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useful to get shit done

[ not on the same page at all here. ]

I’m not talking in the business sense, you know.

[ ... ah. ]

depends on how you plan to use it

Call it personal curiosity about what you'd look like cuffed to a headboard.

Either mine or yours, I'm not picky.

just for visual's sake?

Oh, I'm a practical girl too.

But it depends on how hard you'd want to go.

you seriously asking me if you should take it easy?

I’m asking if you want to start out with the fuzzy kind before we work our way up to police-issue.

you would own a pair of fuzzies wouldn't you

For your information, they were a gift.

uh huh
from yourself?

They were in a basket of goodies back when we went all Ghost Ship for a hot minute. Seemed a shame to leave them behind.

You were here for that, right?

yeah i was

[ which makes him realize, ]

we hadn't met yet

[ and that actually makes her go and say a “huh” out loud. ]

Kinda weird to think about that now, right? That there was actually a time before?

[ life before wynonna: what the hell was that like? ]

damn weird yeah

of all the bars in all the world that i walk in for a birthday coffee
i walk into yours

and here we are

[ wait, what? ]

[ he’s definitely got to start measuring his lifetime in “BE” (before earp) and “AE” (after earp). ]

Um, ex-squeeze.

You mean to tell me the first night we met you were in the bar on your goddamn birthday?

[ ah, shit. maybe someone just realized he'd never actually mentioned that detail. ]

was out late
clock struck midnight
needed my first cup at 36

[ no biggie. ]

Okay, barring the fact that I know you would’ve never told me back then, now I guess I’ve got to make up for not giving you something.

[ and now she’s trying to do the math to remember when that first meeting happened, which — good luck with that. ]

didn't i just say you gave me coffee

[ she could always, you know, ask. he might, you know, answer. maybe. ]

I know it wasn’t THAT good.

[ now where’s the fun in that when she can dance around the subject and then cleverly find a way to extract it from him instead? ]

huh it wasn't?
guess i was too distracted with the charming girl stitching up my wounds to notice

[ the longer she takes, the less willing he'll probably even be to tell her. ]

Some things I got better at. Coffee, for one. Stitching, for another. Guess I should be thanking you for all that practice early on.

[ look, she’s figured out it’s in november... somewhere. ]

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