[She was going from cashing in from a recent transport job to the Outpost to what was now becoming 'her' favored tavern. Somewhere close enough to home that she could get there when she was completely shitfaced, but not so close that Clark might overhear her being a loud, ranchy asshole when she felt so inclined.
Not that she knew just how good his hearing was, but... hey. A girl had to plan.
It was the name that had her knowing who she'd see when she turned to look more than the voice that said it. Not many people, if any, called her Jones. Last names were a military thing, and there weren't that many military or ex-military that she hung around with. Less so here.]
CW: This thread will contain graphic mentions of sexual assault and violence.
Not that she knew just how good his hearing was, but... hey. A girl had to plan.
It was the name that had her knowing who she'd see when she turned to look more than the voice that said it. Not many people, if any, called her Jones. Last names were a military thing, and there weren't that many military or ex-military that she hung around with. Less so here.]
I thought you were still in Olympia.