[Tess is going to quickly realize Ellie's idea of fashion is tossing a plaid button-up over a t-shirt. Still in jeans, still in canvas shoes. She's by the railing, and lifts her hand in a brief wave when she sees Tess.
It still makes her stomach do flips, and not the good kind, whenever she sees her approaching.]
[They didn't know one another long, and Ellie was still reeling from not turning after being bitten, terrified, and freshly shoved into the care of smugglers. Her personality was a little repressed.]
[Cowboy is cool, in her books. If patrolling wasn't an option and she could get out of shoveling shit for the entire shift, she'd want to work with the horses back in Jackson.]
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It still makes her stomach do flips, and not the good kind, whenever she sees her approaching.]
Yeah? What about him?
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He whined about being humiliated at first but he changed his tune when I pulled out the camera.
[And there it is on the screen, video of Pagan fussing in a black bodycon dress.]
Asshole.
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What--how the fuck did this happen?
[Why is this dumbass handing Tess blackmail?]
That's disgusting, by the way. Yuck. I need to bleach my eyeballs.
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[She chuckles and pockets the communicator.]
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[Seems like a bad idea.]
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[Which isn't entirely true, but Ellie doesn't need to know that part.]
What are you up to today?
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Not much. I was just doodling some shit.
[Made up planets and stars and there might be a drawing of Cloud on a bike in there, somewhere.]
You?
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[She nods her head towards Ellie's backpack. The journal.]
You doodle a lot too, huh? You should compare notes with Arthur. He's always scribbling something in his.
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The cowboy dude draws?
[It's... good to hear. Something very unlike Joel.]
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And he's not a cowboy.
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He sounds like a cowboy. Looks like a cowboy.
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[Look at William, and at Lawrence. Alright, maybe not Steve, but––]
You know cowboy is a job, right? They herd cows.
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[Joel totally made her watch westerns. Not as cool as space or dumb car ones, but not terrible.]
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Only because he was fucking stealing them. He doesn't live or work on a ranch.
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So he's like... an outlaw? And now he's your warden?
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[A reformed asshole? Also sounds familiar. Ellie hates it.]
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I did not remember you being such a smart ass.
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It's about fifty percent of who I am.
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[ The other half is moping. ]
Point is he’s not a cowboy.
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[If you don't think she didn't pick up the ability to speak in a Texan accent after years of Joel and aforementioned Westerns, you're wrong.]
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[Cowboy is cool, in her books. If patrolling wasn't an option and she could get out of shoveling shit for the entire shift, she'd want to work with the horses back in Jackson.]
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