Nicole wasn't really sure what she expected. The town of roughly 6,500 people WAS named Purgatory, after all, and while she wouldn't exactly call it hell on earth, it could certainly be seen as a middle ground. They had only been there for four days, and Nicole was already nearing the end of her rope. The trip out and the first day or so in the small town had been fine, even with the unexpected addition of Wynonna, who had decided to tag along at the last minute.

Having not spent that much time with her girlfriend's sister, save from the whole rescuing Waverly thing, Nicole decided to reserve judgment and just see how the trip went. She decided she should have reserved something else, like her patience, when she found herself hanging out at a bar with Wynonna at 10 o'clock in the morning. Wynonna hadn't really left the redhead much choice when she had declared that Waverly didn't need Nicole's help that day and that the two of them were going to hang out.

"Hang out" in Wynonna-land meant taking shots before they even sat down in their seats, and multiple pints of the cheapest beer available. Nicole was sipping her beer (mostly just letting the liquid touch her lips and not swallowing any) as Wynonna was scoping out the 10 AM crowd, seeing if there was anyone interesting to talk to. Finding the clientele lacking, Wynonna turned her whiskey fueled attention on Nicole, who was trying to pretend she was anywhere else.

"So, I guess this is the time when I talk to you about how you're nailing my sister."

Nicole groaned and considered dropping her head to the dirty bar as she thought, 'literally, anywhere else.' Undeterred by the redhead's lack of response, Wynonna continued.

"Now look, I don't really want to talk about the specifics of you nailing my sister, because, I mean, gross, but I just want you to know that $10 million dollars or not, hurt her and I have a big gun that I'll be forced to introduce you to."

Nicole took a drink of her beer, fighting a grimace at the cheap taste, and put on her best cop face at Wynonna. "That big gun registered?"

Wynonna paused in what she thought was a menacing look, before laughing. "Oh, haughtstuff, you're funny. But no, really, I will cut you."

Nicole shook her head. "Look Wynonna, all I really want is to make your sister happy. She is… something else, and yeah, without getting into the specifics, she makes me happier than I could have ever imagined." Realizing the truth of those words, Nicole smiled into her beer, which quickly turned into an eye roll as she heard, "Bleh, you guys make the notebook look bleak" from beside her.

Nicole laughed as Wynonna declared that it was time to play some pool. The wild card took off for the pool tables toward the back of the bar as Nicole signaled to the bored looking bartender for a water. She gratefully sipped at it before Wynonna came flying back over to her.

"Hey, haughtpants, you any good at pool? I found some guys who think they're hot shit and want to challenge us."

"Wynonna, there is no way I could possibly play pool with my ribs right now."

"What, psht, you'll be fine." Wynonna caught the bartender's attention (who looked impossibly more bored) and ordered them around round of shots, and another beer for herself. Sensing that she was not going to get out of pool, no matter that she really shouldn't be playing, Nicole took the shot, hoping it would help numb the pain, before she followed Wynonna over to the tables and two burly bikers.

Three hours later, Waverly walked into the bar that was a now little livelier than it had been in the morning. It didn't take her long to find her girlfriend and her sister, as there was a loud cheer from a decent sized crowd toward the back of the bar. Waverly caught a glimpse of fiery hair as she wandered back, and saw Wynonna lining up for a shot at the pool table, sinking two balls with ease as the crowd around them cheered. Two bikers along the wall looked disgruntled as Wynonna lined up for another shot.

She barely missed the shot, cursing loudly before one of the bikers stepped up and lined up his shot. Waverly went up to Nicole as the biker sunk one ball and moved around the table.

"Nicole, what is going on?"

Nicole startled, taking notice of Waverly and almost shouting, "Waverly! Hi baby!"

The crowd around the table's attention was diverted to Nicole's outburst as the redhead scooped up Waverly and laid a noisy kiss on her lips. The cheering took on a lascivious tone before Waverly and Wynonna sent death glares that had some of the men backing up.

Waverly pulled Nicole's hands off of her, a more difficult task than she thought it would be, and turned to her sister. "Wynonna, what the hell is going on?"

Wynonna, focused back on the game, shrugged. "We're just kicking some ass at pool. No big deal."

"You both have been playing? Wynonna, Nicole is injured!" Waverly hissed, still fighting off Nicole's grabby hands.

"Meh, she's fine. I mean, she's shit at pool, but she's fine."

Waverly looked Nicole who was looking at her with a stupid grin on her face, swaying slightly.

"Has she been drinking? Wynonna, she's still on pain medication!" Feeling her frustration boiling over, Waverly heard groans from around then. The biker had missed his shot, making it Nicole's turn. The redhead made to move like she was going to shoot, and Waverly immediately pulled her back, pushing her down onto a bar stool before turning to her sister.

"Ok, Wynonna, what's the deal?"

"Its best three out of five, and we are tied at two each, so this is it. There's a hundred bucks on the line and we're solids."

Waverly nodded and then addressed the bikers. "Any objection if I take over for drunky here?"

