Morrow makes her way back down to her hovel, even though she had slid down the gutters from the rooftops she narrowly misses falling to her death when her foot slipped. "Damn rain why do you have to come around the same time every day?" She curses at the sky as she regains her balance. She finally slides down into an alley behind the bar. She then grabs her cloak and throws it over her shoulders to try and keep herself from further melting in the fine mist. Morrow thinks back to the botched job, this was not going to end well with Andrea. 

Morrow walks down the muddy street towards the dingy clothing shop she called home. 

At least the assassin's guild had some sort of front and cover up to make some passive income working with fucking morons has it perks sometimes at least I could make new clothes when I need them.  She thought to herself. 

Morrow opens the door and looks at the clerk, he was on the larger side had a long red beard that was always neatly groomed into a braid. "Ah good morning, Morrow, have you come in for your usual?" he always had kind eyes and today he was a sight for sore eyes, he always resembled a father figure to the guild.

"No not particularly Jack, I'm looking for the red dress that you made me a week ago." She stomps her boots off on the rug to remove any more of the dirt left on them. " Ah I have it ready, if you follow me for a fitting, I will have our seamstress take care of you." He holds open the purple drapery that covered the doorway behind the desk, that was the for code to go on in.

She walks past the desk and into the back room, then slides a large shelf out of the way and down into an even bigger room that used to be an old and large wine cellar bustling with a small group of people meandering about. A tall slender girl turns towards Morrow. 

"Hey girlie your back!" she walks over to Morrow with open arms then drapes her arm over her shoulders. 

"Hey Andrea." Morrow says flatly. Andrea leans in close, "So did you uh... well you did you ixnay the incepray?" She whispers in a low tone. Morrow drops Andrea's arm off her shoulder, takes her boots off, then walks over to her makeshift room. Andrea follows closely behind her preparing herself to hear the juicy details.  "No, I got close though, there were guards on my tail... fucking idiots they were... and I unfortunately did have to fight him while he was naked. " Andreas eyes get wide, and her jaw drops "Well did you cut his dick off?" she says almost loud enough that everyone could have heard her.  Morrow shushes her and covers Andrea's mouth. "Shut-up!" Morrow whisper yells. She glances over her shoulder to see if anyone had heard Andrea, luckily nobody cared. 

Andrea calms down understanding, "Well then, give me the juice!" whisper yells back at Morrow.  Andrea gave her a pouty face; she couldn't believe that this woman was almost 7 years older than her and still acted child-like. 

Morrow sighs, " Fine, I will tell you everything that happened, okay? But there is no juice really, no dick cutting offing, none of that nonsense okay." Morrow closes the door to her cubby and sits in her chair. Andrea flops down on her bed disheveling the blankets that were neatly tucked away. Morrow begins telling the details about how she tried to ambush him while he was taking a bath and how he was still able to fight her off.  

"So, what did he look like? Was he hot? did he have abs? I mean, I've seen the prince in parades and only fully clothed."  Andrea says while picking at her nails with a small knife. Morrow clasps her hands together and purses her lips, trying to hide that she was starting to turn red, of course Andrea would only ask the personal questions she didn't want to talk about the prince and his body but also had to give Andrea as little details as possible otherwise she would gab on forever about it. " He had abs, no scars, tall and toned. " 

Andrea rolls over on the bed and throws the knife into the ceiling, "Dang, girl he is hot! But you got to kill his ass, not ride it."   

Morrow lunges to cover Andrea's mouth again, "Stop talking! You are so loud!" Andrea had two voice options: loud and off there was no in between with her. Even her whispers were pretty loud. Morrow sometimes wondered how she made it this far in the assassin's guild.  Andrea shoves off Morrow, " What. the hell Morrow why are you SOOO embarrassed about this? He's hot so what?" Andrea shrugs her shoulders while her blonde pigtail braids fall down on each side.  Morrow grumbles in exasperation wishing Andrea would just shut up. 

"Look, we've all had our fair share of gushing glories. Don't worry about it. One small crush on a target isn't the end of the world," Andrea put her feet up on the wall. "This one time, I had a target, and he was SUPER hot. Rugged type, the 'grimes-up-good' type, you get what I'm saying. I mean he was HUGE, at least six-foot-four, dark hair, manly beard-"

Morrow sighed, "Shit, will you just get to the point already?" She rolled her eyes and rested her head in her hand on her tiny desk. 

"Yeah, okay so, I can't remember his name, they all blend together after a while, you know? So anyway, I get into his horse stable, waiting for him to come around to put the animals up. So I'm waiting up in the hay loft when he comes in.," Andrea had rolled over onto her stomach and starts kicking her feet around in the air. 

Morrow was fighting the urge to allow her eyes to glaze over in irritation because Andrea was on another one of her story time rants again either this could be something that ends in three seconds, or it could take hours there was no continuity with this one. Yet she was one of the best assassins here. Morrow guessed two things a long time ago: either everyone is extremely incompetent or extremely lucky. 

Andrea continued talking in a constant stream of consciousness. "So, he's got his lantern and he's going to each stall checking to make sure the horses are all locked in for the night, right? Well, he goes into a stall, disappears, and I don't see him for a few minutes. But I suddenly started hearing him breathing really heavy. I couldn't imagine what he was doing. Maybe he was fixing something, I don't know. So, curiosity finally gets the better of me, so I hop down to go take a peek, and he had his dick in the horse."

Morrow snapped to attention, her voice at a pitch to break glass, "HE WHAT?!"

Andrea was starting to laugh to the point she had trouble talking, and tears began to spill from her eyes. "I was- I was- I was-" she attempted to get out. She inhaled and finally got it out. "When I saw it, I screamed, which startled the horse who kicked him in the head.  AND then he flew back hitting the back of the stall, boom, instant death. The horse did my job for me, and I got the credit!"

Morrow couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of this, Andrea never told her this happened, " So, what's the moral of the story?" 

Andrea looks straight at Morrow, "You're probably killing a wierdo anyway, even if he is hot, don't sweat it." 

Morrow gets up and punches Andrea in the shoulder, " Aye, get out of my room!" Andrea flips off the bed and smacks Morrow with her pillow then tosses it onto the floor next to her measly pile of clothes haphazardly shoved into the corner. "Well, it's chicken day I'm going. " 

Morrow jumped up off her chair instantly excited she loved chicken day. " Your ass better save me crispy chicken skin!" she yells after Andrea after she slammed the door open and chases after her. After today, she needed that crispy chicken skin.