"Figures. You Cowboys and your hats," Wynonna rolls her eyes playfully. "Did he tell you the tearful tale about how he lost his to a nasty looking demon. Yep, tore it apart and ate it."
She can still hear Waverly laughing about the look on his face. She wasn't there, but she certainly heard the lamenting about it for the rest of the day.
"Duly noted," Wynonna replies, not really thinking about the fact that there was an extreme shortage of booze around the township of Mathias. This wasn't going to go very well for the functioning alcoholic who needed the steady flow to staunch the repressed guilt, rejection and emotional trauma that was her life.
But moving on.
She eyes him but realizes they are nowhere near her world or his, which was still a notion that was hard to wrap her head around.
"Black Badge is a special division of US Marshall's that keep track of and eradicate paranormal forces and wow," she drops her head forward and mumbles something about someone named 'Dolls'. "They're supposed to corraling anything dark and scary and pointing us in their direction. We handle it."
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She can still hear Waverly laughing about the look on his face. She wasn't there, but she certainly heard the lamenting about it for the rest of the day.
"Duly noted," Wynonna replies, not really thinking about the fact that there was an extreme shortage of booze around the township of Mathias. This wasn't going to go very well for the functioning alcoholic who needed the steady flow to staunch the repressed guilt, rejection and emotional trauma that was her life.
But moving on.
She eyes him but realizes they are nowhere near her world or his, which was still a notion that was hard to wrap her head around.
"Black Badge is a special division of US Marshall's that keep track of and eradicate paranormal forces and wow," she drops her head forward and mumbles something about someone named 'Dolls'. "They're supposed to corraling anything dark and scary and pointing us in their direction. We handle it."