Re: Rhiannon + Bethany + Open
A moment later, a face appeared over hers, backlit by the orange glow of a streetlamp. "You let go." The brunette's mouth broke into a smile. She came around the other side of the librarian and grabbed her by the frozen hands. "C'mon," she said, an out-of-state accent ringing on the 'O'. "One, two, three, up." The tug was gentle but insistent, and strong. The boys flanked her, their laughter fueled by adrenaline and not judgment, if the wet seats of their own jeans were to be believed. Rhiannon let go and gave the woman the space to recover and knock the snow off her pants.
She looked at the black sky, still half-expecting the frozen flakes to turn on Searchlight, ushering in the arrival of an abominable snowman from the mountains, or to reveal that they were all trapped in a giant, demented kid's snow globe. Nothing normal and good and clean happened here. Rhiannon would settle for good.