maskormenacelogs | Fishing!

WHO: Chloe Price and Brianna
WHERE: A lake somewhere outside Nonah.
WHEN: Second week of the month
WHAT: Fishing! Attempted bonding?
WARNINGS: Well it's Chloe and Breeze so just...assume warnings of a generally bad attitudinal nature.

Chloe wasn't sure why the fishing idea had hooked her (heh) but it had. She'd gone a lot when she was a kid, before her dad had died. It had been a 'bonding' thing and she'd either loved it or hated it, depending on her mood. But she also missed it. A lot. Probably because of him. And once she thought of it, she couldn't really stop thinking about it, and...hey! She knew a kid who was about the right age to get dragged along. Whether she liked it or not, really.

God Chloe hoped Breeze actually had fun...

Anyway, all of that was why she and Breeze were stepping out of a (borrowed) car outside of a boat rental place on the edge of a decently sized lake.

"Hey Kid, grab the stuff out of the back okay? I'll go get our boat keys." It was summer, so she'd done the smart thing (surprisingly) and called ahead to rent a little boat for the day.

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This is the kind of thing that Breeze would have loved to do with her family, but never got the chance to. After her dad left, her mom was always way too busy working. And then, once she'd gotten remarried, there were the twins... And her stepdad was the type who'd rather spend cash on a fancy resort than want to bond with his family. (And Breeze wasn't his family.)

She zips around to the back of the car and retrieves the supplies, then returns them to Chloe. All of this happens in less than a second. Actually, Chloe might still be finishing her second sentence when Breeze is finished.

"You got it, boss." She executes a little salute as she presents the supplies.

Chloe probably should've expected that, and when Breeze just sort of materialized with all their stuff she rolled her eyes and smirked.

"Good job kid. Now you get to stand there and hold everything while I get the keys."

She gave a teasing little wave as she ducked inside the building.

Well, crap.

While she waits for Chloe, Breeze amuses herself by throwing rocks into the lake. Of course, that only keeps her entertained for a few seconds. Then she progresses to trying to skip rocks all the way across the lake, to the other shore. It's not impossible with her super speed, though it does pose a significant risk to any ducks on the water.

Hmm, maybe she could run on the water... That would be really cool.

Chloe was only five minutes or so, probably an eternity for Breeze, and she stepped outside just in time to see several spooked ducks take to the air as the younger girl flicks a stone across the lake.

"...Not bad, kid. Don't think the birds approve though." She said with a grin as she moved over to pick up some of what Breeze had gotten out of the car.

"Guy inside said the boat is down at the end of the dock."

Breeze grabs the supplies and moves them to the boat at the end of the dock. It only takes her a second to move everything, but then she blurs back into sight standing on the dock and pointing to the boat she thinks must be theirs.

"This one?" she calls, and taps her foot impatiently.

The boat was pretty decent, not a little rowboat but a small, engine-powered one with a roofed over pilots area and several benches on the side. Chloe didn't answer immediately, reading the numbers on the back and then the keys as she caught up.

"Yeah." She said with a grin, tossing what she was carrying into it, then glancing at Breeze.

"You know you're gonna have to actually sit still for this, right kid?"

Breeze is already dumping the supplies into the boat. She glances over at Chloe, frowning a bit.

"I can do that."

Okay, well, that's debatable. But she'll at least try. (Probably.)

Chloe grinned at her. "Uh huh." She said in the most skeptical voice she could, as she climbed up into the boat.

But then she held up a hand to ward off the automatic kid-protest. "I'm just teasin', Breeze. Relax. I know you can do this."

Once the last of the supplies are in the boat, Breeze hops in after Chloe. It's not like she's never been in a boat before, but she's never gone fishing. Not for fun, anyway. And even back in the FAYZ, fishing wasn't her job. Her job was patrolling, soldiering, being a badass.

"When'd you learn how to fish?" she asks.

Chloe spent a good thirty seconds frowning at the boat controls before she was pretty sure she wouldn't drown them both trying to drive it, then turned on the engine. Okay.

"Oh, my dad taught me when I was a kid." She said as she slowly eased the boat out onto the water. "Younger'n you. Like, seven. He called it 'bonding time.'"

She'd alternated between loving it and hating it.

"Oh." Her own dad never did anything like this. In fact, Brianna can barely remember him. No great loss, but still, she can't help feeling a little jealous when she thinks about Chloe's dad.

"Did you cook the fish you caught? Did they taste good?"

"A couple times, yeah." Chloe smiled to herself. "I hated cleaning them so fuckin' much. And dad didn't really want to do it either. So unless we caught something like...rare or surprising...we just threw 'em back and bought fish on the way home."

Maybe not the most satisfying thing in the world, but so much less gross.

"I can clean and cook fish," Brianna says. "Birds, too. I got you covered."

She's not bragging, exactly, though she is somewhat proud of herself. It's just a fact of her life back home. She's never actually been fishing before. That was Quinn's crew's job.

"...Thanks? Pretty sure I don't need an birds killed, kid." If she didn't know just how shitty Breeze's old life was, there'd be serial killer warning bells going off after a comment like that.

"But hey, if you want to volunteer for fish cleaning duty, I'm sure as shit not gonna complain. I hate doing that."

"Okay." She shrugs. "I can clean fish." Even if it's gross, she doesn't have a problem with it.

Fishing!

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