Like the grown adult she is, Chloe is quick to stick her tongue out at both of them, though it's a weak retort towards something that had clearly never actually bothered her in the first place. Later when her mind was back to normal, she might realize the comfort it all brought was from having missed the loving affection between William and Joyce that had been ripped away from her, but for now she just assumed it was a relief to have her parents not at odds with each other just in time for the holiday season.
"Think they'll get to it before B.O.B.'s done cooking that turkey?" Her tone's as sarcastically dramatic as always, and it's fully known enough that she'd sit through just about any kind of scenes for the movies she loved. She's comfortable anyway, feet tucked up underneath her and using McCree as a pillow.
Ashe's body relaxes and she sinks into the affection like a plant starved for sunlight. There is nothing she wants more than this, and she mirrors Chloe, making them mirror images of mother and daughter. If she could pick one con to live in, it would be this one.
As the movie starts up. "So what's this cowboy's life crisis? Wife die? Dad die? Lost the farm?" She's teasing of course and as the classic credits start up, it's so bad it's enjoyable. "Cue...man on horse...now.." She points to the screen just as he appears.
“You seen this one before?” Jesse jokes as the man on horseback appears on cue. He loves these predictable cowboy stories just as much as he appreciates the new, more innovative takes. There’s something familiar and relaxing about it. Predictability has never played a role in his life, and he’d be damn bored if it did; but if he ever does have a fix for something steadfast, there are these old Westerns and all their tried-and-true tropes.
“We can make a bet which comes first: turkey or shootout.”
Nevermind that he already knows the movie. He has less knowledge of how long a turkey takes.
Chloe lets out a small giggle she tries to muffle by biting down on her lip when Ashe manages to call the cowboy riding in to down. She doesn't know why it amuses her quite as much as it does, but maybe it just comes from how relaxed she feels. It's been a while, especially in a place like Deerington, and so everything feels that much funnier to her than it might normally.
"Mmmm." She shifts on the couch until she can throw her legs over the arm, slouching down until her head can rest more on McCree's stomach than his shoulder and she's more or less laying down. "If the staring part is as long as The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, my money's on turkey."
"You both have no idea how long a turkey takes then!"
As Chloe lays down, Ashe reaches over absently to run her fingers through her hair. It's surprisingly natural and she does it almost on instinct. The two of them being here with her, in her home...which is momentarily their home, is everything to her.
She chuckles softly at the comment about the staring. "I'll never understand those stand offs. Way over done. Enemies just don't stare at each other like that. " She glanced at McCree, a smirk on her lips as she joked. "Waitin' for the right moment to fire off your weapon. Who does that in real life?" She finished with a wink. It felt like so long ago that they'd been standing out by the wreckage of the train sizing each other up.
“I’m votin’ shootout. It’s a bird, how long can it take?”
Jesse really doesn’t know anything at all about cooking turkey, but he does know a thing or two about a good standoff. He sends a playful smirk Ashe’s way, trying to stifle a laugh after the wink.
“It’s like they’ve never been in a good Route 66 shootout before. Damn shame, since I hear they're a sight."
Chloe rolls her eyes at the both of them, though she’s got a smile that doesn’t seem to wanna leave her face now that she’s settled and comfortable. “You’re both such fucking dorks.” Something about that sounds very affectionate. Honest.
The way that Ashe is stroking her hair though and the safety she feels in this exact moment is enough to make her feel the most at ease she has in months. She feels beat, even, and she wasn’t even aware just how much tension she’d been carrying lately. It was enough to exhaust a person.
“How come the outlaws in these movies are never badass ladies?”
"Certainly are. Nothing in that area goes down without a big explosion. You just gotta hope you aren't on the receivin' end of them." She finished up the glass of wine she was drinking and set it down, before moving to lay her head against McCree's shoulder. The wine had built up a nice soft buzz and she felt relaxed and safe.
Glancing down at Chloe, she smiled, which turned into a laugh at her question. "Misogyny. Just you wait though, someday they'll make a movie 'bout me. Jesse here 'll be a side character though."
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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"Think they'll get to it before B.O.B.'s done cooking that turkey?" Her tone's as sarcastically dramatic as always, and it's fully known enough that she'd sit through just about any kind of scenes for the movies she loved. She's comfortable anyway, feet tucked up underneath her and using McCree as a pillow.
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As the movie starts up. "So what's this cowboy's life crisis? Wife die? Dad die? Lost the farm?" She's teasing of course and as the classic credits start up, it's so bad it's enjoyable. "Cue...man on horse...now.." She points to the screen just as he appears.
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“We can make a bet which comes first: turkey or shootout.”
Nevermind that he already knows the movie. He has less knowledge of how long a turkey takes.
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"Mmmm." She shifts on the couch until she can throw her legs over the arm, slouching down until her head can rest more on McCree's stomach than his shoulder and she's more or less laying down. "If the staring part is as long as The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, my money's on turkey."
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As Chloe lays down, Ashe reaches over absently to run her fingers through her hair. It's surprisingly natural and she does it almost on instinct. The two of them being here with her, in her home...which is momentarily their home, is everything to her.
She chuckles softly at the comment about the staring. "I'll never understand those stand offs. Way over done. Enemies just don't stare at each other like that. " She glanced at McCree, a smirk on her lips as she joked. "Waitin' for the right moment to fire off your weapon. Who does that in real life?" She finished with a wink. It felt like so long ago that they'd been standing out by the wreckage of the train sizing each other up.
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Jesse really doesn’t know anything at all about cooking turkey, but he does know a thing or two about a good standoff. He sends a playful smirk Ashe’s way, trying to stifle a laugh after the wink.
“It’s like they’ve never been in a good Route 66 shootout before. Damn shame, since I hear they're a sight."
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The way that Ashe is stroking her hair though and the safety she feels in this exact moment is enough to make her feel the most at ease she has in months. She feels beat, even, and she wasn’t even aware just how much tension she’d been carrying lately. It was enough to exhaust a person.
“How come the outlaws in these movies are never badass ladies?”
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Glancing down at Chloe, she smiled, which turned into a laugh at her question. "Misogyny. Just you wait though, someday they'll make a movie 'bout me. Jesse here 'll be a side character though."
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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.”