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]

Even with the heavy cloud cover from the impending storm, it's blistering hot outside. She's wearing a wife beater and cutoffs, a leather tool belt with her drill hanging off one hip and her hands encased in worn leather work gloves. There's a streak of dirt across her cheek and even with a bandana to keep her hair out of her eyes, she still has to reach up and wipe the sweat away from her brow.

Most of the storm shutters have come down with no trouble at all. All the deck furniture has been secured and she's boarded up the glass partition around the pool and jacuzzi so a stray branch doesn't take one of them out. He may have noticed the house getting darker as she drops the shutters and screws them into place.

"Almost done," she sighs, turning to face him. The cold drink gets a very grateful look, and she leans in to brush a kiss against his cheek before she takes hers and drinks it half way down in one go.

She sighs and leans against the deck rail, pointing to the dark wall of clouds to the north. "That is not going to wait around until we're ready for it."