4/20 Short


                                            >You are Tracey Cage

                                            >Walking down the halls of Hydra Canterlot HQ, you feel thrilled

                                            >Today is an important day

                                            >You've worn your shiny Hydra uniform just for this

                                            >Apperantly you are being assigned to a new SO

                                            >Gotta make a good impression

                                            >Your last one got shot one too many times, so they decided to reassign all members of your team

                                            >You did asked them if you could be the new SO of your team, but your only answer was an incredulous look

                                            >Whatever

                                            >You didn't like your old team anyway

                                            ~You cannot just jump on people Tracey~

                                            ~Stop stabbing the dead guy we gotta go Tracey~

                                            ~No, you can't bring the head with you Tracey~

                                            >A boring bunch really

                                            >You were hoping to teach them how to have fun on a mission

                                            >Still, maybe your new SO wouldn't be such a bore

                                            >You arrive at the room where you are supposed to meet the SO

                                            >It looks like an interrogation room with two chairs and a small table in the middle

                                            >It seems the other party didn't arrive yet so you take a seat

                                            >Not even a minute passes before you hear the door open

                                            >You quickly stand and raise your right hand

                                            "Hail Hydra!"

                                            >In comes a woman who's a little shorter than you

                                            >You would consider yourself tall for a woman so she's not short by any means

                                            >She has light blonde hair along with ice blue eyes and like you, she wears a Hydra uniform

                                            >"Hail Hydra. At ease." She walks toward the unoccupied chair

                                            >Putting the dossier she's holding on the table, she sits down and gestures you to do the same

                                            >"Tracey Cage, right?" You nod

                                            "Yes, ma'am." She looks at you with inquiring eyes and reaches for the dossier and flips some pages

                                            >"Here it says you are unstable, sadistic and generally disruptive in many missions." She closes the dossier and pushes it aside to lean on the table

                                            >While it is true that you are assigned to her, she can refuse you

                                            >Which she seems to be thinking about right now

                                            >It's not the end of the world but if too many people refuse to be your SO, you might be taken off the field and put behind a desk

                                            >A nightmare

                                            >"I am inclined to be lenient with your oddities. However I want one thing from you and this is non-negotiable."

                                            >Her eyes are fixed, looking into yours

                                            >...

                                            >Makes you wanna stab her, but you do like the color of her eyes

                                            >"You will never disobey me." She finishes. "Can you do that?"

                                            >Thinking just for a moment, you decide that this woman sounds way better than your old SO already

                                            "Yeah, of course!" You say enthusiastically. "You seem like a great boss!" She narrows her eyes, "...ma'am."

                                            >She gives you a smile. "It's okay, call me Aryanne, Aryanne Degurechaff." You shake the hand she offers

                                            "How about Anne? Can I call you Anne?" She shrugs

                                            >"I don't see why not." She gets up from her chair so you also do so. "Lets get out of here, we'll be late for celebrations."

                                            "Celebrations?" She gives you a surprised look

                                            >"It's Führer's birthday, don't you know?" She says as she opens the door and holds it for you

                                            >Once you are both outside she looks around to make sure no one's around and whispers. "We got some booze inside. There is a party in the bomb shelter tonight."

                                            "Does this happen often?" You heard nothing about any parties before

                                            >"Yeah, like a few times every year." She talks as you make your way downstairs. "Christmas, easter, halloween... I heard that some celebrate Valentines Day too but you need a valentine for that."

                                            >You can hear a little resentment there, not as much as yours though

                                            >No one on your team told you anything about parties! If you see those sonzabitches at the party-

                                            >"Why did you get all mad now?" Aryanne put a hand on your shoulder. "Don't start a fight in there."

                                            >Normally you'd slap that hand and carve some faces in the shelter

                                            >You still might do the latter if you drink enough

                                            >But her hand somehow quenches your temper

                                            "Yeah, yeah. I'll be good." You sigh

                                            >"Good, now come on!" She quickens the pace


                                            >A couple hours after the party started, you are sitting on an empty liquor crate, leaning to the wall behind

                                            >You didn't drink too much, just enough to make you tipsy

                                            >Aryanne on the other hand...

                                            >Let's just say she likes dancing a lot, but she's terrible at it

                                            >There isn't even any music so higher ups don't hear the noise

                                            >Drill sergents are here too

                                            >You'd imagine everyone would notice this thing went down in the morning if they weren't involved

                                            >You did see your old teammates and gave them a finger to the throat along with a death stare

                                            >You are pretty sure one of them immediately left the party

                                            >"C'mon Trayssie, danhs wid me!" Aryanne thugs on your arm for the hundredth time

                                            >You catch her just as she's about to fall on her ass

                                            "Alright, dancing stops now, just sit here for a minute." You pull her down and place her butt on the crate, just next to you

                                            >"Booo, yourre no fun!" She speaks, trying to get up but failing

                                            >You leave her to her antics and pop open another bottle

                                            >Before you get to the half of it though, you feel a weight on your shoulder

                                            >You turn your head and see a sleeping Aryanne with her head on your shoulder

                                            >Leaving your bottle on the ground, you shake her a little but she doesn't seem like she'll be waking up

                                            >You smile

                                            "I guess that's all for the party." You stand up and pick Aryanne up in your arms. "I'm the designated driver, huh?"

                                            >You shift her weight a little and start walking towards the shelter doors and from there to the wards

                                            >You don't mind carrying her to her bed, even though you just met her today

                                            >Plus, she looks cute when she's asleep

                                            >On the way however, you notice a problem

                                            >You don't know where Aryanne sleeps and you cannot ask her

                                            >What to do? What to do?

                                            >There is not much to do really

                                            >She'll be sleeping in your bed

                                            >Along with you

                                            >It's going to be uncomfortable but you can't just leave her

                                            >With a sigh you take the route to your room

                                            >Placing her on the ground for a second, you adjust the covers so you can put them over her

                                            >Then you lay beside her and pull the covers

                                            >You should take off the uniform but you really dont feel like it, so you don't

                                            >As you close your eyes, you feel Aryanne's arm and leg wrapping around your body

                                            >Once again, instead of slapping them away, you just let it be

                                            >It's actually warm and comfy

                                            >You are glad your SO died or you wouldn't be this... happy?

                                            >A small smile creeps on your face as your mind drifts off to soft and gentle darkness