|w. earp (owndamnweapon) wrote in valloic,|
@ 2020-08-26 10:07:00
|Entry tags:||!action/thread/log, wynonna earp: doc holliday, wynonna earp: wynonna earp|
WHO: Wynonna Earp & Doc Holliday
WHAT: Some slice of life stuff
WHEN: Backdated to karaoke night
WHERE: Their apartment and Galahd's
WARNINGS: None that I can think of
Wynonna wasn’t sure what sort of magic she’d pulled out of her ass, but somehow she’d managed to talk Doc into going to Karaoke night at Galahd’s. Of course, there was the promise that she wouldn’t force him to sing, so that had probably helped. She was a woman of her word (mostly) and would not force that on him. However, she was about to force this decision on him because she absolutely could not figure out what she wanted to wear. Not that it was a big deal. A shirt was a shirt, right? But going to the bar for her own sake to just drink and be a little miserable was a lot different than going to the bar and knowing a lot of different people - and Not People - would be there. And him. Not that there was a need to impress Doc Holliday at this point, but it didn’t hurt to put a little effort out there sometimes.
“Doooc I need your help,” she whined from the bedroom, staring at two shirts in her hands and struggling to make up her mind. There weren’t necessarily a lot of things she was a ‘Typical Female’ about, but every now and then the struggle to decide what to wear was very real. She went out to the other room where he was, in her jeans and boots and a black bra, holding out the two shirts toward him.
“Which one do you think? ‘Cause I can’t make up my friggin’ mind.” One shirt was a dark green slim fitting tee with a low enough v-neck cut and the other was a maroon halter style midriff top. She paused then and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “You won’t care either way, will you?” she asked after a moment, rolling her eyes at herself a little. “I hate not having my wardrobe hereee,” she pouted. “Having to buy new clothes was such a pain in the ass.”