This is a snippet of a Lost/Life Is Strange crossover. A lot of my unfinished fics are ill-advised crossovers, it turns out.
“Look, dude,” Chloe says, “I don’t know your life, but I’m pretty sure you don’t need that many goddamn tampons. Ever think maybe someone else could get more use out of them?”
“Oh, I’ve thought about it.” Sawyer gives her a slow smile. “That’s why they’re good for trading. What’ll you give me for them?”
“How about you hand them over and I don’t bleed all over your tent?” Chloe suggests.
“Chloe,” Max whispers, mortified.
“No, Max. This asshole needs to know he can’t just hoard everything without consequences.”
Lost
“Look, dude,” Chloe says, “I don’t know your life, but I’m pretty sure you don’t need that many goddamn tampons. Ever think maybe someone else could get more use out of them?”
“Oh, I’ve thought about it.” Sawyer gives her a slow smile. “That’s why they’re good for trading. What’ll you give me for them?”
“How about you hand them over and I don’t bleed all over your tent?” Chloe suggests.
“Chloe,” Max whispers, mortified.
“No, Max. This asshole needs to know he can’t just hoard everything without consequences.”