GOOD MORNIN’.

[ color her impressed. ] they’re not used to guns where you’re from? [ brow raises. still, she’s examining her closely — admittedly, nitpicking is important here. ]

okay. good. i’m gonna give you the gun. one hand on the stock. [ pointing to the stock. ] and your other’s gonna go on the forend, okay? [ pointing to the forend. then, offering the gun, moving to stand behind her. ] finger away from the trigger, we’re not shooting yet.

yes, ma’am. don’t worry about paying me back. it’s a skill you’ll need around here. you mind if i touch you? i’ll get your arms and your body positioned right.

huntin’ shitheads.

i can show you how to use it, if you want.

uh, yeah, sorta. it shoots like that ‘cause of a small explosion that happens in the chamber.

so, you hold it — keep your finger above the trigger when you’re just aiming it. when you’re ready to shoot, pull the trigger. it’s only got so much ammo before you need to change it.

shotgun needs maintenance. damn.

i — look. it’s nothing.

no, no. ‘s fine.

slammin’ her bottle on the bar. tired eyes. disgruntled, clearly.

maybe. i dunno, it’s all the same to me.

“i’ve got empty whiskey bottles and . . . “ she pauses, patting her jacket. “small bottles of liquor.”

hey, night’s still young. i’ll get there.

“right. caesar’s a shithead good for nothing bitch. the legion thinks women are breeding sows. fucking disgusting. the ncr, uh — could be worse. bureaucratic nightmare.”

i’ve had enough whiskey to knock out about six men, to be fair.

life is beautiful.

picking at her skin. wandering. life feels beautiful at the moment.

oh, god, that’s not what she had been anticipating. “uh, no.” it’s not really a lie.

Murderflirting

sat pretty at the bar. cigarette rests between her lips, a brief reprieve from the bottle.

“there ya are. got tired of sittin’ pretty and waitin’ for you.” it’s slightly smug, arms crossed over her chest. her enthusiasm is subtle, but she’s happy enough to see @kickinthehead.bsky.social. “you ready to head out? i’m ( parched. * )” it’s somewhat dramatic, but still light enough. +

/ anyway. here’s a starter call lol

/ ok hi i need to say this: i am not a lewd account. i am not going to interact w accounts that so much as have “sub” or “dom” in their pinned. i do not write lewd. i don’t care if you do, but i am not writing with you. i am more than likely going to block.

i do not fear death. what i fear is my rage will fade one day.

rubbing her eyes. bright sun makes her headache go from dull to nightmarish. “( fuck. * )” a hiss.

drinking from her bottle of whiskey. straight from it. visibly bored.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ NOBODY’S DICK ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ IS THAT LONG, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ NOT EVEN LONG ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ DICK JOHNSON !