@justmeanerthanyou ❛hey … it’s okay now. you’re safe here. ❜ Boyd to Lemon
🐝 * ― 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.
Lemon was not having a good day. It could be said that it weighed so heavily on her, she had grown numb for a few hours. Allowing whiskey to drown out the horrible sounds and sights she’d witnessed in the morning. She wasn’t quite sure how Boyd found her, but there she was in the middle of her third--no, fourth drink when he appeared. Not even looking up as he sat beside her, she swirled the liquid courage with a blank stare, before taking a sip. Settling it down on the counter, she looked at him from the side.
“For how long, this time?” She pushed the drink forward, then turned completely to him. “Do you know that not only did I witness my first gun fight, but also my first dress being thrown out on account of someone’s insides finding their way on my attire because, I don’t know-- we’re apparently heathens all up in here! I thought I was going to die. Cease to exist! Not even into Lemonade, Boyd! But turnin’ into some evaporated vapor in the atmosphere, kind of disappearin’ --The kind there ain’t no way coming back from.” she was probably louder than she should be in a setting like this, so she looked away from him, and hands settled on both sides of the drink once more. Almost in an catatonic state, she added, “No where’s safe. Not anymore.”