Kissed a Snake {Taylor&&Ronnie}

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Ronnie was still new to New York. She had recently gotten out of college, but she hadn't wanted to stay in California for the rest of her life. She wanted to go out and explore the world, at least for a little bit. She felt bad that she had dragged Quentin away from his life in California, but he seemed to be adjusting well to New York life. He worked a lot, but she figured it was for the best. She worked long hours, too, being a mortician in a big city and all. Ronnie actually enjoyed working her long hours, though she missed her long-time boyfriend when she was gone. One of Ronnie's coworkers was actually pretty cool. Her name was Taylor, and they often worked together. Ronnie had been terrified that she wasn't going to find many friends in this new state. She had heard people were cut throat here, and Ronnie was more relaxed. So, it was a relief when she met her new coworkers, glad they were friendly people. 

And luckily for Ronnie, this job required that you wear a white coat while working, but you could wear normal, street clothes under it. So, she normally did. She didn't really have to look 'professional' mostly because she didn't deal with patients who were alive, and they couldn't judge her. Today was no different with her style. She had thrown on some clothes, what she could find that was clean, and she went to work. She had to start right away, but she had to take a break by hour six. So she went to Taylor's room, knocking gently on the door before opening it slightly. 

"Taylor? It's just Ronnie. I needed a break. Do you need help with anything?"

She asked her. 


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Taylor enjoyed the peace of the morgue. It was a bit of a morbid thought, but she had quite a few of those over the years. Plus, she covered in the ER when they were short staffed, so it was really one extreme to the other and Taylor always liked returning to the quietness of her day to day life. At least she could say that her career was quiet, but constant. Her life away from the hospital was another thing altogether. There was always something going on there that a true quiet night in seemed out of the question most weeks. Damien had things planned for them before she could even blink! Not that she was going to complain. Her best friend knew what she would love most of all. He spoilt her, even when she scolded him for it, but it was probably hard to take her seriously when she was grinning at the same time. The fact that they were finally together had her smiling more than it probably should for a mortician, but she was happy with her life at last, and not worrying quite as much about what the future might have in store for her. That alone was a miracle in itself.

Tonight it was dinner at home and then just a movie, but it was never ‘just a movie’. They argued over plotlines, actors and characters, and eventually it turned into the kind of fight that wasn’t serious in the slightest, but would only be settled with kisses, and one of them giving in and making a promise to cook breakfast in the morning. It was likely to be Damien. Taylor had always been able to hold out longer than he could. She had a stubborn streak a mile wide and he had stopped trying to push her by the time she was twelve and was determined to hang around with him despite the age gap. She guessed it was all worth it in the end, though.

Taylor was doing paperwork in the small office at the back corner of the morgue. She had examined two patients thoroughly since arriving at work and now there was a lot of paperwork to sift through and stuff to look over before she unzipped the next bag. She never had a quiet day when New York was an overcrowded city and people died as often as people were born. At least it meant she’d never be out of a job. She grabbed her pen from the desk tidy where she kept most of the things she would need during a typical day and began scrawling the necessary information down in the appropriate files. By now she could do most of this on autopilot since it was administrative lines and comments before she got to the individual stuff. She didn’t look up when Ronnie came in, but instead signed her name at the bottom and then closed one file before opening the next. “I’m good, thanks. Everything is under control here.” There was rarely ever a moment downstairs when Tay wasn’t on top of everything.

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