The Orchard

“You’re going then?” Kelly folded her arms over chest and leaned against the doorframe.

Recluse pulled on her boots. She hadn’t bothered to make the bed when she got up. The twisted bedsheets the only evidence of what happened the previous night.

“Yep,” Recluse said, tying her laces.

“To go do Weir’s bullshit?” Kelly asked.

“To go do Weir’s bullshit,” she confirmed.

Kelly pushed off the doorframe.

“Well, you take a few of them out for me, yeah?”

Recluse smiled down at her boots.

Kelly walked over. She placed a hand under Recluse’s chin to turn her face up and planted a kiss on her kips.

“You know where to find me when the dust clears.”