It wasn't that Wynonna hated her job. Really, not at all. It was just that she had to be there all the time. She'd always been a free spirit and never wanted to be tied down. But, when her uncle Curtis died, she had up and left Athens, knowing full well that her aunt and baby sister would need her. It was never meant to be permanent, but there was something holding her to her childhood home.

So now, four years later, she was still in Purgatory, and she was running Curtis' pride and joy, the arena. The only thing he loved more was his wife Gus, and his tomatoes. Wynonna remembers growing up, losing her father and 13-year-old sister at just 12 years old, and Gus and Curtis taking her and Waverly in. Their mother, Gus' sister, had split when she was ten and Waverly just four.

It was hard at first, being essentially orphaned, but slowly, Wynonna realized that the family she had shared with Gus and Curtis had been better than her mentally ill mother and drunken sheriff of a father. Curtis brought her up at the rink and she loved to watch any and every hockey game with her uncle. There were warm memories attached to the place.

But, as Wynonna grew, her past and the town grew suffocating to her, and she figured as soon as she was old enough to get out, she would, even if it meant leaving her family behind. At first, she'd gone to the States, going wherever the wind blew her, never more than a few miles from the bar. Even at 18, she could get her way into most any club with what she called street smarts, but realistically was just flirting enough with bouncers and bartenders to get by. She'd been gone for a year before she came back to Purgatory, just in time for Waverly's 13th birthday. She didn't stick around much longer than a month at a time over that next year, working on the wrong side of the wrong side of the tracks for enough money to finally get out of Purgatory for good. She spent the next three or so years sleeping and drinking and wandering her way across Europe, until, well, Curtis had died, and she felt compelled back to the place she'd called home for the first half of her life.

Purgatory had been home again now for the last four years, Wynonna now 27 and Waverly 21. Unlike the last times however, Wynonna couldn't bring herself to leave. She found herself still hating the sleepy little town from time to time, but she still couldn't bear to leave. That's how she found herself working an honest job, keeping Curtis' pride and joy functioning.

Gus had handed the enterprise over to a business manager she had known from her youth and trusted with her life, and they ran finances and the like, but Wynonna and a few trusted workers kept it functioning from day to day. (Save for Champ, who was dumber than a bag of hammers. He was just there because he couldn't find a job anywhere else).

Today had been slow, similar to yesterday. Although, she was grateful that she didn't have to open for the Devil's early practice today—it was Robin's turn for that. Instead, she rolled in at 9:30, sitting in the office and playing on her phone. Today she was on skate cleaning, answering the phone, and public skate duty. Poor Waverly was on locker room and laundry duty, and would probably stick around for public skate, unless she and Chrissy had plans.

Wynonna decided that 10:30 was about a good a time as any to get to actual work when there was a knock on the office door.

"Public skate isn't until 1:00." Wynonna called, not bothering to look up from her phone.

"Uh, actually," the person in the doorway said, "I was wondering if I could talk to someone in charge?"

Groaning, though hiding it from them, Wynonna looked up at the intruder.

"That would be me, whatcha want?"

The redhead in the doorway made a move to step into the office, but Wynonna gave her a warning look not to encroach on her territory, and the other stepped back. It wasn't like she was being territorial or anything, the other girl just looked meek and sheepish and it was so much fun toying with her.

"Uh, I'm Nicole. Haught—"

"Why Nicole, I'm flattered." Wynonna cut her off, earning a confused look.

"Huh?"

"You called me hot, obviously." She toyed, flipping her hair exaggeratedly.

"Oh, no, um well, not that you're not, but it's my name. Nicole Haught." The girl rambled. "Like H-a-u-g-h-t."

Chuckling lightly, Wynonna waved her off, offering mercy to the girl's awkwardness.

"Settle down Haught stuff, I'm just playing with you. What do ya need?"

"I actually was wondering if you guys needed any help around the rink? I just see you guys all the time and, well I'd love to help out around here if you needed some."

"You want a job here?" Wynonna probed.

"Well, more like just doing some volunteering? You wouldn't need to pay me or anything."

"You wanna work here for free?" She asked, not understanding why anyone would do anything without payment. "Wait, is this like a community service thing or something? Parole stipulation or whatever?"

Nicole furrowed her brow, and almost scrunched her face up like she had been insulted.

"What? No! God, I, sorry this was stupid." She said as she moved to leave. "I'll just go."

Wynonna stood up to stop her.

"No, no. Don't go. If you're not here for community service, then why are you?"

"I'm on the Devils. I see you guys here working, it's like the same four or five people every day."

"Yeah, it is." Wynonna confirmed. "Wait, if you're on the team, why don't you have team gear? I thought you all had some sort of dress code to follow?"

Nicole looked down at her plain black hoodie in realization.

"Oh, I actually gave it to one of the girls that works here. Leant it to her when she spilled our bottles from practice all over herself."

"Shut up! That's your hoodie? I was so pissed at Waverly because she got her hands on some team swag without getting me any."

"Uh, yeah," Nicole nodded, surprised by Wynonna's sudden outburst.

"No wonder why she wouldn't tell me where to get it. God I bugged her about it all night." Wynonna continued. "So, you wanna volunteer here because you have nothing better to do like I don't know, being a professional athlete?"

"Well no, actuall—"

"—well, then why?"

"I've only been in Purgatory a few days and don't really know anyone around town and I have more time than I even know what to do with, and I can't just sit around my apartment all day before or after practice, and I figured I'd make myself useful."

Wynonna mulled the redhead's words over, processing the amount of information rattled off at her.

