“Hey!” Oliver enthusiastically greeted, though as he came to a halt in the path, he could tell that his hunch had been right. Something was wrong, and it didn’t seem as if she could continue much or any farther than where they currently were. “You sure? That’s just it?” His brows furrowed, already glancing down at the leg she apparently was cradling just a few moments earlier. Though he had to laugh a bit at her remark about the bike beside him. “Guilty, you did catch me. I mean, I usually run. Only sometimes I do the rentals. But it might become temporarily yours here in a few minutes to steer you back to town.” Oliver mentioned, still intending to not stray too far from the matter at hand that she may actually be hurting and needed medical attention.
Oh,Stevie… why must you be so stubborn? The pain in her stomach somehow intensified the instant she chose to ignore it—as if her body were now punishing her for it. Still, she refused to acknowledge the fact she was hurting and instead laughed lightly in reply. “No, no, I’m fine. Thank you, but it’s nothing. I just haven’t eaten anything ye–”Ohp! Brows buckled as the pain suddenly doubled and her abdomen tensed. She finally succumbed and listened to her body by returning her palm to her stomach in search of relief. “…I may have overworked a muscle, I’m not sure.” She admitted after a beat, voice strained, before groaning lowly. “Ow. This doesn’t feel good.”
Wyatt was probably beginning to spend more time at Moonie’s than was good for him. But coming back- no, scratch that, _being _back in Mystic was a lot. Still was, even five months after he moved back here. There was just too much history, too much hurt, too much trauma, for it to not affect him. And if Wyatt needed a drink or two to deal with it occasionally, well his therapist back in New York might not approve, but Wyatt wasn’t that concerned. Plus, Stevie did a pretty good job of keeping him in line.
He sat at the bar, waiting for her expectantly. They never really made plans to meet up, necessarily. They just happened to show up at Moonie’s on the same nights. And Wyatt wasn’t about to question it. Stevie had become a very welcome new addition to his life in Mystic, one he was very grateful for.
He grinned as she sat down on the stool next to him. “Do you really need to ask? You know we only go straight for the hard stuff on days ending in ‘y.’” he teased, knocking back the last of his beer before getting the bartender’s attention and ordering a couple shots for the both of them.
Well, now! This had to be (hands down) her favorite part of the day! Perhaps not the healthiest part, but boy did she ever enjoy sitting down and knocking back a few bottles at Moonie’s with Wyatt after a long day. And there had been a lot of long days lately. She got comfortable on the stool and snickered at him.“There he is!” She teased back, “Let me tell ya’, I’m ready to get a little goofy after the weird day I had.” Her eyes landed on his beer as he set it down—a permanent smile across her face, and she rested her elbows up on the counter. “How ahead of me are you, Davis?” She chuckled, wondering just how much she’d have to take down in order to catch up to him. She glanced at the bartender as they lined up the shots in front of them and she snatched one, looking back over to him.
With every single counter spotless, and her last part-time employee on their way home, Nora was preparing to closeout the register, so she could finally get home. The warmer it got, the more people seemed to have reason to celebrate. She wasn’t complaining, of course, because this time of year was good for business. but it meant long days and, more importantly, more time away from her favorite person.
Nora was in the middle of promising her son she’d be on her way to pick him up from grandma’s soon, when the bell over the door rung. “… Yes, I’ll see you very s — hello? — sorry, baby, Mama’s gotta go. Hopefully I’ll be home soon.” She paused then, hanging up her phone and re-emerging from the back of the house to take a gander at who could possibly be holding up the remainder of her evening. “Hello? I’m sorry, but I’m closing up. Can I help you with something?”
Dammit. She was usually on top of things, but today she’d struggled since the second she’d gotten out of bed. After receiving a text that her mother ‘may be coming tomorrow’ from Wisconsin to visit, the brunette had planned to hit up Sugar Daddy in hopes she could buy some banana bread for the occasion. But she completely forgot to… and only remembered at the last minute.Way to go,Stevie;outstanding.
Seeing the times on the front of the store, she was surprised to find the door was unlocked when she’d attempted to pull it open, and couldn’t help but creep in after the bell above it had rung.Well… perhaps she could squeeze in one last order? She wasn’t sure what she was thinking. She detested last minute customers, especially when she just wanted to go home, and here she was being one.
Stevie brought her bottom lip in to bite, not seeing anyone; attention darted over to the woman as she came out, however. “Oh! Uh…” She started, arching her brows. She appeared a bit like a deer in headlights and was speechless for a moment. “…Sorry, hi, um… I was just wondering if I could buy some banana bread?” She asked nervously, cringing slightly at herself.She knew she was in the wrong here. “…I can–I can go if–I know its late. I completely forgot to stop by earlier today… when you were actually open.”
“Very much so,” she sighs defeatedly and chuckles, admittedly a little embarrassed that her outburst had been caught by another. “Pressed?” Dylan almost perks up at that, her curiousity getting the better of her as she straightens her posture a little to listen, intrigued. Hell, at this point she was willing to try anything.. even have a complete stranger press against her head. Peering over at the woman now, her knight in shining armour, she offers a hopeful smile, her brows pulling together and upwards some. “I’m definitely willing to try.. I just might call you my hero if you’re right.”
Catching the other woman may have been interested before she’d vocalized it, Stevie had smiled and gotten up to walk over. She chuckled softly in response to the notion, shaking her head. “Well, I sincerely hope I am.” She returned, smiling over the other. Standing at her side, Stevie brought her arms up. “Okay… turn a little towards me?” She asked before gently placing her palm against the stranger’s forehead and the other on the back of her head. “So, I’m just gonna…” Slowly, she began to apply pressure, gradually squeezing a little harder, and held it there. At this juncture, she was hoping the other woman was feeling the relief she’d promised. As it’d only last as long as she squeezed, she kept the pressure there for about a minute and a half before slowly releasing, and leaned a bit to look at her. “How was that?”
