Sunday, June 3rd - Afternoon-ish

Savannah was angry. No, she was angry AND hungry, two deadly combinations. She had never been so humiliated in her life. Savannah didn't even care right now. Okay, scratch that it was because she cared that she was beyond the point of rational anger. Slamming the door to her car shut, she jammed the key into the ignition. Savannah hardly glanced behind her, backing out and propelling her car into motion. The whole drive over, all she kept thinking about was, how lucky the son of a bitch was that Adam wasn't here. That he'd live to keep his face intact for at least another few weeks. Savannah couldn't promise that Adam wouldn't be out for his blood, the moment he returned and learned about this.

Savannah never had any proof, but she suspected at least one of her exes had met with her brother's fist. It seemed awfully coincidental that the guy was sporting a shiner. Especially so soon after telling Adam about her broken heart. Adam denied knowing anything about it and her ex had suddenly gone mute. But, she had her suspicions and even though she let it go, it was always in the back of her mind. Adam was fiercely protective of her, it was both a blessing and a curse. Today however, it was just a painful reminder of his absence. Savannah missed her older brother the most she had, since he had left. She knew that at least one other person in Evergreen shared in her misery. Shane.

The drive was short and Savannah figured that she could of walked. But, there had been a small rush of adrenaline as the tires had screeched to a halt. Savannah had almost barreled through a stop sign in her rush to get to Shane's. Good thing there hadn't been any of Evergreen's cops out and about. Failure to stop would have definitely ended with a ticket. Savannah just didn't think she could keep her mouth in check, had she been stopped. As she pulled into driveway of the house her brother shared with his wife, she felt her anger cool (just a bit). Shane was good for her brother and her. The woman brought a sense of playfulness to her brother, she loved the man he was becoming under Shane's love and affection. Savannah believed that if Adam and Shane ever broke up, the world as she knew it would end. It just wasn't right, those two were made for one another and they should be together, forever.

She didn't even knock, entering the house and calling out to her sister in law. "SHANE? YOU HOME?" By the smell coming from the kitchen, she had just answered her own question. "I would just like to start off by saying it smells heavenly in here AND Sully Winchester's face needs to meet my fist, pronto!" Savannah walked into the kitchen, pushed herself up on the counter and popped a piece of food into her mouth. She made a fist with her hand and slammed it into the open palm of her right. Sully Winchester had it coming, really.

Shane was bored. She was a social creature by nature. Yes, she tended to be guarded and such, but she was essentially an extrovert. She needed human interaction. That was part of the hard part of being in the Army- it could be difficult to put down roots anywhere long enough to make friends and get know people well enough to, you know, turn up on their doorstep at random moments. (It didn't help that doing so often also required wearing clothes, which Shane was kind of fundamentally opposed to.) She wouldn't have traded her job for the world -she'd met Adam that way, after all- but there were sometimes when she wished that she and her husband were a bit more, well... normal.

As in, he didn't have to leave her for months at a time. She sighed softly, stirring the brownie batter she was working on. On the plus side, the neighbors were going to love her, because there was no way she could eat all the baked things she was making on her own. She'd take some over to Sav, maybe, and Sav's new man. Shane thought this whole 'Vow' thing sounded mighty fishy, but if it made Savannah happy, well... who was she to judge? Not everyone moved at a glacial pace with their relationships, waiting five years and kind of making their husband chase them to the ends of the earth before they get it through their thick heads that, hey, they belonged together. Mostly people said 'yes' on the first proposal.

Basically, most couples were not Shane and Adam.

Shane raised her eyebrows as Savannah came banging into her house. At this point, they were as close as sisters, so it wasn't... really that big of a deal. Sav was family, after all, and that was actually much less obnoxious than most of her family back in Barataria. Shane liked Savannah, actually. Sav was so much like Adam, with her loyalty and protectiveness, but she was feisty and ornery, like Shane. Where Shane and Adam were kind of total opposites, Sav and Shane were two peas in a pod, although the younger woman had Adam's temper, which Shane tended not to share, as evidenced by Savannah's declaration that Sully Winchester's face needed to meet with her fist. "Thank you," she said absently, looking mildly reproachful as Savannah perched herself on Shane's countertop. "Careful you're not sittin' in flour, Sav."

