Hunter Sommer (missherocomplex) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-01-05 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle002, hunter, o'brien |
Who: Hunter & O'Brien [+ Open].
When: Sunday, December 16th. After 5pm.
Where: Market parking lot & interior, pet supply aisle.
What: Shopping for dog food on duty.
Warnings: TBD.
Hunter made good on her promise, relenting and getting ready to get out of the truck finally. She was placated with the promise of a vitamin water on him. She did love to tease O'Brien about turning the cruiser lights on for her, but she also knew he would rarely do it, which was half of why it was so fun to tease him about it. She had been pulled up to the market parking lot for a few minutes already, but had continued to text him into a negotiation from her truck, not an unusual occurrence for her. She was the type of girl who texted people in the same room as her, if it was more convenient. Though it was usually used to talk shit without doing it aloud. When the door of her truck opened and she began to climb out, her music was still on blast to the world.
She usually drove around revving her engine like a tough guy, it was one of her favorite things about driving her truck, and the fact that she also usually had her music loud enough to vibrate her truck obnoxiously with bass went without saying.
It hadn't been a particularly bright week, she hadn't had to sleep in the truck for the last couple of days, at least. Nona had been kind enough to invite her to stay with her, and insisted there was enough room for the dog, and that was all fine.. but Hunter was in a foul mood, given everything, and had still been keeping herself pretty scarce around the Garret house. She wasn't even in the mood to try to flirt with Nona's father, a true shame.
Hang out time with O'Brien was just what she needed. Her relationship with O'Brien was.. complicated, in a lot of ways. But simple in many others. There were things that had happened between them since she had dropped out of university and come home, issues between them that they danced around and never brought up even though sometimes it was like an elephant in the room.. they were better when they were laughing and having a good time. Because in the end, most importantly, he was her friend. Probably her best, beside Nona. She had known Nona most of her life, but since she had been fourteen years old, she had Brannon O'Brien, and he had done a his best job of filling a gap left in her life by Ben's death. The big brother she hadn't necessarily asked for, but needed. People thought their friendship was weird, but Hunter had never really given a shit. She never said it in so many words, but she had always felt that it was no coincidence that O'Brien was the one on the accident scene that night, the first one that she saw after she came to. One of the only people, other than her brother, who ever picked up for her against David Sommer.
How Hunter and O'Brien met wasn't particularly a happy memory though, and the blonde didn't talk about it much. But she knew it went without saying how important it was that he had been there, and she knew that he did as well. It had been the worst night of her life, and if she had to share it with someone, she was glad that it was Bran. Like they said, misery loved company, and that fucking night had been misery.
Today was supposed to fun though, she wanted to focus on having a good time with O'Brien. And getting her damn vitamin water, she was fucking parched. She had already decided on the drive over that she would probably call in to work after all; Vic would just have to deal with it, and if Emma had to work a double shift because of it, sucked to be her. It was getting late and she still had to go back to her storage unit and load up the truck after this shopping trip. Last night, she had found out one of the night cooks at Vic's was moving to Washington for the next six months to work with his uncle, and with a little sweet talking, she managed to talk him into subletting his trailer to her while he was away.
Living in a trailer park run by Mike McBrayer wasn't ideal, he was the only downside she saw to the Woods, but she didn't have much choice. It was getting colder every day, and she didn't want to stay at the motel or impose on Nona more than she had to. The cook said he had already paid McBrayer up front for the six months he'd be out of town, and so Hunter could avoid the middle man (and thank God for that because she did hate that little cockroach) and just pay the money back to her friend while he was away, easy as pie. He wasn't even making her pay the full amount, but was leaving a bunch of his shit behind in the trailer, which was a pain in the ass. At least he had a television he was leaving; she had accidentally smashed her flat screen during her tantrum at Regency Meadows.
Beggars couldn't be choosers, and today, she was moving up from hobo to beggar. It was a good day.
O'Brien was parked a few spaces away from her as she got out at long last, stretching her long arms high above her head. She closed the door with surprising gentleness as she got out the rest of the way. She was normally a huge door slammer, but the dog was sleeping in the backseat, something she did consider. She loved that old beast. Crossing the bit pavement between them, the tall blonde was already waving her arm frantically in greeting to the officer, grinning widely.
"What's good, Brana-banana?" she called as she ambled up to his car.