#*stevie&xeno

[baddluckclub]

@inrovina 

“xenooo!” 

stevie throws her arms around him in a big, tight hug, beaming with a bright-eyed smile despite the early hour. she’s been awake for a while, running on nothing but caffeine and a little bit of coke. her clients keep odd hours, you know, and energy drinks are gross, so coke and coffee it is. 

she waves him inside.  

“where’ve you been? what’s going on? i want to hear everything.” 

[somethinginthedirt]

@inrovina

it's the middle of the night and every muscle in her body is aching. blood and dirt sit underneath her fingernails, sweat beading her forehead despite the cool desert air. a shovel sits against her shoulder.

all stevie wants to do is crawl into her bed and wake up twelve hours later well-rested, but, despite the late hour, it'll be a while before she even gets to the bed part. she still has to clean all the blood off her floors and—

she stops outside the door to the owner's suite, her living space attached to the motel. a couple rooms down someone is standing outside their room staring at her. it was the guy who checked in earlier today. great. this wasn't a suspicious look at all.

caught, she raises her hand in a wave. "—you all good? need something?"