was the fun in getting dolled up and putting on something that changed the way you felt for a while. Was their any actual praise for comfort? That was what Shane wanted to know most as her friend’s words hit her, making her fidget just a little and adjust her own dress. Like seeing an ant then suddenly feeling itchy. “For someone that hates dresses, Frankie, you look ---” The blonde’s brows raised as she appraised the woman nearly toppling out of her painted on attire. “I’m shocked you actually fit a thong under that, looks like second skin.” Hot as fuck, that went without saying, the blonde just maybe needed to check that Frankie was getting proper amounts of oxygen. Shane moved in front and with her friend being slightly bigger than she, an effort was made in making herself larger to block the view of the woman behind her fixing her delicates. “I think this calls for two drinks since you’re using me to fix both tits and ass.”

[shanekeough]

LARSEN, MIKAEL.

Fiesty, that was the word that came to mind when his baby blues zoned in on the blonde before him. Mikael had the urge too laugh but kept it at the back of his throat, watching her with an inquisitive stare and his whole aura screamed that people should have just avoided him. He wasn’t a fan of the human race, he believed them to be slow and ignorant. He himself wasn’t much better but he held his head high regardless.

But as he listened more carefully to the rambles that were leaving her pert lips, he couldn’t help it as his shoulders raised with his almost inaudable laugh, his eyes even lit with the motion as he shook his head; he loved it when woman got protective, at least he knew they had a backbone. But his entertainment was always if it was an act, or if they really had one.

He couldn’t get a read on her.

‘’Now you seen like the kinda’ girl that would keep me interested’’ Mikael purred with a cocky raise of his brow, although his lips were now amused as the corners tugged into a grin, pearly whites on show for the world as he nodded his head and looked back to the other woman whom he’d hoped had quietly skirted away by now. Nope, she was still there.

Take a picture love, it’ll last longer, he thought. 

‘‘If you’d like to join me, maybe you could lecture me on my ettiquite.’‘ He asked, his eyes doing the talking as they stayed trained on her. He loved to toy with anyone, but he also liked to anaylse them; really get to know what made them tick. Maybe it was fascination with the opposite too himself, and then fascination for those who were more like him.

‘‘You seem like you’d be able to keep up.’‘ He paused as he raised his glass in her direction which had now been refilled without even asking — he must have spent way too much time at this place than he’d previously thought. A sigh escaped. He tutted when he heard the blonde go back to his former entertainment for tonight — if it was a show he’d have rated it a one and half star and that was being polite. 

‘‘Yada yada yada — I’m a asshole, news flash, it’s common knowledge.’‘ 

               Flashes of white hot heat caused Shane to blink, leaving her to struggle with the desire of slamming his face into the hard wood before him. Chances were he was somewhere in his thirties; nowhere near the smiling, laughing, insolent teenager he appeared to be in that moment. Was she simply too used to people checking themselves if she got bothered enough to tell them off? It was more likely than anyone might have thought. Shane was more than the chief of police’s daughter and great inspector in her own right, the towhead also had a reputation for being rough. There were complaints on her record for being too rough, for putting people down hard during arrest.

                 What’s more? The woman was aware of her power. Shane could knock a man out in a bar and who was going to arrest her? At most, there’d be a slap on the wrist from her father. Most of the locals would shake their head at the idiot who found their sack and decided it a good idea to piss off the take-no-shit woman.

              “Woman. We’re gonna have a serious problem if I find out you’re into girls.” Much more serious than the little spat they were having now. It was a stand as well, maybe more so a warning --- show respect or grab some ice. “I’m not your entertainment piece either. Holding your interest does nothing for me.”

                 At this point? Yeah, Shane was hoping the woman stuck around. If only to make this guy uncomfortable. The look he’d taken over his shoulder to see her still there hadn’t been missed.

              “If I join you I’m likely to bend you over my knee.” 

              Was she interested that he wanted her to stay after telling him off? No. There wasn’t any part of her that was intrigued or attracted. Bullies, a big kid with a magnifying glass and an ant hill --- the only interest Shane had was knocking an asshole like that off their self built pedestal. “Me keeping up with you isn’t the worry. You should really assess the opposite.”

                 Unfortunately, the other woman rolled her eyes and used this moment to release a bored sigh and make her departure. 

              “Who the fuck knows you? I’ve lived here my whole life. In fact, you can easily find out that Keoughs have been running around on this island for four generations. You,” a harsh finger stabbed at him, “who the fuck are you? Common knowledge? You may have been a big man, a hot shot, wherever you came from but you’re nobody here.”

