“Whatever. Listen, whenever you get some time and you're not,” Scarlet glanced at the few sheets of paper on Rosie's desk, “Er, swamped in paperwork, come down and just hang out with us, have a drink or two. Jane's barely seen you since we got here and you've talked to Woody all of once.”
The blond witch turned around in her chair and stared out the window, across the Georgia Strait and toward the mainland.
“Yeah, I'll,” she paused to let out another deep sigh, “I'll do that.”
“ For fuck's sake, stop being so melodramatic. You used to hate fighting, now you miss it? Christ, Rosie. What happened to you?”
Scarlet could only shake her head as she left the room, being sure to slam the door as she left – the embarrassment of a young man standing out side waiting to see the commanding officer. Her younger wingman who was also waiting outside formed up beside her.
“So, uh, h-how did it go?”
“Rosie's being a cunt and I don't know why. We finally get out and now she wants back in. The fuck is her problem?”
“Maybe she just wants to help fight?”
“Probably. But it doesn't make my life any easier to have to coddle the goddamn whiny CO.”
“So you're just going to leave her? That's not really what friends should do.”
“No, no, no, kiddo. You misunderstand,” the tall witch put on a devilish grin, slapping her arm down around the other witch's shoulders, “what we're gonna do is we're gonna go find Jane and then we're gonna go get a witch's best friend.”
“Booze. Real Canadian beer. She hasn't had anything but American piss water for the past two years. 'bout time we reminded her who she was, eh?”