Thread: No Good Deed | Lewd Misconduct x Kaigen

Haley watched Tim with curious eyes as he described the drink. The last time she had any type of conversation had been months ago. Even so, she still recognized when someone was reminiscing about the past as he so clearly was. The hard lines of his face softened a bit and she could even see the smile on his face. For the first time she wondered what Tims life was like before all of this. There was little doubt in her mind that he'd been just as rough around the edges, but maybe there was an easy going nature somewhere inside him as well. Well it's definitely an acquired taste. She finished off the chocolate on the knife before closing the jar and stuffing both in her bag. The sight of meat had her mouth watering and she took what he offered. Pain flared in her jaw the moment her teeth bared down delicious jerky. Ow, ow, ow, ow. She looked at the jerky with murder in her eyes as her hands came up to her jaw. This was bullshit. She needed to eat and she wasn't going to let a little pain stop her. Nothing was broken, she was sure, and the quicker she worked the muscles the faster they'd heal. Wrenching a piece off with her hands she popped it in her mouth and began to chew...slowly but chew all the same. Mission accomplished, she caught up with the conversation and nodded. Haley had a lot of questions for Tim but now wasn't the time for them. Traveling at night was something she didn't do and knowing that would soon be the case made her want to utilize that time effectively. It was clear to see that Tim was assessing her and she was doing the same herself. Haley couldn't deny that she was tired, but that wasn't an issue. Her last meal of corn, almonds, and crackers was yesterday evening, but she was fairly hydrated and that's what mattered. She was more concerned with her body. Her legs were fine, and while her ass hurt the pain was bearable. It was her ribs and chest she was worried about, breathing through the soreness. Her chest she could take care of, for the rest she would just have to steel through it. Thankfully, she knew what it was like from running track and having a yogi as a father. He was brutal when it came to making sure she was correct in her form when it came to maintaining position and he trained her on how to move through pain when her muscles tightened, tore or strained from a particularly rough track practice. No one ever believed such a relaxed man was such a stickler. The work earned her a spot on the team in college and the yoga kept her body limber and conditioned. There was no way she would've gotten through the window without it. Her hands made quick work of putting her hair in a loose braid and tying the end. A ponytail was impossible at the moment. She fished out the sports bra she found, regretting not putting it on in the store before getting up and turning away from him again to change. Tim could chuckle all he wanted to. She wasn't about to just throw modesty out the window just because the world went to shit. I can handle it. Just give give me another swig and I'm good. The words were muffled for a moment as she slid the shirt back over her small frame. The temperature would drop soon, she could already feel it in the fall air. The whisky would keep the cold and pain at bay until her body was warm enough to regulate itself.