Dangerous Women

“I ain't by myself anymore,” Annie retorted as she sat with Riley and watched him pour the drinks. “I used to...” She glanced away for a long time before answering. “I used to be with a bunch of raiders. They killed my ma and pa and I just got stuck with 'em, ya know. I've been on my own for a long while, though. I left...”

She didn't know what else to tell him. Yes, she was often times a raider, even looked like one when she hadn't washed up enough, but learned long ago that life wasn't easy. In the wasteland that was the world, you learned to take care of yourself and you could only depend on yourself.

“Why you out here?” She blurted.

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“I don't want your charity,” Klaire told Alex with a frown. “Especially from one of you.” The way she said it suggested she knew what Alex really was hidden under that disguise of his. Gold eyes narrowed on him as she looked at the man, took in the smaller details, caught his scent more thoroughly. He didn't smell of any danger at the moment, but anyone could change in the blink of an eye and she wasn't going to be taken off guard.

Looking to the person at the counter, she said, “If there's only one room, just book us both in it. I ain't bothered with a couch.”