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Holliday almost walked past her. Not that she didn't see Silver slumped in the alley, reeking of booze, but because she didn't want to deal with the pathetic werewolf. However, instincts from a happier time where her biggest issue was throwing the same drunks into the overnight cell kicked in and Holliday found herself bending down to see what she could do with the snoring woman.
Wrinkling her nose at the pungent mix of cheap booze, blood, and body odour, Holliday carefully snuck Silver's shotgun out of her hand, unloaded it, and stashed it on her belt. No chance in taking risks with a woman who had acclimated to aiming while blackout.
With a grunt, she pulled the limp bounty hunter up, draping an arm over her shoulder and carrying the full weight of the gently snoring lush. Surprising light for a woman who turned into a seven foot tall wolf, but still heavy enough that Holiday kept a stream of grumbling going as she set off to her cheap ass motel.
About halfway through navigating the labyrinthine streets and alleys of New York, the refrain of “fuck my fucking niceness that makes me think carrying a dumbass wolf who’s gonna drink herself to death and no one will miss her is a good idea" finally pierced the alcoholic fog that filled Silver’s empty head. With a pained noise, Silver lifted her head, blearily studying the new scenery around her. Holliday paused, letting Silver catch her bearings so she could finally stop carrying the deadweight.
Rather than do anything helpful, however, Silver sniffed the air a few times before turning to meet Holliday’s grumpy stare with a happy smile. “Hey Honey, recognized you from the gunpowder smell and the mean look you're giving me. What brings a goodie-two shoes like you to feel me up in an alley? Not that I'm complaining!”
With a thump, Holliday let Silver go, the drunken woman bonelessly piling onto the street with an “Ow”. As Silver picked herself up, Holliday got down to business clarifying their current situation.
“Trust me, Silver, I do not want to be carrying your smelly ass around all night and I certainly wasn't doing it to ‘feel you up’ as you put it. I am a civil servant and sometimes that means helping the less fortunate, even when they're in a mess of their own making and wouldn't help anyone else except if she was getting paid in cash or booze. All I'm doing is getting you off the street so you're actually useful when the Ritual starts.”
As Holliday tore into Silver, she just swayed a bit on her feet, tail wagging as she peered at Holliday uncomprehendingly. “So we're not on a surprise date?”
After Hollisay’s emphatic denial, Silver's ears and tail drooped a bit before perking up, as though her whiskey-rotted brain had thought of something other than money or booze. “So why don't we start now?”
“Because, you flea-bitten mongrel, I am tired, doing my duty, and definitely not into women, especially boozy lechers. I saw how you were leering at Paige when you visited her for a ‘lead’. No thanks.”
Silver pouted at this, her inebriation giving her delusions that she could just give puppy dog eyes and somehow woo Holliday like she was a horny teenager. Nope. Already tried that when she actually was a horny teenager. Silver swayed towards Holliday, unable to keep her footing steady. Holliday backed up, not wanting dog breath or puke on her clothes. Silver tried to flash a cocky grin, stumbled, and fell towards Holliday. Surprised, Holliday tried to grab her to keep her from face-planting (her accursed do-gooder instincts), but found herself pushed back against the wall of the alley.
Silver, leaning on the wall behind Holliday, straightened up and looked down at the woman she now had pinned against the wall, her smug smile big enough to show fangs. Holliday refused to let five measly inches get in the way of her outraged glare, but the alcohol had ruined any risk assessment Silver could have once had.
“Hey Sheriff, pretty nice to cozy up to a pretty lady, huh?”
“Even if I wanted to do that. Which I don’t. I don’t think you qualify as ‘pretty’.”
“Boo~ C’mon, we’re both disasters who like leather jackets, might as well have some fun!”
“I’m not here for fun, Lilah. I’m trying to stop a murderer. You’re treating this like a game and I don’t want any part of it! I want to go to bed and not see or smell you until we’re forced to work together for the Ritual. And for the last time, I’m not gay!”
Silver, despite getting yelled at by a woman with a revolver and rapidly diminishing reserves of patience, just smiled brighter at the words. “You remembered my name! That’s so sweet!”
“I’ve got a functioning brain. Unlike you. Do you remember mine? Don’t think I don’t notice ‘honey’ and ‘sheriff’ have seemed to replace my name.”
Silver looked around frantically for a second before confidently saying; “Holly, do you really think I’d forget such a gorgeous name?”
“You think my name is Holly?! How fucking dare you try to pull your shitty werewolf moves on me while you don’t even know my name! You’re a bitc-”
As Silver kissed her, Holliday realized that she had been missing out. Despite Silver’s mouth tasting like cheap booze and smokes, her lips were soft and the hand under Holliday’s chin kept her tilted into the kiss. Holliday couldn’t think straight like this. Her brain felt suddenly lethargic and fuzzed over; a kaleidoscope of sensations slurring together into a pleasurable soup. Wet dog suddenly didn’t smell so bad when mixed with the leather of Silver’s jacket. The soft thumping of Silver’s tail wagging against her leg, the jangling of the tags on her collar, and the curve of her smile all mixing into a heady cocktail.
When Silver’s fangs nipped at her lips, Holliday couldn’t keep from moaning and pulling at Silver’s thick collar to continue with renewed fervor. As Silver chuckled at her eagerness, though, Holliday’s hat slipped off her head and the light misting of rain that had picked up while they argued shocked her like a bucket of cold water.
Pushing Silver away and scrambling out from her compromising position, Holliday rushed to put herself back in order. When had Silver have the wherewithal to undo her bandana? Shooting a murderous look at the smirking woman, Holliday shoved her hat back on her head and futilely hoped that lycanthropy hadn’t given Silver good enough vision to see her blush.
With a last huff, she turned around and started heading back to her motel. Holliday was too damn busy to worry about all the feelings she’d just went through.
Silver followed her like a puppy, her damnably long legs keeping pace with Holliday’s furious march.
“Don’t get so mad, honey. I can tell you liked that. I’m always happy to help a lady learn some new things about herself, cross my heart!”
“I don’t care. I need to get some sleep. I have a lot of things I have to do and your whole...” Holliday waved her hands at Silver, “thing isn’t one of them.”
“So the proud sheriff is so mad that she found out she’s gay that she’s just going to leave a helpless citizen stranded in New York City?”
Holliday turned an unimpressed look at the grinning Silver, trying to summon her resolve to tell the handsome woman to fuck off. Finally, she sighed and said: “You can spend the night at my place. Keep your hands to yourself.”
“We’re sharing a bed? Don’t mind if I do!”
“There’s a couch. You’ll be there.”
“For now, sure.”
“I told you, I don’t have time for all this, this gay stuff! There’s a goddamn Ritual!”
“So after the Ritual we can get back to exploring your burgeoning bisexuality?”
“Fuck off.”
“I’ll take that for a yes.”