Thread: A Place to Hang your Hat [AnnaBeth and Sigr]

I'd say that it could be an acquired taste, but it's nice Alba admitted to be on the fence about it once Beth explained the process. It's more interesting than the store bought one, at least in Boston. The taste is always a bit flat she commented, since at least this bread tasted like something. That would be wonderful, will can go after making a phone call so I can sort out my life a bit better she sighed a bit, but Beth's enthusiasm was contagious and soon she was smiling thinking about ice cream and the girl's sweet tooth. Beth having to study in summer felt a bit odd to her, but it was a few years already that she had left the studies so she was no one to judge. Once Mr McCurdy started to move back to the living room, Alba looked at Beth, formed the words Ice Cream with her mouth and after a nod and a wink she went after her grandfather. Being aware of her surroundings was very important for her job, and if she was really destined to those parts she wouldn't be chasing fugitives around the city, but in those same fields and roads. A stretch of terrain that would make any man a multi millionaire back in the city here it only seemed fit to break your back working on it, so it was no wonder that the McCurdys were so tough, so diligent. As Beth joined them, Alba stared at her for a moment, seeing how she brushed that red hair back, then followed her finger to the map, seeing that she had to get close to point things at her. So this is... Snake Curl road you called it? she asked, exercising her memory. Alba peeked a bit to see what Beth was studying, but that was far from being her forte, so as soon as she saw numbers first and grammar later, she knew that little help she could offer, so she kept her nose into the maps, learning the lay of the land. Yeah, it's been a long day, so it will be my pleasure... Alba admitted how tired she was, trying to stretch out her sore body offered nothing but cramps. You are way too nice she complimented, following Beth to her room. The girl's personal space was as practical and industrious as she had expected, perhaps a bit too much as there weren't many traces of girly endeavors in there, plush animals and other cute things replaced by tons of rodeo ribbons. Holy shit Beth, you certainly can ride Alba blurted, seeing how capable she was. It seemed that horses weren't the only thing Beth was interested in, as judging from the posters around she liked movies and music as well. It's practical but welcoming she said, looking at how Beth-like her room was, sitting on the bed. Maybe it's just the marshal in me working overtime Alba admitted, untying her Converse sneakers and removing them one by one, pushing them aside with some white ankle socks. She wriggled her toes free of their prison and started to continue making herself comfortable, leaving gun and badge on the nightstand and starting to undo her belt. But you seemed eager about something, you can ask me anything Beth, you rescued me after all she joked, wondering what kind of question she could have, providing that Alba was right about it. I hope you don't mind but I want to get free of these while you pick something I can wear Alba struggled with the waist of her skinny jeans, peeling them off her hips with a bit of trouble, revealing some red boyish briefs with a white trim on her.