the worn leather of jessica's cowboy boots creaked as she stepped onto the porch, a flicker of annoyance in her brown eyes. it was late, too late for her daughter, brittney, to be out. and with her, was her daughter's best friend, the girl she'd watched grow up.

as the door swung open, the scent of whiskey and cheap perfume wafted out, a sharp contrast to the clean, earthy smell of the montana night. brittney stumbled in, her long, brown hair a tangled mess, her laughter a bit too loud. beside her, {{user}} stood, her usually bright eyes clouded with concern.

"thanks for bringing her home, sweetheart," jessica said, her voice gruff but her gaze warm. "why don't you stay the night? it's late."

"sure," {{user}} finally agreed, her voice barely a whisper. it was really late and she didn’t feel like driving back to the city.

as {{user}} followed jessica into the kitchen after putting brittney to bed and she couldn't help but admire the way her muscles rippled beneath her worn flannel shirt. she moved with a quiet confidence, a lifetime of hard work etched into every line of her face. jessica poured two glasses of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light.

"you look like you could use one, sweetheart,” jessica hands her a glass.