Sticks and Skates [Wayhaught]

Little Talks and Letting Go

To say Waverly was disappointed not to see Nicole the in the days after their interaction would be an understatement. At the very least, she'd wanted to return the borrowed item of clothing and thank her again. Unfortunately, Nicole must've skipped out right after practice had ended, before Waverly had even come into work.

Now, three days after their encounter, Waverly had left the hoodie at the homestead, figuring her luck couldn't change on the third day in a row of 7 am Devils' practices.

She had finished her run to the laundry room, bringing the practice towels and jerseys to wash before she decided to pay Wynonna a visit in the office.

There were stacks of boxes that came into view as she entered the lobby. The trucks delivering concessions and merchandise must've come today. Waverly also noted the grunting and struggling of someone trying to move the heavy objects.

Poor Wynonna, Waverly thought with a small laugh. Actually has some work to do around here.

"Push with your legs!" She heard. She found it odd that the voice didn't belong to Wynonna.

"Shut up with your mouth!"

That was Wynonna.

Curious as to who the owner of the first voice was, Waverly made her way around the boxes to where the pair was.

"Why are these so heavy? It's impossible."

"Dude, aren't you like a professional athlete or something?"

"I'm a hockey player not a bodybuilder."

Taking in the sight in front of her, she watched her sister and Nicole pushing a stack of boxes that absolutely refused to move. Across the lobby, leaning against the wall near the entrance door was a hand truck probably left there for the exact task Wynonna and Nicole were struggling with. She would've found it funny if not for, wait—Nicole?

What had Nicole been doing here? The team had to have been gone for well over what had to be four hours by now.

"Uh, hey guys?" Waverly interrupted their very strange attempt at manual labor. The two of them looked up, Nicole blowing away a lock of red hair that had fallen into her face. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Oh you know," Wynonna gestured around her, "boxes."

"Yeah, I can see that." She retorted, smiling at the mention of the obvious. "You look like you're struggling."

Wynonna sent her a duh look, and Nicole had now slumped against one side of the box in defeat.

"These boxes weigh like a million pounds."

"Did you ever think to try the hand truck to move them? The thing with wheels?"

The other two looked over to where Waverly had pointed and saw the tool. Nicole's brow furrowed in anger as she directed her glare at Wynonna.

"The hand truck?" She all but growled. "Wynonna! Are you kidding?"

"Oh, it's not like you jumped to get it!"

"You didn't give me a chance to even see it!" Nicole fought back, and Waverly found the bickering downright hilarious. "I just walked into the lobby and you hollered 'Oi Haught shit, get over here and help me!' Ring any bells?"

"Ugh whatever." Wynonna conceded and walked over to get the truck.

Waverly watched the two move the stacks of boxes much more easily now until they were all cleared out of the way. Once they had finished, Wynonna went and plopped herself down at the desk in the office, and Waverly made her way to talk to Nicole.