InsaneJournal

Day Seven - Late Night
Who: Shannon Rutherford and Sam Winchester
What: Late night talk
When: Day 7, late night
Where: the museum
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete



It had been a long, drama-filled day and Shannon was exhausted. She'd had a not-terribly-pleasant chat with Sam that morning after having taken a bow and arrow shooting lesson with Domeki and after that she'd gone hunting with Anders. It was cold as all fuck outside and the snow was ridiculous. So ridiculous, in fact, that she and Cheryl had had to meet up to dig poor Edward out of the snow and, well, at least her hand had stopped stinging once she was back indoors and the wind and snow weren't whipping against the small laceration she'd acquired in the process. The journals had blown up with bullshit high school drama, Domeki and Watanuki had come to the museum - rounding the number of residents out to a whopping seven - because they'd been snowed out of the thrift shop, and Shannon was fucking beat, emotionally as well as physically.

She slunk back into the room she and Sam shared, bringing her torch with her and wedged it into the floor in a knothole she'd found there. After spreading out the blanket that she'd gained from waking up naked with Anders, Shannon took off the hoodie she'd been wearing and hung it from the nail the painting he'd used to cover himself had fallen from. Next, she dropped down onto the blanket and sighed, taking a drink - good thing she had ganked more alcohol before the snow had fallen. Today...sucked ass.