The drive seemed longer on the way back. She blazed even more so than before, flinging and flipping her hair all over the place. It was a wonder she could even see. Half way, a pair of lights flashed once, nearly crawling from behind it's hiding sign, but quickly halted and back right up. He knew who it was. There was no point. Soft whinnies and obnoxious moo's were heard all the way down the highway, even when she arrived home. It wasn't surprising seeing as this place seemed to have every other animal besides their annoying cock making their evening noises to allow the world awareness to their night approaching.<br/>She shoved the shift stick up to park it, practically slamming everything on her way into their little house. Plopping the bags on the counter, she began unloading them as Scotch came down the stairs with a beer in hand - the stereo at a decent level upstairs. He took a swig with his step down, rounding the railing and leaning on their island counter. He set it down as he looked at her, sounding a bit sarcastic.<br/>"What happened?"<br/>"Nothing - can you put these away, I'm really not in the mood, I'll be in the barn." She muttered all at once.<br/>"Woah, hey hey, hold on now."<br/>He slipped around the counter and grabbed her arm, knowing well that the barn meant something was wrong. Last time she was upset about something, she spent two whole nights in there.<br/>"Please, Scotch, really - I'm not in the mood."<br/>"I know, what's wrong?" he said kindly as she wriggled from him. "Hey," he said sternly, grabbing both toned arms and looking her in the eye.<br/>"Just stupid shit. Remember that ass-hat in the bar the other night? That guy in the suit messing with his waitress?"<br/>"Yeah..."<br/>"Apparently he complained about me and now I can't go back."<br/>Scotch pressed his lips together, trying desperately to hold his laugh as his wrinkled lips began to raise.<br/>"You ass!" she said, trying not to smile.<br/>She accompanied her insult with a fierce hit to his chest, still trying to escape.<br/>"I'm sor-" he sputtered through laughter, "I'm sorry, really, but didn't I say-"<br/>"Yeah, yeah, you always say shit, dick."<br/>She finally broke free as his strong hand clasped over his mouth, concealing the hisses beneath. A couple 'I hate you's' slipped from her as she tried not to laugh along with him. He took another drink of his bottle and began sorting through the groceries. He picked on and teased her "healthy habits" swearing he would never eat that stuff, though he did all the time due to her prepping for his cooking.<br/>It wasn't long and she was able to fold the paper bag and add it to their collection. The pile had grown rather monstrous - though not surprising considering how far they had to take it to recycle.<br/>When almost everything was put away, she finally reached in her pocket, plucking her phone and taking a quite look for anything she may have ignored earlier. A quick flip-click closed as she reached for the opposite pocket, scratching across her butt frantically.<br/>"Got a few ants in your pants again?" Scotch chuckled.<br/>"Dude, I lost my wallet."<br/>"Go get another-"<br/>"It's not just the wallet Scotch, I had fucking everything in there - my ID, our cards. And we won't have any phone reception until tomorrow morning to cancel them!" All her irritation came flooding back as she threw her hands up and let them slap against her thighs.<br/>"Look, I'll go back and see if I can find it."<br/>"No," she said, trying to reign in her frustration - it wasn't his fault, "I'll just go in the morning and retrace my steps. Not a lot more we can fucking do about it tonight."<br/>He just twitched his lips over and watched her trudge out the back door, flicking a saddle blanket from the pile on her way. There was nothing much more to do than sigh at this point. Not a lot could be done when she gets this way, unless - in this case - her wallet magically appeared before someone maxed out their cards, or drained them.<br/><br/>The barn was a little chilly. They must have left the door open all day with the breezes. Everyone look to be inside so she shut it as much as she could with the little effort she was willing to put forth. Everyone looked at her oddly, obviously picking up on her discomfort. She simply rolled her eyes as they continued to stare, tossing the blanket over her shoulder as she climbed the ladder. They needed more hay. It wasn't like them to let it get this low. She'd add it to the annoying list of things to do tomorrow. With a swift shove, she removed her pants. Her lengthy legs made her look like a pin-up chick in this shirt, but no one was looking. Remanence of her freckles could been seen down her quadriceps, fading down into her shins. She wasn't extremely tan, but more so than her pale body seemed to make her. She was one of a lucky few who had a tan that just liked to fade with the rest of her.<br/>Throwing the blanket on a pile of loose hay, she threw herself down face first. Her eyes were already close as her dim blonde locks masked her face. 'Dammit,' she thought, 'not even a drink to help me sleep.'<br/>But before she could second guess her decision to get back up, she was wrapped under the stiff grass and snoring softly.