🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 (jukejoint) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-17 22:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | black widow, christine daae, hawkeye, plot: las vegas |
Who: Sam + OPEN Hawkeye, Black Widow
What: Dealing with ice, and with whatever else comes along
Where: The Strip
When: Las Vegas Plot
Warnings/Rating: Probably bad things & Language
She was awake, and she was drinking coffee (black) and smoking a cigarette (Marlboro), while she watched the news to see what fucked up shit was happening in Las Vegas now. She didn't notice that Christine was, for all effective purposes, not there, because the soprano had been quiet since the whole "broken engagement thing," and Sam wasn't interested in waking her up.
The reporter was droning on about crime rates, and Sam had stopped paying attention, planning to get herself up from the couch at the Ranch and brave Neil. She'd told him she would swing by in the morning, but it wasn't like she was getting any sleep, and she might as well bite that fucking bullet. She'd never been scared of things like this, and she blamed Christine and her ridiculous bullshit.
She hauled herself off the couch as the Public Service Announcement warning began to blare on the television, and she groaned to herself a second later. She watched the television for a few minutes longer, and then she cursed herself for the worst kind of fucking idiot. She grabbed the warmest thing in her duffel - her work coveralls - slipped them over a tank and fatigues, and headed for the door. She had about two hours charge on her portable MIG, and she figured her blowtorch could get some of that fucking ice melted.
As she neared the Strip, and the gleam of bright neon on blue, blue ice made her breath catch. However dangerous it was, it was fucking gorgeous, and she tried to memorize the reflected color for a later project. Then, she moved to the closest car, one with a family visible beneath the sheen of frozen water, and set to work.