Week Fourteen : Thursday Who: Charlie, Reina, and Poe What: Charlie gets to chat with some foxy ladies When: After Reina's meeting with Jax Where: The Lodge Rating: probably PG-13 or R Status: In progress
Life around the Lodge was pretty good so far. He did not care for some of the shady characters Jax and brought with him (Jax included), but he had managed to stay out of their way for the most part, or placate them whenever they approached him. He did not mind being around cold-blooded killers; some would lump Charlie right into that category. What bothered him was the shaky sense of loyalty the Jackals had. One character in particular kept him on edge. Mac. He knew she would torture or kill members of her own tribe for her own amusement. But other than her, the newcomers just gave him an uneasy feeling. Charlie knew he was the last person who could preach about loyalty, after abandoning the Mountain Lions to save his own hide, but there was something shifty about the Jackals, and it just did not sit right with him.
Lunchtime had just finished up, and Charlie was busy cleaning off dishes in the sink. Some days were better than others. A few nights he had woken up, shaking from nightmares. Tootles' death played out time and time again. And Charlie was unable to do anything to change it. But the sunlight chased away the haunting past, and his daily routine comforted him. He felt as if he should find Junk and comfort her, but at the same time, it helped that he had seen little of her.
Feminine voices pulled him from his musings as he moved on to drying the dishes. Yes, the women around here had helped to ease his mind as well. Charlie always relished a conquest, but he distinctly recognized the voices as belonging to the spunky girls from the Palace. Their presence intrigued him, though he continued on with his work. What brought them to this side of Sundance?