Don't say anything.

“On second thought, perhaps I confused you with someone else.” You exhale and place your hands on your hips.

"Tread lightly, Contractor. Just because you were hired by one of our own, it doesn't give you the right to point your fingers at just anyone. You might get in trouble for such foolish comments." Sasha steps closer, her voice hinting of an accent.

"Excuse me? Was that a threat?" You step forward too, your brows furrowing.

She seems to open her mouth to say something, but someone unlocks the door - McKinley! When he first steps in, his eyes land on you, but as soon as he spots Sasha, he exclaims and charges at her, wrapping his arms around her as she does the exact same, shouting his name too.

You stand awkwardly in the same room, smiling and totally unsure what to do. You shift legs and nod. “Uh, congratulations...You guys…?”

Knowing what Sasha was getting railed by two random dudes no more than 30 minutes ago before this reunion with McKinley was kinda disgusting, but hearing those her two “friends” talk about her made you realize there’s more wrong with her than meets the eye, no need to do anything stupid here. If you were going to try to **** her, it might be wise to learn more about her so you can gauge your target a bit better…?

Sasha looks at you and narrows her eyes. She’s definitely going to find out more about you eventually. Perhaps you can wise that to your advantage though if so desired. McKinley and Sasha kiss and talk to each other for a few minutes longer before taking you into account.

McKinley cocks his head at you as her gestures lightly on your direction. “Have you already met?”

“Just,” you say. “She was...a little preoccupied doing someone— something else. When I first arrived.”

“First arrived?” McKinley asked. “Didn’t you—“

“I checked my room first,” a quick, easy lie leaves your lips. “I just now got here.”

“Yes,” Sasha tags in. “I was cleaning around. Even when you’re not here to keep things tidy and organized, I tend the living space.”

A few comments split in your head, but you don’t dare say any of them. Sasha invites you to stay for a few drinks. It’d be both rude and suspicious if you declined the offer, especially with company you are familiar with also just now arriving. You agree and stay, finishing off the last bottle of wine over a light subject and a touchy story over what happened with his caravan. It seems that Sasha is genuinely upset when she hears about his narrow escape, which surprises you. She doesn’t even finish her drink. Even as he introduced your first entry.

“Good God, I had no idea I was that close to losing you,” Sasha leans into her chair and stares blankly at the counter. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You want to roll your eyes, but her acting is damn near perfect. It’s so good, you actually believe her.

“You need to stop going to tasks without—“ she looks at you and glares. “You need to leave.”

“Of course,” you stand up and head towards the door. Just as the door shuts, you can hear the soft, muffled noises of their conversation. “That’s one crazy chick…”

...

You find your door and unlock it. When you step in, you’re surprised to find a dark room. The only light that is capable of lighting the room is blocked by the curtains. Your fingers trace and trail the wall, attempting to find the switches for the lights. When you fail, you decide to step towards the windows to pull apart the curtains.

SSSCHKK!

Deadwood wasn’t affected by the bombs. The new buildings you saw when you came in were ignited by lamps. The street below was all lit up by dim street lights. The hue of the town started to bleed and form objects in your new room. A TV that more than likely didn’t work. A queen sized bed, a desk, two chairs, and a table that had a dated brochure of one of the old buildings that used to be here.

You picked it up and opened it. It felt fragile, and felt like it was about to rip upon opening. Your eyes started to dance on the page, just to find it was far from being bright enough to read of the faded text. Eventually, you grew tired of trying and looked up. The building across from yours is brighter than the others, and fairly good sized. The building across from yours looked to be about the same as the one on the brochure.

Your eyes squint as they dart back down. “A museum?”

Further inspection of the building, you found there to be a lot more foot traffic down there too. Must be the best museum ever for that many people. You step back and fall into the bed - the stale, somewhat clean scent of the room floods your sense of smell. Your thoughts drift off. You were tired. For some reason seeing McKinley companions in their holding cells upset you. It wasn't the worst thing you've seen, but it was up there with being one of them. You crawled into the sheets and buried your face into the pillow.

People that treat others like that shouldn't get away with it. They're animals that deserve to be put down. You snicker slightly, flipping to your back. You've tortured, maimed, and purposely tricked before, you're no better. You exhale, staring at the ceiling. I'll get mine one day too, I suppose.

Rather quickly, after realizing the conclusion of your thoughts, you close your eyes and drift off.