[shanekeough]

YOUNG, MIRANDA.

A blush appeared on her cheeks that she could feel was traveling down her neck at lightning speed. “Y-yeah, sorry… yeah…” she laughed, palming her forehead with her hand. “Sorry, force of habit. Kids… you know. Can’t swear in front of kids. Not that I have kids. I don’t–I’m a teacher. They’ll repeat anything and everything, then I’ll get in trouble for being a little too blatantly honest in front of my class,” she started to over-explain before shaking her head. She remembered assisting another teacher right after finishing school and having to file quite a few reports due to a little slip up of a language incident. It wasn’t pretty. “Only a little bit, I think. Or at least enough to make me book a massage appointment. But, oof. I’ve fallen off stranger things before. In my defense, that time I was crazy drunk and that sort of had cushioned my fall by numbing my brain. Anyway,” she shook her head again. “Ahh, the marinara. I was planning on making lasagna tonight.”

               Some people talked and talked. It wasn’t anything Shane minded. Well, unless she didn’t have the time or they were complaining. At this very moment neither were present to conflict this exchange, leaving the lead inspector to feel grateful. The stroll around the aisles, grabbing this and that to fill her basket, was for a stock up of the pantry and fridge. It’d been awhile and Jenna had complained, oddly providing some relief to the young mother that her adult child still needed her. “Right,” Shane paused, remembering that was proper parenting and half-heartedly agreeing, “can’t swear in front of the kids. What level do you teach?” The mention of impressionable minds and the repetition of anything said brought the thought that Miranda’s students were young. In doing her best to ignore the blush that violently colored the other’s fair skin, Shane shifted her basket from her right hand to her left. Briefly, the blonde thought about dinner and what she should make. Would Jenna even be home tonight? Before she knew it, and thankfully said company was alright, the blonde shaking off her tumble was over-explaining once again. It tucked a smile into Shane’s features, finding it endearing. Probably because she wasn’t in any hurry, nor was she being bitched at about something. “Ahh yes, the many benefits of alcohol. Once it wears off, though ---” Some chuckling broke up her words. “Alright, you dust off and I’ll grab that for you. Lasagna sounds good, also sounds like a lot of work.” A moment later Shane was bringing it down from the shelf and handing it off.

[shanekeough]

BENNETT, MARLOW.

“well, they should.” marlow hummed with conviction. because in winter, it added something special to the cold nights, and in summer, they made staying out in the evening warmth even better. marlow couldn’t exactly decorate the roof of her rental, because she didn’t particularly want to get in trouble for stumbling around on the roof, but she’d strung lights across their front fence and the bushes that framed the gate. “—-noted.” marlow chuckled when shane mentioned that they thought the colored lights looked out of place after the holiday, a grin tugging at her features. “oh, yeah. i have some draped over the head of my bed.” 

               Not really having a dog in the fight, Shane’s shoulders rose and fell. Her hat was off to those that could carry on their seasonal spirit, either keeping the lights up as long as winter lingered or changing them up per the time of year. For the blonde? The only reason they stayed up for an extended time period was due to laziness in hauling them back down and tucking them away into storage until the holiday season demanded their presence once more. Plus, with Jenna all grown, the energy for it all had changed. Shane still wasn’t sure how she felt about it. “Are you able to sleep with them like that?” Sure, laying there under the covers and viewing late night programming with the lights glowing around her head was doable. Otherwise? Not so much. “I need darkness when I sleep.” The towhead didn’t mind ambient noise as she slumbered. In fact, she preferred it. Otherwise she heard anything and everything. After a sip of her coffee, Shane added --- “Not that I can’t pass out on the couch here and there when I’m exhausted.”

[i-am-roadrunner]

[shanekeough]

MILLER, DOMINIC.

@elisabethstarters​ Location: Shooters, late evening.

Shooters was pretty empty as he headed on break to sit inside at the bar and grab some food from the kitchen. The perk of working at a place that had at least some food, it meant they had a salad too. Dom was a pretty healthy guy and you could tell just by looking at him he took care of himself. He goes to the gym, he runs, and he eats relatively healthy. At least, as healthy as his cooking skills let him. Lara had been the one that cooked in the relationship so two years following her funeral, he’s stuck to salads and meat or buying pre-made meals for a change-up. The salads aren’t bad at least for a rooftop lounge and he’s fine with keeping an eye on things inside. Of course, the place wasn’t always so calm and collected, it just seemed like Monday wasn’t going to be a hit which was a drag for the bartenders but not for the only fucking introvert in this bar. The man taps on the bar as he waits for one of the bartenders to be free to get his order in, distracting them for a moment before directing their attention to the person nearby. “Sorry. No, you go. I’m here all night. Order whatever,” he mentions to the person, an employee obviously going after guests. “The sliders are pretty good, if you’re lookin’ for food. I’m a big fan,” he nods. “If you’re looking for a drink, I’d go with the margarita. They make a damn good frozen one.” 