One of the biker's looked like he was going to protest, so Waverly sent her best 'aw shucks' smile at the pair and they both quickly acquiesced. Turning to smirk briefly at Wynonna, Waverly looked at the table, seeing 4 more balls plus the 8 ball. She took her time, pretending like she didn't know that much about pool before lining up her shot. She roughly sent one ball into a corner pocket, making it look like luck, before lining up her next shot. Looking over the table, she smoothly sent two more balls into the side pockets, and the cue ball spun into position for any easy shot on their last ball.

The bikers faces darkened with each ball Waverly sunk.

Waverly's third shot sank their last ball, but it lined up poorly for the 8 ball. The bikers face lightened up a little, as Waverly looked around the table. She made a show of asking Wynonna what she thought she should do, talking over some angles, before she called the side pocket and lined up. Out of the corner of her eye, Waverly saw Nicole watching her intently, and she wished her girlfriend was a little more sober so that the redhead would remember this. But she fought a sigh and put enough English on the cue ball that it spun perfectly at the 8 ball, knocking it into the designated pocket.

The little crowd erupted, the men around cheering for the girls. Wynonna hopped over to the bikers for the money and the crowd immediately stilled as one of the bikers pulled out a knife. Wynonna put her hands up and obstinately murmured, "Jeez dude, all I wanted was the money."

The biker with the knife pointed it towards Waverly, who had moved in front of Nicole, who was a little too loopy to realize the gravity of the situation. "We ain't giving you no money for this little hustle. You can't substitute in no pro for some drunk butch bitch."

Wynonna, in all her glory, trying to coyishly respond, "No guys, that was all dumb luck. Tell them, Waves."

Waverly began to speak as the knife wielding biker got even closer, holding the knife much closer than Waverly was comfortable with. Before she could speak, Detective Mc-Loopy clued in and gasped behind Waverly, jostling her as she tried to shove her away.

All the jostling accomplished though was startling the biker, who moved toward her with the blade, and Waverly had no choice but to go for the knife. She ineffectively hit at his wrist, infuriating him before he went to swing at Waverly. She was able to duck out of the way of the knife, and deciding she was over it, regained her balance and kicked at his knee as hard as she could. He crumpled, 'like they all do' Waverly thought, releasing the knife which Nicole kicked away, her cop instincts kicking in the bare amount, finally. Nicole looked at Waverly with adoration again, proclaiming, "You are so pretty and I like you so much."

Scowling at the redhead, Waverly told her, "You are drunk, and in trouble!" which she then regretted as Nicole took on the look of a kicked puppy.

Looking over to see Wynonna dispatching the other biker, Waverly froze at the sound of the cocking of a gun. She turned and saw the bartender holding a shot gun at them, before he suggested they leave. Agreeing with that sentiment, Waverly started gathering hers and Nicole's coats, marveling in frustration at the redhead who had decided it was a great time to start drunkenly slurring that she was a cop and he better have a permit for that gun.

Apologizing profusely for all of them, Waverly rounded up Wynonna, who had $100 grasped in her hand, and led the way out of the bar. By the time she got Nicole bundled into her coat and Wynonna to stop shit talking the closed door of the bar, Waverly had had it. She screamed at the two of them and they all started walking back to their hotel, Waverly leading the way.

Nicole was trying to sleep. She had started feeling funny at the bar, and when they got back to the hotel all she wanted to do was wrap herself around Waverly and take a little nap. But Wynonna had followed them into their room and started regaling Waverly with an enthusiastic recounting of the morning/afternoon pool adventure, and it was making Nicole grumpy.

Waverly was trying to keep up with Wynonna, who was by no means drunk but had a good whiskey buzz, while trying to take care of Nicole, as the redhead laid perfectly still on their bed. She had just got Nicole's jacket and shoes off when she realized the redhead was starting to get overwhelmed with Wynonna, who, if anything, was gaining energy in her story telling.

"Wynonna," Waverly interrupted, "why don't you go take a nap?"

Wynonna, insulted at the interruption and the suggestion, guffawed. "I don't need a nap. You need a nap." She flung back, trying to use the line as an insult.

Waverly smiled at her sister. "I do need a nap, you're right."

"Aww, man. Lame. You're no fun, none, like zeroooo fun."

Waverly sighed. "I know. Look if you don't want to nap, go pack up your stuff. I can only assume your room is a mess, and we're going to leave in the morning."

"What?! We're leaving already? We just started having a good time! We can't leave yet!"

"Wynonna, you just got us banned from the only bar in town."

Wynonna's face dropped before twisting. "Yeah, we need to get the hell out of this town."

Waverly watched, amused, as Wynonna stormed out of their room. She took off her shoes and jacket and joined Nicole, who immediately sighed and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl. She thought the redhead had fallen asleep when she heard a quiet, "Am I still in trouble?"

Waverly laughed gently, twisting to press a kiss to Nicole's forehead. "Go to sleep, we'll talk about it when you feel better."

"Mmk."

Waverly waited for Nicole's breathing to even out, and then just watched her sleep for a few minutes. She was starting to relax herself, closing her eyes when she felt Nicole jerk against her.

"Wait, that guy had a knife!"