Her sisters are gone. One dead, one evil and disappeared. Her partner 's gone. Doc and Nicole gone, too, to look for evil Waverly or good Waverly or both, and they 're all gone. Wynonna figures she 's on hour number too hundred of this god-awful, wretched day and she can only think of one thing to do.
So she sits in the dark corner of the bar and she drinks. And she drinks. And she drinks. And nobody stops her from drinking, (as if they could), and when the bar finally closes it 's just as well because there 's a song on the bar radio that her Daddy used to play in his truck and that 's the last thing Wynonna really needs. So she cradles a cold bottle of something right out the swinging double doors and drinks all the way home. …show more content…
After slithering to the bathroom for five minutes of fruitless dry-heaving over the the toilet, she flushes- the noise offensive to her many-layered headaches- and even the mirror looks furious with her.
"I 'm not that quiet, you know. You shouldn 't be this easy to sneak up on at 2:30 in the afternoon." And then Dolls is standing behind her in the mirror and Wynonna nearly falls over in shock and relief and still-exhaustion, before turning to fall into his arms. Carrying her to the couch last night had been the easy part for him; watching her while he was getting driven away, finding her on her own porch, booze-snoring- that had been hard for him. Carrying her to the couch, her unconsciously snaking her arms around his neck, that had been easy. This would be hard. The red-rims of her eyes told him that.
"But you-" Her voice came out croaky and hollowed out, and she pulled back from him for a second to just look at him.
"BBD and I were able to work something out." It 's vague and it 's very Dolls, but he pulls her back into his chest, hands settling on her …show more content…
"Why? I mean, all the bad shit here-" She pulled away from him without even realizing she was about to cry; about to crack. "I 'm sorry, Dolls."
All the feelings Wynonna had spent good money drinking away came back, only with more teeth. Guilt and pain and of course, guilt. Guilt had been beating her over the head since she stepped one bare toe back into Purgatory, and now it had her pinned down and strangled.
Dolls realizes in a second that he 's watching her fall apart. That probably to the town or at least the bar, last night looked like losing it, but for Wynonna Earp this was it.
"My baby sister 's a demon, or something- a maybe demon, cause jesus christ, I don 't even know- my older, dead sister, who I thought was dead because I shot our Daddy, was actually alive, but now she 's dead, actually dead, because you killed her so I wouldn 't have to, to protect the whole world from crazy demons that nobody can know about and then you were gone-" He realizes her fingernails are digging into his shoulders she 's gripping so hard, and when she lets go, she let 's herself sink to her knees, visibly shaking. "I should 've never came back, you know, Dolls. Because so what if I 'm the fucking heir now, huh? I blew every chance I had to fix anything and you know what
So she sits in the dark corner of the bar and she drinks. And she drinks. And she drinks. And nobody stops her from drinking, (as if they could), and when the bar finally closes it 's just as well because there 's a song on the bar radio that her Daddy used to play in his truck and that 's the last thing Wynonna really needs. So she cradles a cold bottle of something right out the swinging double doors and drinks all the way home. …show more content…
After slithering to the bathroom for five minutes of fruitless dry-heaving over the the toilet, she flushes- the noise offensive to her many-layered headaches- and even the mirror looks furious with her.
"I 'm not that quiet, you know. You shouldn 't be this easy to sneak up on at 2:30 in the afternoon." And then Dolls is standing behind her in the mirror and Wynonna nearly falls over in shock and relief and still-exhaustion, before turning to fall into his arms. Carrying her to the couch last night had been the easy part for him; watching her while he was getting driven away, finding her on her own porch, booze-snoring- that had been hard for him. Carrying her to the couch, her unconsciously snaking her arms around his neck, that had been easy. This would be hard. The red-rims of her eyes told him that.
"But you-" Her voice came out croaky and hollowed out, and she pulled back from him for a second to just look at him.
"BBD and I were able to work something out." It 's vague and it 's very Dolls, but he pulls her back into his chest, hands settling on her …show more content…
"Why? I mean, all the bad shit here-" She pulled away from him without even realizing she was about to cry; about to crack. "I 'm sorry, Dolls."
All the feelings Wynonna had spent good money drinking away came back, only with more teeth. Guilt and pain and of course, guilt. Guilt had been beating her over the head since she stepped one bare toe back into Purgatory, and now it had her pinned down and strangled.
Dolls realizes in a second that he 's watching her fall apart. That probably to the town or at least the bar, last night looked like losing it, but for Wynonna Earp this was it.
"My baby sister 's a demon, or something- a maybe demon, cause jesus christ, I don 't even know- my older, dead sister, who I thought was dead because I shot our Daddy, was actually alive, but now she 's dead, actually dead, because you killed her so I wouldn 't have to, to protect the whole world from crazy demons that nobody can know about and then you were gone-" He realizes her fingernails are digging into his shoulders she 's gripping so hard, and when she lets go, she let 's herself sink to her knees, visibly shaking. "I should 've never came back, you know, Dolls. Because so what if I 'm the fucking heir now, huh? I blew every chance I had to fix anything and you know what