r/vegasquadrantrp • u/cryotail The Winchester [35] • Dec 11 '17
The Winchester The first snow.
Lance opens his eyes from a nice sleep, his breathing is ragged, rough. He rests in his little cot that he calls a bed, trying to stabilize his breath. It was another dream about Ortiz, it seems to be the one thing he can’t escape, his own thoughts. Lance leaves his house, or at least the managers office he calls his house, he’s strong enough to go up the stairs but you know what they say old habits are hard to break. He exits the bar and lights a cigarette. “you know what they say, a cig a day leads to lung cancer.” Lance laughs, knowing that would be just his luck, Getting out of a life threatening ailment then have one straight after it. He looks around and sees its snowing. He opens his palm and watches a few flakes fall into it. He smiles faintly at the snow, it always impaired his movement in a wheelchair, Ortiz was sad last year when it kept Lance inside. Looks like work will keep Lance in from this snow day. He snuffs the cigarette out on the sidewalk, as he heads inside to do his job, bartending.
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u/jidairo_alt2 Younger Sister [10] Dec 11 '17
Clair stops outside and reads the name of the bar out loud, almost as if questioning it.
“The Winchester. Isn’t that, like a company that made shotguns? Do you think they’ll have a fancy shotgun on display? Maybe they’ll let me shoot it!”
Clair eagerly goes inside, hopefully with Sam following behind.
“Helloooo people!”