The Riddle Pt. 2
Waverly's POV
"Your Uncle's last wish was to go to the bar? What, did he want you to pour some out for his homies?" asks Champ after they arrive at Shorty's. Waverly reads the note again "Every day I sit. My beautiful mug in front. There is but one tune." Waverly walks around the bar trying to see if the riddle leads to anything near the counter or where he used to sit, a chair that now has a plaque with his name on it. "He sat here. Every day." "Yeah, but what about a beautiful mug? Old dude drank whiskey. From a glass." Champ says chewing his gum loudly.
"Yeah... Did he have a favorite drinking song or something?" Waverly wonders. "With his voice? More like a sack of ferrets fighting." Champ is now playing pool and Waverly sighs "You know when I was little he used to sing to me at bedtime." She laughs thinking back to the time when he would sing "Pop goes the Weasel" and realizes that's a tune that can be played on the piano.
Once she hits that last note on the piano keys a door opens up on the bottom of it revealing a box with a letter. "God if you aren't the smartest thing on two amazing legs." Champ says now interested in what the box contains. "Oh God. I hope it's a million dollars. We could open a little bar down in, um, Buenos Aires. Huh? I've always wanted that for us. " It's not a million dollars, just a really old skull with a note that says "Waverly, darling, you are now the Keeper of the Bones. Guard this and tell no one but the Blacksmith. You're the only one I can trust. Love, Uncle Curtis". Waverly feels honored that Uncle Curtis would trust her enough with this task as weird as it is while Champ is disappointed that Wynonna got the bike, the cooler of the two items.
"He always said I was meant for bigger things. Paid for every one of my crazy online courses. Dead languages, offbeat history. God it used to drive Gus nuts. He believed in me. I can't think of a better gift." said Waverly, proud of her Uncle's gesture. Champ leans on Waverly and puts his arms around her waist. "You know, you'll always be the keeper of my boner." He laughs as if it's funny. This was the last straw for Waverly. She couldn't hold back any longer.
"Come on! Let's shut that brain off for a little while." She pushed him away roughly pissed off at his attitude. "No! I don't want to shut my brain off! Ok? I don't want to be a barmaid in Buenos Aires either. And it turns out that a boner and a pickup aren't the whole enchilada." She can't believe she is finally saying these words. "We're done. Yeah we're done, Champ. And I've got work to do." She grabs the box with the note and leaves feeling free for the first time in a long time.