Get out of my garden...

[maid_of_kandar]

It's been three weeks since Sheila's little misadventure with that bottle of tequila, and for the most part she's recovered her dignity. Everything else around her has fallen apart - the job search has led nowhere, she's nearly run out of the money Ash has loaned her, and her attempt at using a modern washing machine has turned the blue shirt Ash

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[teethkicknheels]

Fiona wanders through the front door of the hotel, absently cracking her knuckles. She's particularly proud of the last bail-jumper she'd managed to collar, just today. Going back to bounty hunting has so far proved to be one of the best decisions she's made since finding herself here, both in terms of money and satisfaction.

Pausing in the cool lobby, she turns, noticing the door leading out back towards the little garden. Fi realizes she hasn't actually been out there yet, and that she doesn't really want to go to her empty room just yet. Hell, might as well, she thinks, while it's still light out. She pulls the door open and steps out into the dusk.

[maid_of_kandar]

Sheila's not really aware of Fiona's presence at first - halfway up the garden path as she is, standing under the shade of a huge ash tree. She pats the bark fondly, as if she were touching the man who had been named for the tree.

"If only thy namesake showed as much prudence," she mutters. Out of the corner of her eyes she can see someone moving behind her, but it doesn't occur to her that the form isn't a waving branch of the tree.

[teethkicknheels]

Fi, on the other hand, spots Sheila almost immediately. She smiles fondly, realizing the other woman is talking to the tree, and continues up the path towards her. She's not deliberately sneaking, just moving quietly.

"That hard up for conversation?" she asks lightly when she gets close. It's rather nice out here, she notices, with the leaves turning. They'll all be bare in a few weeks, but for now, it's nice, if getting a bit chilly.

[maid_of_kandar]

Sheila's shoulders hitch slightly at the sound of Fiona's voice. She looks back over her right shoulder. Her eyes are shadowed with vauge embaressment - after all, the last time she saw Fiona the other woman was staggering blearily out of her appartment, a pair of sunglaases covering her bloodshot eyes.

"I suppose I am, now. Ye just missed Ashley." There's a little lilt in her voice when she says Ash's name that's entirely new, which Fiona might notice. She looks Fiona up and down quickly. "Have ye been traveling?" There's a smudge of dust on the right knee of her jeans, and a tear in the sleeve of Fiona's blouse.

[ash__evildead]

To say that Ash isn't the outdoors type would be putting it mildly. Demon-infested forests notwithstanding, he'd much rather be tinkering with something mechanical.

Still, sometimes a guy needs some fresh air.

[maid_of_kandar]

She's, as always, aware of his physical presence before he can say anything. It's the tread of his feet on the ground, the demanding stomp of his workbooted feet on the garden tread that allerts her to his appearence.

Sheila's not going to look up, though; she's just a little bit too embaressed by what happened a few nights ago in his appartment. Her eyes remain foccused on a clump of late-fall flowers, which grow from beneath a rock tenuously.

But if he approaches her, she won't be adverse to talking.

[ash__evildead]

His attention seems to be focused entirely on a topiary bush somewhere behind her left ear. He may be trying to prolong the silence.

"Okay, then?"

[maid_of_kandar]

Her shoulders stiffen at the sound of his voice. She's very aware of the warmth of his body, which seems to heat her back like a knowing touch.

"Aye. But I shall not make an experiment of tequila again." She's trying to inject humor into her tone as her cheeks turn red in memory of wakening alone in his appartment. "I didst not...dishonor myself before thee, Ashley?"

She's praying she didn't.