Somehow her fingers are long and thick simultaneously, worn from the constant work with rope and lines on the trawler. Fingertips against glass as Tiffany is observed from underneath long lashes. โNah. Give me a midstrength. Canโt really deny you a tip.โ Percy only started +
coming here for Tiffany anyway. . . That first meeting sort of struck a cord that hasnโt been easily forgotten. She is always coming from work. . . Itโs just which one. The trawler. The lumber yard. The mechanic. Parents dead, left to care for a younger sister and a +
Still in the overalls from her shift upon the trawler, the blue-collar straightens a previously bowed posture as Tiffany approaches. "I probably shouldn't." This is her third and she has to drive home. And that might not be the end of her night if her sister has any demands.
โItโs a vibration that passes through the ground, or a frequency. Does that sound weird?โ Itโs even the energy in the crests of a wave, ripple or lap. Percy didnโt care if it sounded weird. Nature speaks to everyone within their own way. Unique as the next. +
Eh. Percy didnโt necessarily mind. Some parts of the shore are calmer, more comforting than others. โIt always is.โ Sheโs spent so long on and in the water, working with it, it feels as if the water itself speaks to her. โSheโs in a mood today though.โ The +
Generous sip of her beer is taken, the woman observed from the edge of her vision. She offers up the mason jar which has clearly seen better days. But perhaps that should have waited, the tilt of her head capturing the moment lips encase around the butt of a +
Eh. Percy didnโt necessarily mind. Some parts of the shore are calmer, more comforting than others. โIt always is.โ Sheโs spent so long on and in the water, working with it, it feels as if the water itself speaks to her. โSheโs in a mood today though.โ The +
An old jar has been washed out, filled with homeโbrewed beer and the Muldoon sits along the shoreline, taking a sip here and there as rolling waves are watched.
9 to 5 working hours are a myth, existing for those with comfortable jobs. Not for average labourer who ensure the wheel continues turning. Solid biceps strain, exposing layered muscle which lingers beneath as the crane line is pulled in. Itโs a display of peak fitness.