"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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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.”