Jesse huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes. “Me, a side character? There’s no chance. Whatever handsome devil they hire to play me better steal every scene, or it won’t be true to life at all.” He turns his head and kisses the top of Ashe's head with another quiet chuckle.
“You’ve got it right about the movies though. Think I’ve seen more Westerns with omnics than with badass ladies in the starrin’ role.”
She hums, expecting those sorts of answers. Badass ladies won't ever get their deserved honor and glory.
"Someone should... fix that." The words are stretched out around a yawn she tries to stifle. She's... definitely gonna fall asleep here. Sorry, McCree. You're comfy.
Every little touch and kiss he gives her makes her feel warm and safe. She doesn't say it, but it's there in the little smile it always earns. She glances down at Chloe to turn her attention to their momentary daughter and gives a nod. "I'm workin' on it. Because people have very little respect for Omnics in our world and women are still comin' up short."
She could tell that Chloe was tired and the way she mumbled suggested she was likely going to nap through the epic length of the cowboy showdown. Meanwhile, she lets herself lean into McCree again, pretty sure the warmth in her body is more the situation and less the alcohol.
“Fallin’ asleep already?” Jesse chides, teasing rather than actually admonishing her for it. “You’re not gonna know then which comes first, the turkey or the shootout.”
He settles in between them, thoughts more on the moment in its wonder and absurdity than the actual movie. He’s seen it before anyway. But a moment like this… he’s not had this before. Maybe he won’t again when things do inevitably change. At least, right now, he can enjoy it while it lasts.
“If anybody can change Hollywood, it’s Ms. Elizabeth Caldonia Ashe. Even the name sounds ready-made for the movies.”
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“You’ve got it right about the movies though. Think I’ve seen more Westerns with omnics than with badass ladies in the starrin’ role.”
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"Someone should... fix that." The words are stretched out around a yawn she tries to stifle. She's... definitely gonna fall asleep here. Sorry, McCree. You're comfy.
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She could tell that Chloe was tired and the way she mumbled suggested she was likely going to nap through the epic length of the cowboy showdown. Meanwhile, she lets herself lean into McCree again, pretty sure the warmth in her body is more the situation and less the alcohol.
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He settles in between them, thoughts more on the moment in its wonder and absurdity than the actual movie. He’s seen it before anyway. But a moment like this… he’s not had this before. Maybe he won’t again when things do inevitably change. At least, right now, he can enjoy it while it lasts.
“If anybody can change Hollywood, it’s Ms. Elizabeth Caldonia Ashe. Even the name sounds ready-made for the movies.”