Fragile as Glass
Disclaimer: LXG and its charters are not under my ownership. If it was the world would be different (probably not in a good way?)
Authors Note: I pre-apologize! This chapter's humor is a bit cheesy.
The rain tampered off by the time Sawyer arrived to the damp hut, "Perfect timing." He slipped off the horse-dripping wet, taking the cotton out of his ear. "Figure your own way to get dry." He smacks the horse's arse; she gallops over to a patch of long grass where three other horses feasted.
Sawyer started to unbutton his white shirt, walking to the door made from reminds of a fire last May. Knocking left black stains on his knuckles, "Mrs. Harker?"
Mina light up her burner, "Go away I'm not buying!" Sawyer laughed as he walked in, "Not selling ma'm. Just offering." He looked above the table; her coat hanging over it like a tent by his suspenders stretching from corner to corner of the bamboo beams. "That is the best thing I've seen those used for," he nods and smiles at her.
Mina held a tube by tongs over the burner, "Yes agent Sawyer?" Sawyer took off his shoulder holster for a few seconds to peel off his cling vest. "Well, I reckon it's going to be clear tonight." He hangs his vest over the stretched suspenders, "You want to take a look at the universe?"
"I thought you were designing a new automobile to crash?" She takes the tube away from the flam.
"Were going to New York City for materials, we'll be there in four days." He leans against the table to get a better view of her working.
Mina pours a blue liquid from the tube onto a rag. "Hold this," She hands him the rag. "You men should put this in a compartment for the front window." She places the tube in a holder and picks up her spectacles. "See how dirty these are?" Sawyer looks at them in her hands, "Just a little." Mina takes the rag back to rub it against the glass surface.
"Now look," She holds them back out.
"I can see my reflection," he swipes his bangs back, "I need a cut."
"It's a glass cleaning fluid I created." She places the spectacles back next to her ledger.
"That's good. Can you make something to sent the automobile also?"
"Like Lemon or Vanilla."
Sawyer takes a beaker off the table a swishes the clear liquid in it around. "I was thinking Pine."
"I have had interested experiences in the wilderness," She takes the beaker away from him. "But I will be a passenger right?"
"Of course. When ever you want a ride, just tell me."
"I prefer vanilla."
"How about your answer for tonight?" He lifts himself up and sits on the table.
"You to young a ignorant for me." She bends down to write something in her ledger.
Sawyer folds his arm over his chest, "What the hell? An elder aunt raised me; I had no one to tech me to be a man. Or a selfish bastard."
Mina dropped the pencil down, "Like Dorian? Do you think him being a trader is what attracted me?"
Sawyer felt panicky, "I'm sorry. That's not what I meant." There came a crack and pop under him. He jumped off the table with his hand over his right ear as the table collapsed on one side, dumping everything off into a pile of broken glass.
"Mrs. Harker I.Ahhh" He's speechless not knowing what to do in this situation.
"Leave!" Mina started painting with her winter stare.
Sawyer slowly looks back and forth between her and the pile. "When we yall go to the city," his eyes get glary, "I'll buy you a new set."
"Those were a wedding gift from my husband. Irreplaceable!" Mina walks over to the door and holds it open. "Leave before something else breaks out!"
Disclaimer: LXG and its charters are not under my ownership. If it was the world would be different (probably not in a good way?)
Authors Note: I pre-apologize! This chapter's humor is a bit cheesy.
The rain tampered off by the time Sawyer arrived to the damp hut, "Perfect timing." He slipped off the horse-dripping wet, taking the cotton out of his ear. "Figure your own way to get dry." He smacks the horse's arse; she gallops over to a patch of long grass where three other horses feasted.
Sawyer started to unbutton his white shirt, walking to the door made from reminds of a fire last May. Knocking left black stains on his knuckles, "Mrs. Harker?"
Mina light up her burner, "Go away I'm not buying!" Sawyer laughed as he walked in, "Not selling ma'm. Just offering." He looked above the table; her coat hanging over it like a tent by his suspenders stretching from corner to corner of the bamboo beams. "That is the best thing I've seen those used for," he nods and smiles at her.
Mina held a tube by tongs over the burner, "Yes agent Sawyer?" Sawyer took off his shoulder holster for a few seconds to peel off his cling vest. "Well, I reckon it's going to be clear tonight." He hangs his vest over the stretched suspenders, "You want to take a look at the universe?"
"I thought you were designing a new automobile to crash?" She takes the tube away from the flam.
"Were going to New York City for materials, we'll be there in four days." He leans against the table to get a better view of her working.
Mina pours a blue liquid from the tube onto a rag. "Hold this," She hands him the rag. "You men should put this in a compartment for the front window." She places the tube in a holder and picks up her spectacles. "See how dirty these are?" Sawyer looks at them in her hands, "Just a little." Mina takes the rag back to rub it against the glass surface.
"Now look," She holds them back out.
"I can see my reflection," he swipes his bangs back, "I need a cut."
"It's a glass cleaning fluid I created." She places the spectacles back next to her ledger.
"That's good. Can you make something to sent the automobile also?"
"Like Lemon or Vanilla."
Sawyer takes a beaker off the table a swishes the clear liquid in it around. "I was thinking Pine."
"I have had interested experiences in the wilderness," She takes the beaker away from him. "But I will be a passenger right?"
"Of course. When ever you want a ride, just tell me."
"I prefer vanilla."
"How about your answer for tonight?" He lifts himself up and sits on the table.
"You to young a ignorant for me." She bends down to write something in her ledger.
Sawyer folds his arm over his chest, "What the hell? An elder aunt raised me; I had no one to tech me to be a man. Or a selfish bastard."
Mina dropped the pencil down, "Like Dorian? Do you think him being a trader is what attracted me?"
Sawyer felt panicky, "I'm sorry. That's not what I meant." There came a crack and pop under him. He jumped off the table with his hand over his right ear as the table collapsed on one side, dumping everything off into a pile of broken glass.
"Mrs. Harker I.Ahhh" He's speechless not knowing what to do in this situation.
"Leave!" Mina started painting with her winter stare.
Sawyer slowly looks back and forth between her and the pile. "When we yall go to the city," his eyes get glary, "I'll buy you a new set."
"Those were a wedding gift from my husband. Irreplaceable!" Mina walks over to the door and holds it open. "Leave before something else breaks out!"