>wake up to your phone alarm vibrating
>you work a late shift today but have plans for the day
>you ease your way out of Ruby's grasp
>she's getting more insistent – you ended up sacrificing your shirt to escape
>she wraps it in her arms and buries her face in it as you get up off the floor
>do the usual bathroom stuff, then start breakfast going
>the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee draws the sleepy Ruger out of bed
>she's still carrying your shirt
>you trade her a plate of food for it and she wanders off to the dining room, grumbling about something 
>you make yourself a plate of food and join her
>once she has some caffeine and food in her, Ruby is more pleasant
>”Good morning, anon.”
“Is it? It didn't sound like one earlier.”
>”C'mon, no teasing. You know I don't like mornings.”
“Well, you're going to like this one, I think.”
>”Oh? What are you plotting?”
“Remember last nigh, the guy I have to talk to? We're going to meet him after breakfast.”
>her eyes get wide as she remembers what that meant
>”Okay!”
>she bolts the rest of her food down and then runs off to get ready
>you finish your food and stick the plate in the dishwasher
>as if prompted by the noise of it, Ruby yells to hurry up
>you go into the bedroom to get dressed
>Ruby's in the bathroom doing hair and makeup
>as you're pulling on a shirt, you hear an unholy scream from the bathroom
>after you pull your heart back down from the ceiling, you peek in the bathroom
>Ruby was trying to put on mascara, and left a black stripe on the bridge of her nose
>”Damnit, now I have to clean this off...” she mutters to herself
“Can you not scare me to death next time that happens?”
>she jumps as you talk, not expecting you
>”Eh-hehe, sorry...”
>you take a deep breath to try to calm yourself as you finish getting dressed
>because of the makeup incident you beat her out to the car
>you lean against the passenger front door as you wait for her
>as she comes out to the car, you can't help but notice how pretty she is
>she's beautiful to you normally, but when she puts the effort in she shines up like a brand-new penny
“Shall we?”
>”Yes, of course! But...”
>she trails off as she looks at you, then the car, then back at you
>you turn and offer an arm out to her to hold onto
>she quickly wraps her arms around yours as you start walking down the driveway
“It's not too far to where we're going, so I thought a walk would be nice.”
>”Anything's nice when it's with you,” she says with a smile
>she slides a hand down your arm and wraps your fingers in hers
>the two of you walk about 15 minutes until you are finally in town
>in town is a big True Value Hardware that takes up two storefronts
>one is for hardware and sells firearms and ammo
>the other is for appliance sales, both new and used
>you hold the door for Ruby and go into the store 
>”Hey Anon, how's it going?” says the cashier
“Pretty good, Steve. Hey, is Bill in today? I needed to talk to him.”
>”Oh, yeah, he's in back receiving inventory. You know where?”
“Yep, I do.”
>you turn to Ruby
“Look around for a bit, I have to talk to the owner for a few minutes for ya, OK?”
>”OK!” she says with a big smile
>Ruby stars looking around the store, starting with the firearms because they're most familiar to her
>she spots a shelf of Quiet-22 and sticks her tongue out at it
>then her eyes alight on something in the display case
>”Can I see that one, please?”

>”Well, if she's as good as you say she is, I'd be interested.” Bill says
“Okay, great, I'll call her over!”
>you stick your head out of the back stockroom
“Ruby! Come here.”
>”I'm over here!”
“I'll be right back, Bill.”
>”Sure thing, I'll be here.”
>you follow the sound of Ruby's voice to the firearms counter
>she appears to be cradling something like a baby
“Ruby, Bill wants to-”
>”Anon, it's so cute! Can we get one?”
>she turns to you and she's cradling in her arms a Ruger Charger
>it's upside down in her arms, magwell pointed at the ceiling
>it's the exact same action as hers, just in a smaller form
>just... a little version of herself...
>oh no
>no no no
>nonononononononono
>you feel your face turning red at the implication
>you try to hold yourself together
“Not right now, you have to put that back so we can talk to Bill.”
>she hands the Charger back to the clerk, who shakes his head bemusedly as he puts it away
>as she comes back to you she notices your red face and gets a concerned look
>”Did I go too fast again?”
>you only nod as you close your eyes and take a deep breath to try and get back under control
>when you look back at her she's making puppy dog eyes at you
>no
>this isn't working this time
>no
>sigh
“I'm not saying no forever, just not right now.”
>her face lights up in a smile
”But if you don't slow down I'm going to start getting you only that low-speed quiet ammo.”
>”Y-you wouldn't dare.”
“Try me.”
>she sticks her tongue out at you
“Yeah yeah, just don't do that to Bill.”
>”Where is he?” she asks, suddenly a bit nervous
“He's in the back room doing inventory stuff, come on.”
>you lead the increasingly-nervous Ruger to the back of the store 
>when you get to the stock room doors, she tugs on your sleeve
>you turn to her, and she looks like she's trying to make herself as small as that Charger she had earlier
“What's wrong?”
>”I-I-I can't do this! I'm so nervous! I've never had a job before! What if I screw up?”
>you gently pat her head and run your hand down the side of her face 
>she almost melts into your touch and visibly calms down 
“You'll be fine. I've know Bill since junior high. Just go talk to him a bit, that's all. I did most of it for you. And if you don't get it, oh well. We can do something else. OK?”
>she nods, her cheek rubbing against your palm
>she reluctantly pulls away from you, steels herself, and walks in the back room
>you wander back up to the firearms counter and start talking to the clerk there
>just idle talk to fill the time, really
>you're a bit nervous, but you know she'll do well
>15 minutes later, you feel a tap on the shoulder
>you turn around and Bill and Ruby are there
>Bill has a straight face, but Ruby is trying and failing to keep the smile off hers
>you decide to play along
“Well, how'd it go?”
>like a thousand watt lightbulb turning on, her smile breaks through
>”I got the job!”
>she pounces on you, laughing
>you look over her shoulder at Bill while she hugs you
>he nods his head
>”I'll have her start next week. Take care, you two.”
>with that, Bill walks back in the stockroom
>the two of you leave the store, arm in arm
>her smile is radiant
>as you walk back to the house, you talk about her new job
>she was hired on to help refurbish appliances to start out with
>Bill said she could move up if she does well
>you have no doubt she will
>when you get home, you have just enough time for a quick lunch before you have to go to work
>microwave leftovers it is then
>you change into work clothes and come out to the kitchen
>Ruby has another bag lunch for you, and her glowing smile too
>”Have a good day at work, sweetie!”
>she pulls you in for a kiss
>you jump a little bit as you feel a hand squeeze your backside
“Someone's feeling a little fresh today,” you say after the kiss
>”Wellll... I'm just in a good mood.”
“That's an understatement. I'll be home as soon as I can.”
>the work day goes by rather quickly
>it's nice to have an actual lunch instead of having to get fast food all the time
>you could get used to this
>you drive home and park the car 
>you barely get inside and set your keys down before you're pounced on and kissed passionately
>”Mmm, I missed you.”
“I noticed.”
>she smiles at this before diving into another kiss
>ten minutes later the makeout session is rudely interrupted by the timer going off on the oven
>she growls under her breath before walking over and shutting the oven and timer off 
>she walks back to you
>“Well, dinner's ready right now. We could do that first, or...”
>she reaches a hand down and grabs you through your pants
>”... we could skip right to dessert.”
>the answer you give is to kiss her deeply

>dinner was a little cold this evening, but still delicious
>afterwards, the two of you snuggle under a throw blanket on the couch for awhile 
>she ends up falling asleep lying on you, and you don't have the heart to wake her up
>you're comfortable enough as it is
>sleep gently carries you away