               At some point there was supposed to be an end to her shift. Yeah, inspectors, sans the uniforms, were only supposed to be on for eight hours at a time. Just as such with any other employment, being an officer of the law was just a job at the end of the day. Even if some treated as all there was in life, showing up anyone else that was passionate about their work yet knew how to turn it off and go home each day. It was laughable, really, the whole shift idea since Shane was expected to always be on call. No matter what she was doing or where the blonde’s personal life took her, the cell phone tucked into the pocket of her jeans or sometimes her jacket never knew what the silencer switch was on the side of it. If the damn thing rang with need, Shane answered. Well, unless, of course, she was already in the middle of something in her line of work. That part of her job was hated. Shane fought and rebelled so hard against the probability of becoming her father; the man who had no off switch when it came to his lifelong career as a policeman. It wasn’t shocking that he now was the chief and head honcho of the entire force on the island. Maybe for thirty minutes or so Shane could walk herself into Shooters, order some onion rings and a side of ranch with a beer, without any interruption. The day had been so busy there was no memory of her giving her body any sustenance or nourishment since the morning. And that --- well, it consisted of a shamefully large cup of coffee and not one but two glazed donuts that sat in the break room on the table. The blonde inspector took a look to her right, tired eyes complete with bags forming underneath them looked over Dominic and short nodded in acceptance of his thoughtfulness. “Don’t worry I’ll be quick.” And she was, ordering those rings and red ale then slapping down two twenties on the bar top, jerking her head in the bouncer’s direction. “His is on me too.” Whatever he ordered. “It’s offensive you think I’d ever be a margaritas girl.” Exhaustion made her friendly smile difficult to shape. Shane was of course teasing despite the underlying truth that she didn’t drink them no matter how they came. Especially on the clock, the hard liquor in them would be a terrible idea. She only chose the red ale because she’d keep it at just the one, something to wash down the deep fried goodness she was soon to enjoy. “I’m with you on the sliders though. Thrilling night, yeah?”

[shanekeough]

BENNETT, MARLOW.

open /  @elisabethstarters​

“okay, i know it’s january, and it’s like — socially illegal to keep christmas decorations up past a certain date but….i love them, okay??” marlow enjoyed christmas, but even without the holiday aspect of it all, the decorations always looked amazing. bare trees lit up with the twinkling lights, long after dark. “it brings a sparkle to winter.” she hummed, smile tugging at her features. not that marlow minded winter. she never got affected by the shorter days, the lack of sunlight or the cold. it was all part of the cycle, and winter was special in its own way. but the decorations always made marlow smile. 

               “I know plenty of people that keep the lights up year round. They just don’t usually plug ‘em in each night once the Christmas season is over.” Which, seemed fairly practical to Shane. Especially with how all out some people went with their decorations, the hassle of putting up the lights and then taking them down a few weeks later could be a pain. “Personal opinion though --- the colored lights are odd and out of place for me outside of Christmas.” The blonde’s shoulders rose and fell, icy blues fixed on Marlow. “The white lights are nice for winter or backyard decorations. I like that. Even using them as ambiance lighting in spots in the house.”

[shanekeough]

MOUSAVI, JASMINE.

@elisabethstarters​ Location: Sugar & Spice Bakery

Usually, Jasmine’s day was spent upstairs in the office, going over the accounts, figures, menus, orders, anything and everything that needed doing, but today, her shop assistant had called in sick. It had been a while since Jasmine had worked the counter, the till, the coffee machine and everything else that came with being an assistant at Sugar & Spice and she wasn’t exactly dressed for it, but it Khloe Kardashian could get through a cheating scandal, she could get through a counter shift in heels. 

Trying to ignore the pain in the balls of her feet, Jasmine flitted around the bakery, wiping down the few tables they had inside and out of the building for people to dine in and generally making sure the bakery was as perfect looking as the day it had opened. Taking her place back behind the counter as the doorbell tinkled throughout the room, Jasmine looked up, a bright, welcoming smile on her face. “Hi, welcome to Sugar & Spice, can I help you with anything?”

