"Whatcha wan' fer it?" Missy peered down at the dwarven man who held the paperwork for the building behind her. It was tall and red with ornate brickwork that seemed to have been done with some skill. Though, because it was in the WestEnd (behind the 'curtain' as Missy had been told), it was starting to deteriorate. Since the rash of murders and robberies, the place was getting less and less popular with regular citizens and it was easy to find a place to stay.

"Two hundred silver a month, Miss, and you must tend to the gardens, if you please. I also would like to see some identification if you have. So many of these places house criminals, and I would hate to be one of those landlords, Ma'am." He was stout and with a long beard. Though, he had strength and conviction behind his easy going facade. Missy knew better than to mess with a dwarf. She'd read, she'd seen, she'd heard.

"Of course. Considah it done." Her slender hand extended from her side and was offered up to the more bulky hand of the dwarf. He just looked at her and shook his head before dropping a pair of keys into the long fingers. "Thanks," Missy replied. The man, who was one of little words just nodded at her and turned his back, her fake information clutched in his right hand.

Missy couldn't help but beam as he walked away. She'd done it. She'd made them a home. It was the first place they had stayed in that wasn't stolen, lent, or outdoors in the six years since they'd left home. It was the closest she was ever allowed to making roots, as long as Jack didn't blow his lid...

Tucking the keys in her jean pocket, she looked up at the tall building and then slowly turned to see the water-- right there-- only about three or four hundred feet away. Two children went running buy, laughing and playing together and it made Missy sigh a little, though, to think of what it meant. A shake of her head and she started down the path and back towards the inn.

Missy'd bought a bed, it was a canopy one like she used to have. Though she didn't say anything about that. And she found a couch, too; it was dirty and a bit mildewy, though the whole apartment was, really. Missy was hanging some curtains, an activity that seemed really really unMissylike. She was hummiing some country tune or another-- probably Loretta Lynn, actually, a long time guilty pleasure. Leaning up on her tippy toes, the place where a tramp stamp would be, if she had one, showing under her tank top, she tried to hang the rod.

"Aw, damnit!" The thing fell again and clattered to the floor. "These damn things hate me!" She was yelling more at the curtain rods than at JC, whom she wasn't' sure where he was. The sun was just setting and the room was filled up with orange light.

"Ya gotta be so damn loud'?" JC moved out of the bedroom nearly silently. Sure he felt a little better after being told the area was supposed to be safe, but that didn't mean he was comfortable enough to be making too much noise.

"The fuckin' thing won' stay up!" She huffed a bit and turned to look at him. Her hair was pulled up, and there was a bit of dirt smudged on one of her cheeks. She smiled at him nonetheless. "An' yer worryin' again, aren'cha? There's no one even lookin' fer us here, JC. We're fine." It was odd of her to be so callous about the whole thing, but she had gotten really comfortable in the new place almost freakishly fast. Partially her desire for it to be home, and partially her blatant hubris about the new situation.

"Ya gotta be doin' i' righ', baby." Missy's smile disarmed him completely if only for the moment. It was strange and he wasn't expecting it. JC stepped over to her and held his cigarette between his lips as he picked up the falled curtain. "An' ya don' know tha'. They was eyein' ya pretty goo' at tha' bar."

"We're fah from there, JC. No one's followin' us aroun' not yet." Missy stepped aside to let him handle the curtain rod. "We gottah be calmer, here. If they wan' ta bother us fer that kinda petty theft, we'll get away with the other stuff. Plus, I thin' I could take him." Her smile turned into a smirk as she thought about it. She was itching for a fight, that's how she ended up beating him with the chair that night.

JC latched the one end of the rod and pushed on it's fastener firmly. Carefully sliding his hands down to the other end and keeping an eye on it. "Ya wouldn' hafta take'im an' ya know i'." Again latching this end of the rod and making sure everything was as tight as it could be. He moved a step back next to her and watched the thing. "Li' tha'?"

