Knock Knock Knockin' Out Part 2
Root wakes with a groan her hands automatically moving to grab at her head “Ow, what the fuck?” she peers around and Shaw is in some weird ass cat like position mostly on the on her but her head also on the pillow.
Shaw’s snoring slightly and there’s a slobber of drool oozing from the side of her mouth onto the pillow.
“Sameen” Root calls out to her, but Shaw’s sleeping like a dead woman. Root tries again this time nudging her and the shorter woman continues o n in her slumber like its nobody’s business.
Root confused, tired and a bit agitated jabs her finger into Shaw’s throat, hard. Shaw chokes as her eyes shoot open and before she registers whats shes doing grabs Root’s wrists and turns it at a painful angle.
Exhausted and pissed off Shaw growls “What the fuck, Root?”
“You know I was asking myself that same question Sam” Root pries her wrist from Shaw’s grip.
Shaw furrows her brows “What?”
“What the hell happened, Sameen? My head, neck and back hurts like I was hit by a truck”
Shaw pushes through her sleep fogged state to try and put a coherent sentence together, but she’s too tired “Root shhh and go sleep. You knocked the door in your fucking brain, idiot. Also bye bye, Porkie”
Root pauses “What?” she’s even more confused than before but Shaw’s already laying back down cozying into the covers.
She sighs and slaps Shaw, hard “A proper fucking sentence Sameen”
Enraged the shorter woman sits up again, more awake now from the punishing hit “Root got you knocked the fuck out! By yourself! And nearly damn well made us pork chops for dinner almost killing the goddamn pig”
Suddenly everything comes rushing back to her and she sits up quickly, a little too quickly, as she stumbles from the bed in frantic search of the pig “Oh my god, Sameen, did I kill Porker?!”
Shaw’s trailing behind her because Root looks very unstable or something, or maybe she’s the unstable one. Yeah probably her cause she doesn’t remember that statue in the corner being able to move before. And yes they have a statue in the house, don’t ask.
“What, no, Root”
Relieved the taller woman finds the pig unharmed “Hi Porkie!” she greets him.
The pig squeals as it runs straight for Root and she scoops him up in her arms kissing his head.
Shaw eyes widen “Ew Root, don’t kiss that thing, you don’t know what it could have. Where the hell did you get him anyway?”
“Mrs. Pierce”
“Who?”
“First floor, second on the right.”
Shaw stares at her blankly.
“Old lady with a marijuana plant right outside her front door, that no one pays attention to” Root clarifies.
“OH, but uh, what does she got to do with that pig?”
“He belongs to her, she says he’s her grandson” Root starts rocking the pig back and forth like its a child.
“Okay? Still doesn’t explain why you have it”
“She’s a Seven Day Adventist, Sam, and her bible study group decided to have their session at her place this week. You know how they feel about pork, she just doesn’t want anything to happen to him”
“How do you know she’s just not hiding him, so she can butcher him soon and have him with her eggs and coffee in a few weeks”
As if understanding what she’s saying, Porker screeches loudly until Root puts him down and gets him some more milk. “Sameen! Watch your mouth in front of Porker!”
“Whatever I’m tired, I’m going back to bed. Tell her to call me when she’s ready to eat that thing”
Root throws a pill bottle after Shaw as she retreats to the bedroom “That’s not going to happen”
From the bed Shaw shouts back “What would you know, you just knocked yourself out!”
Root sighs, she can’t believe this shit, Shaw is going to tease her for the rest of her life. She picks up Porker and goes to the couch to watch TV.
From the bedroom Shaw sends her a brutal video of a pig being slaughtered, she doesn't eat bacon for a month and Porker’s scarred for the rest of his life.