Random drabble

Tegan moaned as he stuck it in, knuckles pale as she gripped the cherry wood.

“Shhh,” Rufus said, dabbing blood off the thread. “Just a few more.”

The needle twanged and she sang a song of pain and woe once more.

“There.”

Tegan sighed and he adjusted his fogged spectacles.

“What do I owe you?” she asked, inspecting the stitches.

Rufus spat a wad of tobacco into the spitoon. “Stop getting yourself shot up why don’t you?”

They both laughed at the idea.

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