OOM: Storm Prep

[latino_menace]

Fiona's been outside all morning. She'd said something about the impending hurricane but he was still in bed at the time and half-asleep and it hadn't really registered. Now it's a few hours later and there have been various bumping and banging noises from the back of the house which he's been trying to ignore. It's starting to get on his nerves though, especially as something in his mind keeps telling him that she'll probably be pissed if he doesn't at least take an interest in what's going on, seeing as it's his house and everything.

Besides, it's hot out there and she could probably use a drink. So he wanders out eventually, carrying two long, cool glasses, wearing, as usual, just shorts and shades.

'What're you doing?'

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[justcallmefee]

There's a wash of relief when he doesn't try to dissuade her from joining him. At least he doesn't have a rendezvous planned with someone at the bar.

She can work with that.

She slips into a long white sun dress that flows down to her ankles, and pulls her hair back into a knot at the base of her skull. She doesn't even bother with shoes.

She's done almost at the same time he is and she holds out a hand to him.

[latino_menace]

Which he takes, and leads her towards the door to the bar without comment.

He knows she's going to get pissed if he stays distant but he can't seem to help it and anyway, if she pushes him then maybe she'll be able to break through the wall he can't help building. He knows he can't or, maybe, it's just that he's not inclined to try right now.