Weeks later - Mid 2017
A few weeks had passed by this point. Looking back on them Bishop could see where the thread of attraction had begun, even if it made no sense to anyone but him. It hadn’t been that first encounter, not when she was all fire and rage. No, it had come later, a night around the bonfire when he had been drunk on moonshine and she hadn’t seemed itching for a fight. They had spoken, laughed, he had seen another side of her, albeit briefly because Bishop had allowed himself to be drug off by a camp bitch - as was his habit. Even with that fact, the Chaplain knew something was sparking between them, something he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to or could explore.
Not when Teagan was going for a patch now.
Which was the reason Bishop was seeking her out tonight. He wanted to talk to her, get a feel for why she was doing it -- that is if she’d tell him.
The bonfire was raging, big as could be as usual and Bishop spotted her mass of blonde hair easily across the way, reflecting the firelight. The Chaplain stopped in his tracks only momentarily, admiring her from a distance before he finally decided he had lingered long enough and needed to approach her, or wind of looking like some kind of stalker.
“Hey, Spitfire,” Bishop greeted her with the nickname he had bestowed upon her after their first meeting. “Mind if I take that seat?” He motioned towards the seat next to her, waiting until he got confirmation before sitting down.