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

You must be amazing with the rope, maybe you should be the one catching fugitives Alba joked taking a look around. There were no parents in any of the pictures, making her wonder what had happened to them, but she knew better than ask. I have never been into a rodeo, you certainly look that you are having fun in these pictures she nodded, feeling a bit weird. Her old room back at her parents home was also littered with accolades, mostly athletics of various sorts, but she knew well that in the pictures next to them she always looked proud but not happy, never showing a smile. There must still be a poster of Sharleen Spiteri back in my old room, parent's house she nodded A Dolores O'Riordan one... and Laura Pausini as well if I remember correctly, it's been a while Alba added remembering the musicians that decorated her room. Don't worry, it's fine Alba said, holding back a giggle when Beth apologized. She had scared the poor girl with her brash attitude it seemed. I'm more than accustomed to change in front of people. When escorting a suspect or a witness you can't get away from them for even a second, so when your partner is busy you just don't care about some stuff she tried to explain, although her attitude surprised her, maybe it was a country girl thing. The selection of clothes made Alba smile, not because they were peculiar or gave a country bumpkin aura, but because how cute they were, almost unintentionally so. The frog is cute she couldn't help but comment, not wanting to press the issue too much since Beth seemed uncomfortable. Sorry for barging into your space though, you are being a lifesaver today and the first good thing that happened to me in more than a week she admitted, changed and ready to go into the bathroom. Even if she had done it in seconds, Alba had the chance to get a look at Beth's back, seeing that she was indeed lanky and spindly, but not enough time to notice how strong she was, distracted by the cute freckles. Staring was bad enough, but what made Alba feel bad was that briefly she was glad, at least for a split second. Not that Beth wasn't cute or anything, but it was already weird enough for the younger girl to be taller, at least Alba had her beaten in the curve department. Alba's hips were wider, and even if her bust was quite discreet, it looked bigger on her small frame. On my way she nodded, following Beth to the bathroom, seeing that she was taking her plain white bra. Oh, looks nice Alba said walking into the quaint bathroom. Sure, it was small and rustic, but it was pretty and clean. If I was on your place I'd end up on that tub after each ride Alba commented, since her smaller figure would probably allow her to be a better fit to it. I don't know how you get accustomed to that, I'm feeling sore all over she admitted, not daring to stretch in the tiny room. Fhank you Alba thanked while brushing her teeth when Beth cleaned and hung her bra, as it must have been sweaty after the ordeal. It's funny how we always admire what we don't have Alba giggled when Beth talked about her hair. I have been so long with it that it seems boring to me, so dark. But yours is super bright and looks amazing under the sun she admitted, letting Beth brush her, thinking about how good it felt. Back on the room Alba sat in front of Beth, both of them on the bed like a sleepover at a friends house, making Alba feel younger and a bit energetic despite the day she just had. Hmm? she doubted when Beth talked about her offer. Oh, the talking and all, of course. We can talk about anything you want, don't worry, just us girls here Alba leaned in, tapping Beth's knee then returning to her sitting position, mirroring Beth's. I don't talk to girls much either, to be honest. The job in the city can be a slave driver, and most of the coworkers are male she admitted. Alba had trouble understanding Beth when she talked about a 'feller' but asking about the ring clarified it, second time she asked about a man in Alba's life, guessing that it was normal teen girl gossip. No, I'm not married. Never been Alba said a bit sulky, almost hearing her parents nag at her. Had a few boyfriends, but always a short time, it never works she said, about to use her job as a excuse out of habit, but stopping beforehand. Sometimes I think I'm not made for it, you know? Romance I mean. Never felt those butterflies in the stomach and all that she confessed, sighing shortly after it. Why was she telling all of that to Beth? It was true that she felt comfortable with the girl, but it was a bit weird, considering that- Sorry, you wanted to talk and here I am telling you my old lady troubles she snorted. Are you having boyfriend troubles? she asked, thinking that there were Beth's questions directed to.