"Good, that's the point. No one else on the rig knows it besides my brother. Like to keep it that way, y'know?"
As soon as she says fireworks, 'Drew' sits up, barely awake, to let the young girl take his hand and pull him towards the ladder. She starts climbing down, hopping off three rungs from the floor and landing with a loud thud whilst he's still at the top.
The second his feet touch the ground, she grabs his hand again and drags him out of the door to a half-laughing, half-startled yelp of, "Tasha!"
They don't stop to put on shoes or slippers or even socks. The twins run outside, bare feet on concrete, pajamas too thin for the cold and too small for kids growing as quickly as they are, making it out just in time for another whistle and pop to break the air.
The real South shifts on the spot as they're dragged along with them. "Probably some holiday. It's kinda hard to place this, I used to uh. Used to drag him out of bed for fireworks whenever they happened. We were pretty fuckin' poor and fireworks were a free show, so..."
She shrugs, dismissively, as if it's not important enough not to elaborate on, but it had been a little tradition, of sorts, until she decided she'd grown too old for such 'childish' things.
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"Good, that's the point. No one else on the rig knows it besides my brother. Like to keep it that way, y'know?"
As soon as she says fireworks, 'Drew' sits up, barely awake, to let the young girl take his hand and pull him towards the ladder. She starts climbing down, hopping off three rungs from the floor and landing with a loud thud whilst he's still at the top.
The second his feet touch the ground, she grabs his hand again and drags him out of the door to a half-laughing, half-startled yelp of, "Tasha!"
They don't stop to put on shoes or slippers or even socks. The twins run outside, bare feet on concrete, pajamas too thin for the cold and too small for kids growing as quickly as they are, making it out just in time for another whistle and pop to break the air.
The real South shifts on the spot as they're dragged along with them. "Probably some holiday. It's kinda hard to place this, I used to uh. Used to drag him out of bed for fireworks whenever they happened. We were pretty fuckin' poor and fireworks were a free show, so..."
She shrugs, dismissively, as if it's not important enough not to elaborate on, but it had been a little tradition, of sorts, until she decided she'd grown too old for such 'childish' things.