"Yeah, I don't like 'em either, Penny Lane," Asher replied with a light sigh, leaning in to kiss the crinkle of her nose. He might not be working in the law system yet, but he'd studied extensively--he'd read case after case revolving around gun violence. And yet--this was war, and other side wasn't keeping things 'civilized.'
"Yeah, what's up?"
Asher straightened up as Daisy's voice answered his call, keeping his hand on Penny out of habit until she'd moved out of his reach and slipped out of his fingers. "Hey, ma'am, uh, so hey, we just had some Culling assassins break into our house and try to murder us all, are you guys okay?"
For a few moments there was silence on the phone--mostly because Daisy didn't know what to react to first, the assassination attempt or being called MA'AM. "...Uh. We're fine. Rocky's filming, lemme see if he can take a break."
"Take your time, we're good now," Asher assured her cheerfully. "The First Guard is on the way to clean up and Ty's getting patched up--oh, she's our mate now. Officially."
"...Uh. Busy night, huh?"
"Right?! Exciting times we live in."
Ty's lips curved, then split into a wide grin at Penny's proclamation as she sauntered in, grabbed a robe, and sauntered out again. "I make no promises," she murmured, easing back enough to pluck her panties off of her hips and let them fall to her feet, then making a face as the last article of clothing was the snug sports bra she was gonna have to pull off over her head. That was gonna hurt like a bitch, but she gritted her teeth and caught the edge of the tight elastic, tugging it up over her breasts and up her arms. A little growl slipped out, but it could've been worse. "This shower's gonna suck, but I've got...a shit ton of blood in my hair, and it's their blood. I can smell it. I hate it. Their smell's all over me."
Penny got back to the living room just in time for Imogen to walk through the door, two members of the First Guard briefly visible outside as they started in on cleanup. Though one of the cars parked outside was a cop car--Terry wasn't the only member of pack that was on the force--they'd kept their lights off, wanting as little attention on them as possible. Imogen strode directly over to Penny and took her face in her hands, narrowed eyes peering down at her. "You hurt, sugar?"
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"Yeah, what's up?"
Asher straightened up as Daisy's voice answered his call, keeping his hand on Penny out of habit until she'd moved out of his reach and slipped out of his fingers. "Hey, ma'am, uh, so hey, we just had some Culling assassins break into our house and try to murder us all, are you guys okay?"
For a few moments there was silence on the phone--mostly because Daisy didn't know what to react to first, the assassination attempt or being called MA'AM. "...Uh. We're fine. Rocky's filming, lemme see if he can take a break."
"Take your time, we're good now," Asher assured her cheerfully. "The First Guard is on the way to clean up and Ty's getting patched up--oh, she's our mate now. Officially."
"...Uh. Busy night, huh?"
"Right?! Exciting times we live in."
Ty's lips curved, then split into a wide grin at Penny's proclamation as she sauntered in, grabbed a robe, and sauntered out again. "I make no promises," she murmured, easing back enough to pluck her panties off of her hips and let them fall to her feet, then making a face as the last article of clothing was the snug sports bra she was gonna have to pull off over her head. That was gonna hurt like a bitch, but she gritted her teeth and caught the edge of the tight elastic, tugging it up over her breasts and up her arms. A little growl slipped out, but it could've been worse. "This shower's gonna suck, but I've got...a shit ton of blood in my hair, and it's their blood. I can smell it. I hate it. Their smell's all over me."
Penny got back to the living room just in time for Imogen to walk through the door, two members of the First Guard briefly visible outside as they started in on cleanup. Though one of the cars parked outside was a cop car--Terry wasn't the only member of pack that was on the force--they'd kept their lights off, wanting as little attention on them as possible. Imogen strode directly over to Penny and took her face in her hands, narrowed eyes peering down at her. "You hurt, sugar?"