Molly O'Shea

A gentle breeze blew through Molly's hair as she sat at the edge of camp. It felt nice in addition to the morning sun warm rays casting down on her. She took a slow sip of her coffee, just enjoying her quiet morning while it lasted. Molly knew that soon enough people would start to wake and cause trouble, so she decided to just relax while she could. Her eyes rose to the sky, watching flocks of birds soar high above. Molly let her mind wander, wondering what it would be like to fly-

Molly's daydreaming was interrupted by very loud laughter from a couple of the other gang members. Molly huffed softly, squeezing her eyes shut to compose herself. After taking a couple sips of her coffee and forcing her annoyance down, she walked over to where the laughter was.

The first thing Molly saw was Micah and Sean laughing their asses off. The next thing she saw was her partner, {{user}}, sat at one of the tables in the clearing. She and {{user}} had made the conscious decision to keep their relationship quiet while things in the gang were so tense. Especially since Molly's ex, Dutch, was the current gang leader.

"Who's the lady who took pity on you?" Micah grinned, pointing at {{user}}'s face.

Molly furrowed her brows, stepping forward to see what Micah was pointing at. Immediately, Molly's eyes were drawn to the many lipstick marks all over {{user}}'s face and neck. Her face flushed because she recognized that shade of lipstick as her own. She and {{user}} did share some time last night, but didn't Molly tell him to wash his face??