                It had been a few days since she’d heard from Jenna, which prompted the inspector to shoot her daughter a text --- just checking in. For the most part? Yeah, they were at least in touch pretty much every day in one form or another. Jenna had grown up with Shane in many aspects, given that she was a very young mother and on her own they bonded beyond the usual parent to child relationship. At least in Shane’s mind they were also best friends. Now she was facing the struggle that with Jenna grown, the young woman in her own right was forging a life of her own, one that gave a little freedom from her parent. It wasn’t easy for Shane to swallow and take without that adding to her stress levels as well, but --- she was doing the best she could.

               Strolling into the bakery, the blonde was of mind to buy some of her daughter’s favorites and probably a little something for herself too, then head over to Jenna’s to drop in on her. Not only had she been raised by a cop, Shane was a cop as well, there was no way she could get through a day without some level of worry. She knew and had seen too much out there. Things that in the past she had tried her best to shield Jenna from. Bottom line: letting go was hard. Maybe even impossible. “Hey, Jas. I’m gonna get a box of brownies from you for Jenna if you’ve got enough left in stock.” As she headed for the counter Shane pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head. “How’s things going?”

[shanekeough]

YOUNG, MIRANDA.

The plus side to working in heels is that she always got that extra boost of height when she needed it. The downside is that she tried to do groceries after a long day with five-year-olds, meaning her feet were tired. It also wasn’t much fun trying to grab a jar of sauce off the top shelf without a) having to climb on things and b) risk breaking a nail (or an ankle) trying to climb up the shelf. With a huff, she glanced around to make sure no one could cite her for this, or tell her that she needed a ladder. If this is what she had to do to get a jar of pasta sauce, then so be it. She carefully stepped up to the lowest part of the shelf and tiptoed, trying to grab what she wanted, only to be startled by footsteps coming her way. “Frack! Ahh!” Mandy squeaked, flapping her arms as to not fall over (but failed) as she stumbled back onto the linoleum flooring. Rubbing her backside, she looked up. “You saw nothing.”

@elisabethstarters​

               “Did you really just holler out ‘frack’?” Incredulous yet smirking, Shane bent some and offered a hand up to the blonde rubbing her ass on the floor. “You didn’t break that tailbone, did you?” Before she continued on with any sort of teasing there was some duty, and well just being a decent person, in checking in on if she was alright. A fall was a fall, even if she looked young and padded enough where she landed to have been able to take the fall with minimal injury. “Cop,” index directing at her visage, icy blues peered down at the other, shaking her hand now with a little impatience settling in, “I see just about everything.” There wasn’t a rush, Shane wasn’t intending on pushing the woman to move before she was ready, there was just always a sense of on the go with her.  A quick assessment and Shane discerned she wouldn’t be much more help, she wasn’t any great difference taller than her fellow towhead. What she was, however, was springy on her feet. “So, which sauce were you after?”

[shanekeough]

LARSEN, MIKAEL.

LOCATION ▬ PRYZM, PORT ELIZABETH. TIME FRAME ▬ MIDNIGHT, TUESDAY EVENING. OPEN STARTER ▬ @elisabethstarters​

In a sea of people he found some kind of disconnect, a rather perpectulant take of those around him as his internal monolouge berated him with his own distaste for the human race. Mikael Larsen was an odd addition to this free-flowing town, in fact, he found that only place he seemed to fit in was the familiar stool where he sat himself every night, a glass in hand as he tried to drowned out the people around him. 

Their constant chatter was nauseating, time consuming and boring — intellect was something that could keep his fleeting attention span. The person that was trying to talk his ear off that night had little to none, he avoided yet another eye roll as he drained the remains of the amber hued liquid and signalled for another.

He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as he looked to the chatty stranger, a fake smile now etched onto his features; the tightness was there. Unaware that even with his best attempt to look friendly, it wasn’t sucsessful tonight. 

‘‘In reality, the dull nature of your tone and lack to create an engaging conversation has driven me to imagine what gauging my eyes out would be like—’‘ He paused as the drink was placed in front of him, offering the server a small thankful smile as he turned his attention back to the situation at hand ‘‘— and right now I believe that would be more pleasureable.’‘ 

Without a second thought he turned his body away from the person at hand, a sigh of relief finally leaving his once puffed up chest, a head shake followed before his fingers wrapped around the crystal glass; hopeful that his night would continue in peace and solidarity. 

It was a wish he knew wouldn’t stay that way, he could only be hopeful. 

               After answering so many domestic disturbance calls throughout her career, there was only so much Shane could take of hearing a man tear down a woman. And for what? Talking to him? Too often the young and attractive ones like this guy were fucking pricks. Maybe they felt they were owed something, and whatever that something was --- well, the blonde inspector hadn’t figured out what that was just yet. 

