Weather Change

Who: Ash and Joey
When: early afternoon
Where: along the lakeshore

So the weather had finally broken. While this rapid change had kind of fucked with his sinuses, Ash was grateful for it. He'd always liked the cold, for some reason. Possibly because one could hide more weapons under more clothes. Or maybe the briskness just made him feel less sluggish, more with it. In any case, he didn't mind it at all.

The kid had the shop running, so he'd decided to go for a wander in the fresh air. He'd donned his worn leather jacket and sunglasses, and headed toward the lake. Idly, he wondered if this temperature drop was going to have an effect on all the shit that had been going on. If colder climes would attract more bullshit. He stood and looked out at the lake, flicking the ash from his cigarette to one side.