[PQ] she put whiskey in the water

born with salt on my skin

It ain’t through luck that the that four of ‘em get the wall built, it’s by sheer determination and ladypower, In fact, Maeve’s rolled a 1 again, though not for lack of tryin’. Aurelia’s time on the Ark has probably made her the most familiar with this kind of physically tryin’ work, and she manages to carry the most bags. Ray is able to keep up, for the most part, with Aurelia, but she’s gonna be real sore come tomorrow.

And Raza and Maeve? They don’t fare so well. Maeve maybe turns wrong or doesn’t lift her knees instead’a her back, and is unable to carry more than a few of them to the wall before Raza tells her to sit down and chill. A woman who fucks for a livin’ needs her back t’be in tip-top shape (and it’s just a tweak, it’ll be gone with some rest and a hot compress that night). So the bar owner has every intention’a pullin’ up the slack but there’s a hidden piece of driftwood in the sand and of course, Raza’s toes find it.

She goes flyin’ forward and the bags go down. She’s fine - just embarrassed - and when they’ve set the last bag on top, nods at Aurelia’s suggestion.

“Aye. A well deserved drink or two. Come on.”

{Fin}

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Thank you friends, we done! Sorry it took awhile.

and the sea in my blood

RAZA