"Ya did it!" She smiled and looked at the curtain rod like it was a piece of glorious art. With a happy sigh, she turned her head back his way. "An' ya know I wouldn' do that unless I had to. Rather use my fists." The last part added a bit softer. "Can' go around this place flaunting. I have a feelin' we're not invincible here."

CRASH! And the curtain hit the floor again. At least they got to catch a nice view of the sun over the river. It reminded him of the easier times of keeping Missy out past her curfew just to keep talking about their future. Gotta love how things never turn out how you expect them to.

" Ah hat' tha' damn thin'." Unmoving from Missy's side though, he just took a long drag from his cigarette.

"Well, jus' no fuckin' in the livin' room." Was her reply. Had she known what he was thinking about she would have been less crass, but she had closed up shop for the day, not wanting to be bothered by the thoughts of the people downstairs, or even JC as he worried and snuck around their own house. That got him to laugh though, still mesmerized by that setting sun.

"Ah jus' fuck'd ya on tha' balcony some days ago." Smoke allowed to drift from his lungs as he spoke, the last of it blown at the window. "They throw any partys here?"

"Dunno." She shrugged and turned to look at him for a moment. "Ya really like it here. I can see it in yer face." Maybe it was the memories he was stuck on that she saw, but she didn't poke around to check. Missy did avoid that with JC, his privacy was something she was careful in interfering with too much. "Are ya happy, JC?" It was out of nowhere, but it was sincere.

"Ah don' know, Missy." He couldn't verbally admit to anything even if he was warming up to the place. If he did it'd give her all the more leverage if they ever argued about leaving again. " We go' any foo' ye'?" Missy's face fell a little at his answer but she didn't look depressed. Not yet.

"Nah yet. I didn' get to go shoppin'" Though that was usually his job, he was better in the kitchen than she was, and she liked watching him. His concentration easier was relaxing. It seemed like the only time he wasn't thinking about a million things at once.

"Ah feel li' gettin' ya wasted a' a party." JC snuck her a grin and stepped around in front of her, his finger hooking around her belt loop. "Miss seein' ya make all them boys beg fer somethin' they ain' gonna ge'."

"How ya know wha' they gunna get?" Her brows raised as she smirked at him, stepping into his personal space to that her hips rested against him. She tilted her head up to look at him, he wasn't that much taller than she was, but enough. "I always heard I was a bad girl." She batted her eyes a few times in demonstration.

"Hearin' ain' believin' though. Yer a daddy's girl. Even ah know tha' much." JC swept in with a sudden kiss. He wasn't ready to see the sun set like this, so he was all for distracting himself from it. "An' 'sides. Ah seen ya tease 'nuff ta know ya ain' givin' anythin' ta anyone bu' me."

"Got me." Said softly into his lips when the kiss was over. Missy sighed happily, enjoying being in his arms. "I'm all yers, JC, yer stuck with me." She smiled a little as she kissed him back, then. To her it was romantic to be standing before the window together in their new home with the sun setting all around.

"Le's go ta be' baby. We'll ea' in tha mornin', yeah?" He'd take a step forward and force her a step back, his other arm slung around her waist to keep her upright. "Ah'll cook us up somethin' li' at home."

"Yeah?" Her voice was soft against him as she took a half step, but just found herself closer. "An' ya can sing in the kitchen, an' I'll watch?" She was smiling, her eyes closing to picture the thought. "I'm happy, JC, I thin'. I don' remember if this is what..." And she trailed off, unable to admit that she really wasn't sure what being happy felt like anymore.

"I' ain' tha'. But it' better than most." JC assumed she meant what they saw their lives being like. That's what was on his mind at least. He planted light kisses at various spots over her lips, cheeks and neck while leading her to the bedroom. Already he was working to get her clothes off. "Love ya, babe.."

Missy tried not to cry. She rarely did anymore, anyway. There was very little left in her, even. But she clung to him as they moved through the apartment and to the bedroom. Her hands ran down his arms and rested on his hips, squeezing into the delicate place just above the hip bone. When she got a chance, she turned her head slightly to nip on his earlobe. "Love ya, too." It was just over a whisper, breathed into his ear.