𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐘.

GOOD MORNIN’.

[ color her impressed. ]

they’re not used to guns where you’re from?

[ brow raises. still, she’s examining her closely — admittedly, nitpicking is important here. ]

okay. good.

i’m gonna give you the gun. one hand on the stock.

[ pointing to the stock. ]

and your other’s gonna go on the forend, okay?

[ pointing to the forend. then, offering the gun, moving to stand behind her. ]

finger away from the trigger, we’re not shooting yet.

yes, ma’am.

don’t worry about paying me back. it’s a skill you’ll need around here.

you mind if i touch you? i’ll get your arms and your body positioned right.

huntin’ shitheads.

i can show you how to use it, if you want.

uh, yeah, sorta.

it shoots like that ‘cause of a small explosion that happens in the chamber.

so, you hold it — keep your finger above the trigger when you’re just aiming it. when you’re ready to shoot, pull the trigger. it’s only got so much ammo before you need to change it.

shotgun needs maintenance. damn.

i —

look. it’s nothing.

no, no. ‘s fine.

slammin’ her bottle on the bar. tired eyes. disgruntled, clearly.

maybe. i dunno, it’s all the same to me.

“i’ve got empty whiskey bottles and . . . “ she pauses, patting her jacket. “small bottles of liquor.”

hey, night’s still young. i’ll get there.

“right. caesar’s a shithead good for nothing bitch. the legion thinks women are breeding sows. fucking disgusting. the ncr, uh — could be worse. bureaucratic nightmare.”

i’ve had enough whiskey to knock out about six men, to be fair.

( she is so drunk. )

life is beautiful.

picking at her skin. wandering. life feels beautiful at the moment.

oh, god, that’s not what she had been anticipating.

“uh, no.”

it’s not really a lie.

Murderflirting

sat pretty at the bar. cigarette rests between her lips, a brief reprieve from the bottle.

it’s an effort to hide her irritation. the flask in her jacket is empty by now.

it hasn’t been as long as she’s acting, of course. she just gets a bit impatient.

“there ya are. got tired of sittin’ pretty and waitin’ for you.” it’s slightly smug, arms crossed over her chest. her enthusiasm is subtle, but she’s happy enough to see @kickinthehead.bsky.social.

“you ready to head out? i’m ( parched. * )”

it’s somewhat dramatic, but still light enough. +

/ i’ll do these in a timely manner guys i promise i just don’t wanna make a graphic

/ anyway. here’s a starter call lol

the point i’m making is. i don’t want flat out porn written in my direction. obviously i don’t mind more suggestive stuff; i have written suggestive stuff before i just mean like. i don’t wanna see or interact w like. third base stuff lol

to clarify: writing it in dms is fine. i just don’t want lewd on my timeline and i especially don’t want anyone coming to me wanting to write it with me.

as for my mutuals — implying it is fine. i don’t care. i just don’t want to set up an expectation from random people that i will flat out write lewd if i follow back. sorry for being so harsh but that’s a hard line for me.