01-29-2019, 01:30 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: #484848; line-height: 22px;"]hayley didn't react to catalyst's comment on jackson being a lucky man, not outwardly. in fact, to an onlooker, it couldn't be deciphered if she'd even heard him at all, or if she in any way cared for the compliment. but on the inside, hayley was still a twenty-something girl who was not, at all, married, and a compliment being posed by even the person who was, to some degree, an enemy made her act a little bit like a thirteen year old girl. politics aside, catalyst wasn't bad looking, even if the words were polite flattery.
jackson, on the other hand, was not nearly as wary and guarded as hayley. at the compliment over him being lucky, he smiles and straightened a little. sure, he and hayley weren't actually married, they weren't even dating, but he could play the fantasy out for this brief encounter, and play it he intended. and then, catalyst went on to tell hayley she was lucky, and truth be told it took him a minute. then another. then, he comprehended it, brows arching, smile not fading. he'd always been very secure in his sexuality as a heterosexual man, but even he couldn't deny that if he did swing that way, catalyst was pretty good looking.
❝yeah,❞ hayley said, glancing over her shoulder at jackson as she walked, then to catalyst, ❝you can have him if you want.❞ jackson barked out a laugh at that, clearly amused, interpreting her wry sarcasm as more of a joke. she'd shift her gaze back forwards as the shed materialized through the snow, growing larger by the moment.
as they inevitably reached the small shed, hardly ten-by-ten, she'd shoulder the door open. within wasn't much; it was still ice cold, without the wind chill and snow. a small round table was off to one side with two standard, uncomfortable chairs at it. in the corner were a few large plastic snow shovels, some ice salt, and against one wall was some firewood. there was a series of shelves on the furthest wall, which had only a bottle of whiskey, half empty, and a few glasses. it wasn't much of anything, which was exactly what she wanted to bring the badlanders into. it wasn't into their home in the lodge, it wasn't the far trek down to the village, and it had absolutely nothing of value to it. it was a storage shed for some extra fire wood, and that was really all.
hayley strode over to one of the chairs and pulled it out, taking a seat and motioning for cat to sit at the other, legs crossing and arms settling on the table in front of her.
❝want a drink?❞ jackson would ask of the badlanders, glancing between the two. he went to work retrieving glasses to pour and, at catalysts decline, set one in front of hayley, offering one out to gabe and holding another himself. he'd take a long sip of it, proceeding to nod to gabe. ❝that's some real whiskey right there. a sip will put some hair on your jaw, a whole glass is gonna make you a man in no time.❞
❝so, you want to talk?❞ hayley said, fingers tracing her cup but not lifting it just yet, not wanting to need to speak but have a mouth full. ❝let's talk.❞
jackson, on the other hand, was not nearly as wary and guarded as hayley. at the compliment over him being lucky, he smiles and straightened a little. sure, he and hayley weren't actually married, they weren't even dating, but he could play the fantasy out for this brief encounter, and play it he intended. and then, catalyst went on to tell hayley she was lucky, and truth be told it took him a minute. then another. then, he comprehended it, brows arching, smile not fading. he'd always been very secure in his sexuality as a heterosexual man, but even he couldn't deny that if he did swing that way, catalyst was pretty good looking.
❝yeah,❞ hayley said, glancing over her shoulder at jackson as she walked, then to catalyst, ❝you can have him if you want.❞ jackson barked out a laugh at that, clearly amused, interpreting her wry sarcasm as more of a joke. she'd shift her gaze back forwards as the shed materialized through the snow, growing larger by the moment.
as they inevitably reached the small shed, hardly ten-by-ten, she'd shoulder the door open. within wasn't much; it was still ice cold, without the wind chill and snow. a small round table was off to one side with two standard, uncomfortable chairs at it. in the corner were a few large plastic snow shovels, some ice salt, and against one wall was some firewood. there was a series of shelves on the furthest wall, which had only a bottle of whiskey, half empty, and a few glasses. it wasn't much of anything, which was exactly what she wanted to bring the badlanders into. it wasn't into their home in the lodge, it wasn't the far trek down to the village, and it had absolutely nothing of value to it. it was a storage shed for some extra fire wood, and that was really all.
hayley strode over to one of the chairs and pulled it out, taking a seat and motioning for cat to sit at the other, legs crossing and arms settling on the table in front of her.
❝want a drink?❞ jackson would ask of the badlanders, glancing between the two. he went to work retrieving glasses to pour and, at catalysts decline, set one in front of hayley, offering one out to gabe and holding another himself. he'd take a long sip of it, proceeding to nod to gabe. ❝that's some real whiskey right there. a sip will put some hair on your jaw, a whole glass is gonna make you a man in no time.❞
❝so, you want to talk?❞ hayley said, fingers tracing her cup but not lifting it just yet, not wanting to need to speak but have a mouth full. ❝let's talk.❞
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