[The sound of their wet shoes has her giggling the entire run back to the bike. She does limp and stumble a little, but it's hardly paid any attention to. What she does pay full attention to, however, is the fact that Eddie Munson was a nice boy. He had tried helping her. And she has no idea what's happened to him, and she's about to burn his house down.
She whispers an apology to him as she has Johnnie help her prepare a bottle for the throwing. It's sweet that he's letting her have the first throw, that he trusts her to be able to do it without messing things up.
Her smile turns into a wild grin by the time they finally get the scarf in place. She waits until he's got a few more prepped before she fiddles with the lighter and gets her bottle lit. It doesn't start out burning strong, so she holds it away from her face and watches closely as things start going.
Maybe she holds onto it a little too long, because she panics as it starts to get too hot and she hurls it toward the trailer with a gasp. It manages to make it through the front door, but just barely. They've really got to work on her throwing arm.
The second it hits the ground though, she steps back until she's safely pressed up against him. Guilt instantly fills her, but it leaves just as quickly as it comes on.]
Do we need to throw another?
[She's already going to grab one of the bottles he's prepped.]
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She whispers an apology to him as she has Johnnie help her prepare a bottle for the throwing. It's sweet that he's letting her have the first throw, that he trusts her to be able to do it without messing things up.
Her smile turns into a wild grin by the time they finally get the scarf in place. She waits until he's got a few more prepped before she fiddles with the lighter and gets her bottle lit. It doesn't start out burning strong, so she holds it away from her face and watches closely as things start going.
Maybe she holds onto it a little too long, because she panics as it starts to get too hot and she hurls it toward the trailer with a gasp. It manages to make it through the front door, but just barely. They've really got to work on her throwing arm.
The second it hits the ground though, she steps back until she's safely pressed up against him. Guilt instantly fills her, but it leaves just as quickly as it comes on.]
Do we need to throw another?
[She's already going to grab one of the bottles he's prepped.]