              It was hard enough to try and strike up a relationship with someone through words at a bar. Especially when the reception was this cold, and from her vantage point, Shane had heard this asshole offer up nothing in exchange. Yet --- the woman kept trying, to get anything going, and he simply wouldn’t reciprocate. God forbid he lift a finger.

              Or, you know, maybe politely and gently let her down rather than let her uselessly ramble on. How fucking hard was it to say ‘hey, sorry, I’m not interested. I’m just here to have a drink in silence’? Apparently it was beyond this guy’s capacity and hearing him mouth off to the woman on the other side, well --- Shane had had enough.

              “Hey, asshole. If your high horsed ass needs some engaging conversation, if her attempts just weren’t doing it for you, then how about you make some fucking effort and change that. Rather than sit on your lame ass and expect people to serve you.”  Then, with a roll of her eyes and shake of her head, Shane muttered with the rim of her glass edging her lips --- “Fucking prick.”

              Once she’d set her glass back onto the bar in front of her, Shane leaned back to make eye contact with the other woman on the opposite side of the male. “He’s clearly not worth your time, honey. Any bit of attractiveness he held,” icy blues moved back to him between them and raked over him, “went down too many notches to be desirable even with a healthy dose of alcohol.”

[shanekeough]

PATEL, SHEA.

@elisabethstarters​ Location: Angler’s Rest, Friday evening

While Shea is sure to work hard in everything that she does, she also ensures that she plays hard. In New York that usually meant going to a concert or a show, going to Clubs and art gallery openings, sometimes it meant just doing blow with her friends and wandering the aimless streets of the city. New York City was a very different place than Elisabeth Island. It’s not quite as alive as the City was at night. In the end, she was just lucky to have enough places to frequent just to mix up the faces that she sees. Tonight, she’d dragged her brother along, forcing him to get out of the house and hopefully into a fun night that didn’t involve binging a Netflix show. Where Shea was loud, Sebastian was quiet. Where Shea had no fear, Sebastian was worried about most things, especially following their parents’ death. 

Dragging him out hadn’t been so bad for him, he had to admit that tomorrow because as he’s a little tipsy in the Angler’s Rest, he’s telling some hot guy about one of the books he’s picked from the shelf. Shea wants to see Sebastian let loose so she excuses herself, keeping a keen eye on them as she heads to the bar to sit and order herself a gin and tonic, pulling out her phone as she sits. When she feels someone’s eyes on her, she looks up, eyebrow quirked for her sarcastic remark. “If you’re here to buy my drink, I just ordered but you can pick up the tab if you want,” she says. “And by that I mean you should buy me a drink because now I’m a third wheel for my brother and that is just sad to admit,” she adds. “I’m the fun one for fuck’s sake.”

               “You sure as fuck don’t seem like the fun one.” Referring to the brunette’s assumption and attitude. Normally, Shane was happy to buy someone a drink. As a fourth generation islander and a cop at that, the blonde felt as though she knew pretty much everyone. Maybe not so much the city folk that attracted a lot of tourists and new townies. Even then, most she’d possibly claim to recognize by having seen their face once or twice. “You seem like the pouty whiner to me.” The smirk lodging and tucking in tight at the corner of her mouth attempted to alert to a playfulness, perhaps even just giving the other shit to get some banter going, but --- there was an edge of truth in her observation. At least thus far. It certainly wasn’t an overall assessment. “I was gonna suggest you order something that isn’t a complete shit drink and you might have a little more fun but shoving your tab at me ---” A tsk sounded from Shane’s tongue hitting the back of her pearly whites seconds before she swiped the hot toddy delivered to her by the bartender. 

               It had been a long day and an even longer week. Shane was officially off the clock and naturally found herself with some amber hued liquid in hand, wanting nothing less than to make all the hard edges soft and fuzzy. Dealing with assholes day in and day out took a toll, battling with her father second guessing decisions she made with her workload and him making everything twice as hard for her because of the fact that she was the chief’s daughter took a toll, and coping with Jenna putting in a little space and discovering more of her life on her own --- well, that was a double toll. As soon as Shane had left the station she had told herself that she better just get her cranky ass home, have a burrito and a Bargs and call it a fucking night, but no, here she was. Enjoying a bit of sass from Shea. “I’ll foot the bill if you order something better than fucking gin and tonic. I thought you were raised better than that.”

[winnickdaily]

[dailyvirginriver]

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the official mood is tired. very tired. but still pushing through

[imjust-a-girl]