Sin City - Shellie/Nancy - Stow it
Title: Stow it
Fandom: Sin City
Pairing: Shellie/Nancy
Word Count: 220
Rating: PG
Challenge/Prompt: #422: "shelter"
Shellie sits at the bar and is still trembling. She’s holding a napkin to her bleeding lip and sobs softly from time to time. Actually she should be cleaning now, for the bar was already closed for some time.
“Don’t you want to go home?”
The voice of Nancy makes Shellie jump and the stripper halts in her step.
“Is everything okay?” she asks and approaches the waitress who tries to hide her face. Nancy winces when she nevertheless sees the bleeding lip, the bruise on her eye that is turning already blue, her smeared mascara and the look of fear on the tough woman’s face. Nancy would never have expected to see the self-concious Shellie like this.
“You know, the bar was always my shelter,” Shellie says with a bitter laugh. “He usually never beat me when other people than his friends were around. I thought it would stay this way.”
“He’s at your place?” Nancy asks.
Shellie just nods.
The stripper frowns. Sure, she and Shellie had never been that close, but …
“Know what? You’ll crash on my couch today.”
Shellie looks up, eyes wide with surprise. “No, it’s okay, I-“
“Stow it and get your ass up.” Nancy’s smile doesn’t fit the harsh words, but Shellie laughs anyway.
“Thank you,” she breathes and really means it.
Fandom: Sin City
Pairing: Shellie/Nancy
Word Count: 220
Rating: PG
Challenge/Prompt: #422: "shelter"
Shellie sits at the bar and is still trembling. She’s holding a napkin to her bleeding lip and sobs softly from time to time. Actually she should be cleaning now, for the bar was already closed for some time.
“Don’t you want to go home?”
The voice of Nancy makes Shellie jump and the stripper halts in her step.
“Is everything okay?” she asks and approaches the waitress who tries to hide her face. Nancy winces when she nevertheless sees the bleeding lip, the bruise on her eye that is turning already blue, her smeared mascara and the look of fear on the tough woman’s face. Nancy would never have expected to see the self-concious Shellie like this.
“You know, the bar was always my shelter,” Shellie says with a bitter laugh. “He usually never beat me when other people than his friends were around. I thought it would stay this way.”
“He’s at your place?” Nancy asks.
Shellie just nods.
The stripper frowns. Sure, she and Shellie had never been that close, but …
“Know what? You’ll crash on my couch today.”
Shellie looks up, eyes wide with surprise. “No, it’s okay, I-“
“Stow it and get your ass up.” Nancy’s smile doesn’t fit the harsh words, but Shellie laughs anyway.
“Thank you,” she breathes and really means it.