She got out a baking pan and got it good and greased up, so that her brownies wouldn't stick. As she poured the batter, she asked, "What'd he say? Get cold feet, or just stand you up?" Shane knew that Savannah hadn't been left at the altar, because she hadn't gotten any sort of wedding invitation, and Adam was deployed. Savannah wouldn't get hitched without Adam and Shane there. No matter what else was going on in their lives, that was one thing that they all three could count on- each other being there. "Good thing Adam isn't here. Else, there might be some truth to that rumor about us having bodies in the backyard."Shane had to roll her eyes, honestly- what on earth kind of rumor was that? It wasn't even so stupid it was funny- it was just stupid. Wiping her hands on her shorts, Shane hopped upon the counter next to Savannah, popping one of these extremely delicious little, like... pastry things that she'd invented into her mouth. She offered on to Savannah. "It's probably best not to mention it to him til he gets home at least. You wanna talk about it?"

Savannah merely raised an eyebrow, lifted one butt cheek to double check. "Nope. My ass is flour free." Though it would have been hilarious to have made an imprint of her butt in the flour. She was pretty sure that she would of laughed and taken a picture to email her brother later. Adam would most likely only question why she had felt the need to send him that picture. The fact that she was making ass imprints in flour would have been entirely in the range of normal for her. Savannah shrugged her shoulders, crossing her ankles and scooting over, making room for Shane. "There isn't much to say. He thinks that we are just too incompatible and that I'm too 'rough'" She made quotation marks in the air, rolling her eyes and exaggerating the word. Savannah wasn't dumb, she could read between the lines. What Sully really wanted was a weak willed woman, willing to wait on him hand and foot. It would be a cold day in hell, the day Savannah Sawyer ever catered to any man.

The thought of adding fuel to the fire, did cross her mind. Savannah thought that the rumor was ridiculous. Besides, burying bodies in the backyard was completely amateur. She'd make sure any bodies she helped to bury could never be found. Savannah snorted. "I can't believe that there wasn't anything better to gossip about than that. It must have been a dull week for rumors. I think its almost an insult. I'm pretty sure that we'd all be a lot smarter than leaving behind evidence such as bodies and in the backyard? Give us some credit!" Shane was right though. Adam would fly off the handle the minute he learned of this. If there was anyone willing to commit bodily harm in her name, it was her brother. Savannah loved him beyond words. But sometimes she wished that Adam kept his nose out of her business. She cringed to think about what he would say about Sully. It was best if this whole episode stayed right here in this kitchen, just between herself and Shane.

"I am planning on not telling him, until absolutely necessary. Like after I've suggested Sully go into the witness protection program. I may be nursing my wounded pride, but I won't sic Adam on the asshole." Shane always provided the cool down, the level headed perspective. The woman had spent years putting up with her brother, she had plenty of experience at dampening the Sawyer temper. Even now, when all Savannah could see was red, Shane would gently guide her and make sure that she didn't really do anything stupid or rash. Shane was like the cricket in that Pinocchio story, always providing wisdom and a conscience. A conscience that right now, Sav was sorely lacking. "I just figured, ya know... This is it. I've spent my hard earned money in order to find Mr. Right. Apparently he doesn't exist." She sighed, looking down at her hands in her lap. Savannah had been so caught up in the promise of happily ever after, that she'd ignored any possibility that maybe Sully Winchester just wasn't her ending.

"I swear to god, Shane Sawyer....If you say Adam is your Mr. Right, I may have to shove you off this counter!" Holding out her finger, she threatened her sister in law. Right now, she didn't need to hear how the two people she loved most were disgustingly happy and on some preconceived notion of wedded bliss. Savannah was a hater for the moment, she wanted to wallow in her pity a few minutes more.