Re: Marvel, Saranac Lake: Sylvie & Dec & Clem
Hunting saved my life some. I ended up in that zombie door, and I was real terrible at being there, but I could still shoot real good. Daddy saw to that. [It was true enough. When she first ended up in the door full of stinking dead folk, she'd been too scared to shoot a thing. But she'd gotten over that when there weren't many folks 'round, that second visit, that one over Valentine's. She'd never been keen on hunting, but her real good aim kept her alive she reckoned.] Bet you're thankful as can be on that count.
[Her grin was teasing, but it wasn't any kind of real taunting. She knew she fussed Declan plenty, but she didn't think the man wanted her dead.] Can't say I care for hunting neither. Ain't just you. Don't care for fishing any, either. Real boring, fishing.
[She walked over to the counter when he pointed out the bourbon, and she looked at the bottles before settling on one and opening it. She poured a few generous inches into the glass he fetched her, and she swallowed it back and felt the smooth burning of real nice liquor.] You think I don't know how to hold my liquor, honey? I was raised southern, and we can hold our liquor real fine.
[She poured some more, and then she took herself to one of them couches before the unlit fire, and she sunk herself down. Truth was, she worked a whole lot these days, and relaxing didn't happen near often enough. It made her itch to get back to her own apartment, being here and sitting quiet. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, pale blonde fanning over the couch and her slouching down with that glass resting on one thigh.] You come on and tell me stories while we wait on Sylvie.
[She patted the couch, though she reckoned the man wouldn't come sit beside her.]