Waverly Earp angrily scrubbed the counter of Shorty’s bar, desperate to work away the pinpricks of heat lurking in her eyes. It was so frustrating. She was fine a minute ago. Just another day at work, the same lunch rush, the same familiar faces… It was fine.
Same old, same old.
She scrubbed harder, thinking of her stupid sister Wynonna and stupid Deputy Marshall Dolls off in the woods doing God Knows What with some stupid Revenants (without Waverly). They’d been gone since yesterday with barely more than a “don’t wait up” and a spin of Peacemaker.
Just another Tuesday in Purgatory.
Except it wasn’t another stupid Tuesday in stupid Purgatory.
It was just another disappointing Tuesday in Purgatory. Because why wouldn’t it be?