@perishscng
Lucy might find a special package sent to her in her room, today. Nothing too much, nothing that meets the eyes. If it wasn't for the signature red R attached to the bottle or refined wine she recieved, it might as well be mistaken as an anonymous present from some fan.
Some fan without financial problems.
lucy unwraps the bottle with a grin, that red 'R' telling her all she needs to know about the sender, and the occasion. after the adrenaline and victorious high had both worn off following her last, perhaps final, clash with sierra, the pike queen had been lying low in her apartment, draining her remaining PTO while watching re-runs of secrets from the stars. (their post-fight drink had been lovely. but rocket's med-bay, while state of the art, couldn't work a miracle on lucy's broken rib--a lingering memento of the brawl.)
even so, lucy is on the mend enough to extract her nav with a wince, squinting slightly as she types to a dormant number.
[sms: perishscng] thx for the gift. when are u coming over to check on me and the rib u broke?
[sms: perishscng] think u owe me a vacation here...would love to share this fancy wine with someone special... 💜
lucy smirks. oh, sierra. so fun to needle. she misses her.
[sms: perishscng] i'll even promise not to gloat about the win. much.












