Rough touch ((I'm okay with any of them!))
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
Her head bounces off brick more than once, sending a line of curses from Gal’s mouth. Her vision flickers for only a second, then she looks back to Amelia with a grimace.
“Damn, if you wanted it rough you could have just told me__”
Another shove into the wall, and she curses again as head meets brick once more. Okay, maybe she deserved that one.
She makes a face at Amelia and looks up at the exposed manhole above them. She could see a couple lights, a wall, and a spotlight scanning the area. It was a Gunner camp, no doubt about it. It was quiet, so she suspected they may be asleep.
Her gaze moves back to Amelia and says lowly, “So the synth is here? How the hell did that happen.”
