Week 17 Friday who. whiskey and open what. taking some "me" time out by the river. when. late evening where. belle fourche river rating. tbd status. in progress
Evenings were something Whiskey looked forward to throughout the day. Maybe it was a keen sense of irony birthed from the fact she practically lived in the sewers.
Darkness came naturally.
She preferred to hunt, wander, and breathe in it. Think of it as her security blanket. So, it came to no surprise when she decided to fetch a pail of water from the river once the sun dipped past the horizon.
The sky was a dusty navy blue patched with obscure colors of violet. Stars had already revealed themselves, sprinkling the sky with it's twinkling luminance.
It was beautiful.
Whiskey would have plenty of time to enjoy it since she didn't need to hunt tonight.
Tonight was considered her day off, in a matter of speaking. There was enough food stocked up for now, and traps secured in their territory, that there wasn't much else that needed to be done.
That thought drilled a smile on her face, as cheesy as it was to be smiling to herself, she was feeling ridiculously cheerful. Blush might even have risen to her cheeks at some point.
Loitering to the edge of the river, she dipped her bucket beneath the water and pulled it out once filled, setting it on the grassy ridge momentarily as she sat down on the damp vegetation. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and began untying the shoelaces of her leather boots, kicked them off, and rolled up the ankles of her jeans. She stretched her legs back out, squishing her toes in the grass, feeling it prickle against her skin.
A sigh bellowed from her throat, muscles untensing, allowing every inch of her to relax.