"So, you have no friends and wanna work for free?" Wynonna smirked.

"Technically, but you don't need to put it that way." Nicole frowned slightly.

"Alright red, you know what? I like you. You can work with us when you've got free time, on one condition." Wynonna paused, judging Nicole's reaction.

"What?"

"You gotta help me clean these nasty ass rental skates and reorganize them, that way there's time for me to cause mayhem before public skate."

Nicole nodded with a smile, extending her hand to Wynonna.

"Okay, I uh, actually never quite got your name, since we'll be working together and all."

"I'm Wynonna goddamn Earp, Haught shot."

True to her word, Nicole helped Wynonna clean and organize the skates. And true to her word, when they had finished, Wynonna was going to cause mayhem.

After some (a lot of) persuasion, Wynonna had convinced (forced) Nicole to come with her down to the now presumably empty training room to leave a surprise for Doc and Rosita and Kate, opting to TP the treatment tables.

"Wynonna, I don't think that this is a good ide—"

"—Shhh! I told you I was causing mayhem, god."

"Yeah, but this seems a little rude don't you think? Wouldn't you be mad if someone came in and messed up your space?" Nicole tried to be the mature one despite being a half decade younger.

"Haha, you're cute." Wynonna teased, continuing to gather toilet paper for her fun, now sneaking along the hallway, pulling Nicole down to her level. "It's called a prank, hazing if you will. You're the newbie, haven't you been getting pranked?"

Nicole frowned.

"Uh, yeah, which is why I know this is mean."

"If we're gonna work together, you're gonna have to take that big ol' stick and remove it from your ass."

Nicole grumbled indistinguishably, but still went along with Wynonna regardless.

With the training room in sight, the two saw that the lights were off, but the door was left slightly ajar. Wynonna rolled across the hallway like she was in some sort of spy film, Nicole trailing behind her, on foot.

No fun. Wynonna thought as she watched the uptight redhead.

Inching forward, Wynonna determined the coast clear enough for her to push into the training room and flick on the light.

"You stand and be lookout." She told Nicole.

"Dude, the team's gone, they've probably all left. No one's coming."

"Alright, grab a roll then and help me." She tossed a roll at the redhead.

"What? No Wynonna!" She through the roll back. "This is so juvenile."

"Well I am a former juvenile delinquent."

"Don't you have an actual job you could be getting done?"

"Yeah, but this is more fun," Wynonna said, "If you're not gonna help, then just shut up, be the lookout and don't ruin this for me."

With a huff from Nicole, Wynonna got to work.

Unraveling the rolls around the legs of the training tables, Wynonna covered as much as she possibly could in the paper. She slunk through the room, covering the tables and cabinets and snooped over to Doc's desk.

She had to admit, there was something intriguing about the man. Something was so mysterious about a man who looked like he was pulled straight out of the OK Corral. She scanned the desk quickly, trying to sneak a peak into the man's life. There were only a couple pictures framed on the surface—one of him on a horse and another of him next to a pretty sexy looking red Camaro—and a notepad with a note scrawled on the top sheet: Pick up Charlene before 3:30. (There was a split second where she wanted to probe into who Charlene was, but brushed it away just as quickly).

Continuing to vandalize the room, she discovered a cabinet under the desk and found a bottle of bourbon inside.

Hmm, my kinda guy, she thought to herself.

"Ya know, if you actually put this much effort into your job," Nicole started, as she looked in to see the fruits of Wynonna's labor, "imagine how much would get done around here."

"You need to live a little Nicole." She said as they stood in the hallway, capers all finished. "That was fun and you're standing here like we just committed murder."

Nicole just rolled her eyes. God, what was it with this girl and morals?

"Seriously, what's the most rebellious thing you've done?" Wynonna probed.

"You really wanna know?"

"Is a tomato a vegetable?"

"You know technically it's a frui—"

"—ugh god! Shut up and tell me." Wynonna groaned.

Nicole at least looked like she was going to tell her when footsteps down the hall interrupted.

As Doc strolled past the two, he tipped his cowboy hat to them, "Greetings ladies."

"Hi Doc." They said simultaneously.

"Are you injured Miss Haught? Do you need anything? I have not seen you in the training room prior to this occasion." Doc asked.

Nicole looked like a cornered puppy, nervous and almost like she was fighting back her urge to give the two of them up.

"Oh, no no." She said, her voice going up an octave or two. "Just chatting with Wynonna."

Taking this as a sufficient answer, Doc bid them farewell and headed toward the training room.

Wynonna slapped Nicole on the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Dude! What the fuck? I thought you were gonna sell us out."

"I cannot lie to people in positions of authority." Nicole explained, rubbing at her shoulder.

"If we're gonna be friends, we're gonna have to teach you how to lie."

Nicole opened her mouth to say something, but paused when they heard an exclamation from the direction of the training room.

"My lord! These tables have been defiled by hooligans!"

At the sound of Doc's voice, the two took off running, both of them unable to hold back laughter.

"That was actually kinda fun!" Nicole said once they were back in the safety of the office. "Is it bad that I kinda wish I could've seen the look on his face?"

"See, I told you. Look what you're missing." Wynonna agreed, proud that she was already being a negative influence on the girl. "My lord!" She imitated, increasing Nicole's laughter. "These tables have been defiled by hooligans."

As their laughter died down, Nicole continued to smile.

"Wynonna?" She asked. Wynonna nodded. "You said something. You said if we're gonna be friends…did you really mean that?"

Wynonna shrugged.

"Eh, we'll see."