Member
GRACE POTTER
Location:
Room overlooking the range and in the range -> warehouse
Interaction:
@AcerRo@Royzooka@Mr_pink
A chuckle and a smile. Surely he was still drunk she thought and continued to walk aimlessly around the warehouse, kicking pieces of the shredded rope that Christie had thrown at Raylan. She was getting antsy being cooped up in this dank warehouse. She felt somewhat like a caged bird. Grace smiled at Christie when she suggested tug or war. "You could strap the rope around you and I could just fly us out of this place." She laughed quietly and shifted her shoulders slightly. Her wings ached to be stretched out and soaring through the open skies.
She rolled her eyes when Raylan snapped at Christie. She thought for a moment, weighing the options of snipping back at him again or sinking back into her shell and remaining quiet. She bit her lip. He was a short fuse ready to blow at any moment and he seemed to be pacing the room like a caged animal. She thought for one more moment and then made her decision. She considered Christie her friend now and she was talking to her more, and frankly Raylan was being an ass.
"Who pissed in your cheerios this morning?" She said and turned to face him. "The buzz wearing off and Mr I-Need-Alcohol-To-Keep-Me-Going-And-Not-Be-A-Dick is getting upset that he was to be with people?" Her feathers were slightly ruffled, no pun intended. "I think I saw a bar down the street. I'm sure they have ditches that you can sleep in." She was on a roll at this point and she was actually having a little fun. "Besides, the knots are done, but we are obviously not." She smiled and couldn't help but laugh slightly as she kicked another knot of rope around. "I got a little caught up in the moment didn't I?" She muttered and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looked back over at Raylan, waiting for a backlash, promising herself she wouldn't jump this time.