Maeve snorts and gives Billy a look far older than her years as she unwraps her tacos.
"Not if you're a teenage girl," she quips lightly, as if it doesn't mean anything much. But even though Moordale wasn't a big city and even though there wasn't a lot of the worst kind of shit in the world that happened there, she still knows there's not a single girl or woman who lived there who wasn't aware something like that was always a threat.
It's still a threat. Maeve doesn't accept drinks she hasn't poured herself or watched a bartender pour. If she doesn't remember a party, she knows it's because something awful happened to her. That's how it is for most girls. Not for guys, of course.
"Or a woman at all, really," she adds thoughtfully as she takes a big bite of her taco.
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"Not if you're a teenage girl," she quips lightly, as if it doesn't mean anything much. But even though Moordale wasn't a big city and even though there wasn't a lot of the worst kind of shit in the world that happened there, she still knows there's not a single girl or woman who lived there who wasn't aware something like that was always a threat.
It's still a threat. Maeve doesn't accept drinks she hasn't poured herself or watched a bartender pour. If she doesn't remember a party, she knows it's because something awful happened to her. That's how it is for most girls. Not for guys, of course.
"Or a woman at all, really," she adds thoughtfully as she takes a big bite of her taco.