#open; chrissy

[normallyxstranger]

She'd spent her day off from Shiney's putting work into the new property. Chrissy was on her own, for the time being, putting in long hours of hard work. It would've been nice if just one of her brothers took time off to help his baby sister, but she wasn't too bitter. This was her project, after all, opening this new bar. She wanted to do this herself.

Except take out these innumerable Hefty bags of hefty trash. Their help would've been real damn nice.

But Chrissy hauled them easily though, tossing one into the dumpster, then the other. She stepped back when she smelled something... unexpected. Over the dumpster's rotten-sweet stink, the wolf scented someone.

She narrowed her eyes. "Lurking out by the trash?" she called, irritation plain in her voice. "Really?"

[normallyxstrange]

     “What time is it?” The question came out in a voice still husky with sleep. The light streaming in through the blinds of the east-facing window told her it was too early. Chrissy shook off the question and her grogginess before she leaned against the partially open front door.      “If you’re selling something, I’m not interested,” she stated right up front. “And I’m happy with the religion I have, thank you.” Whatever it was, it had better be good. She wasn’t a morning person. Clearly. 

[normallyxstranger]

“That’s–” But Chrissy cut herself off, at a complete loss. What was she supposed to say to that? How could she sympathize?

She finally settled with “That’s some shit, man,“ and downed her drink. “Next one’s on me.”

[normallyxstrange]

     “That’s--” But Chrissy cut herself off, at a complete loss. What was she supposed to say to that? How could she sympathize? 

     She finally settled with “That’s some shit, man," and downed her drink. “Next one’s on me.”

[normallyxstranger]

"And you don't believe a word I'm saying," Chrissy said, exhaling a weary sigh. "That's just great."

[normallyxstranger]

"What now?" Chrissy asked with a weary sigh. "I'm tired."

[normallyxstranger]

The plate of burgers Chrissy carried made a soft clink when she put them on the table. She took a seat and sighed deeply. As she glanced over, concern softened her eyes.

"You alright? You look tired. When's the last time you slept?"

[normallyxstranger]

“What time is it?” The question came out in a voice still husky with sleep. The light streaming in through the blinds of the east-facing window told her it was too early. Chrissy shook off the question and her grogginess before she leaned against the partially open front door. 

“If you’re selling something, I’m not interested,” she stated right up front. “And I’m happy with the religion I have, thank you.” Whatever it was, it had better be good. She wasn’t a morning person, especially when that morning followed on the heels of a full moon night.