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Maeve Wiley ([personal profile] complexfemalecharacter) wrote2020-12-07 03:09 pm
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It's almost Christmas and Maeve, for the first time in her life around a holiday, has a boyfriend. Well, not a boyfriend, because she and Steve haven't exactly used those words or even talked about what they're doing and she still occasionally thinks about how much she'd like to shag Rowan, but really, for all intents and purposes, she's got a boyfriend.

That in itself is hard enough to deal with, but now she's realized she'd got to get him a gift or look like a complete asshole. Money isn't a problem, she's still getting her handouts from the city itself, plus she's got her side hustle up and running again, and that is what she's doing right now. Making extra cash to buy Steve a Christmas gift.

Wearing a pair of tight black jeans, her heavy combat boots, and the biggest black cargo jacket she could find, Maeve is leaning against the outside of an Ahab's Coffee, a warm drink in one hand, a stack of papers in the other. She's met three college students so far and they've exchanged essays for cash, and she has two more she's waiting on.

So of course those pricks from the high school wander by. She can't even remember their names now, she'd barely gone to any classes before fucking off and getting her GED instead. Ethan she remembers, because of something Rowan said about his brother dealing drugs. The other two are Ethan's cronies, idiots with close cropped hair and broad chests and she knows exactly the sort of guys they are before they even speak to her.

"Hey, I remember you," Ethan says. "You're that one with the book. Part of the whole sex cult, right?"

"Yeah, you got me," Maeve answers in a bored voice. "You're super hilarious, now move along."

One of the others, the bigger of the two, steps closer to Maeve. He's trying to be intimidating and she doesn't love his proximity, but she only tips her coffee cup back and takes a sip, her eyes on him the whole time. He's not close enough yet, but he will be.

"Sex cult?" he asks and Maeve smiles sarcastically.

"Yeah," Ethan says. "She's a real slut. I bet she'd even fuck you."

"Would you?" the guy asks and Maeve waits. He steps closer. Then closer. He's trying to get a look at her tits, which would be hilarious given her enormous jacket if he wasn't such a complete creep. One more step brings him in range and Maeve lifts her knee as hard as she can, jamming it swiftly into the soft and delicate and stupidly vulnerable balls between his legs.

The idiot drops and Maeve steps over him, moves over slightly, then resumes leaning against the wall and waiting for her clients.
diabolicalcunt: quivers (oh really sorta amused)

[personal profile] diabolicalcunt 2021-01-17 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Butcher, too. Things weren't top-tier at the Butcher residence, but at least they ate.

Their food is ready at the same time, so Butcher grabs them both in one hand and sort of tosses Maeve's plate at her. This is how Billy stays comfortable: hot and cold. Since this girl is entirely innocent in the way of grander sins - like levelling buildings and shrugging off civilian casualties - his gruffness is edgeless. It's odd, but he thinks he feels... normal. Not a lot of laypeople are so cavalier about casual violence. She never seemed afraid. It's going to be tough to forget that when this conversation is over.

"You ain't missed much," Butcher assures her, though he doesn't suppose he got to be much of a teen, either. Some are violent. Most aren't that way because they have to be. "Party's only good if you can't remember it, anyway."
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[personal profile] diabolicalcunt 2021-01-18 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck, he almost winces a little. By the time the feeling makes it to the surface, it's expressed in little more than a twitch of lips against their typical direction. Funny how distance - an unknowable amount of distance - and unfamiliarity can make a person forget things.

"'S fair," Butcher says, sparing a glance down to consider her. Poor girl. Some people deserve the life they have, but it doesn't seem too much like this one does. The worst thing she's probably guilty of is a broken heart, and it seems like there's a lot that's happened to crack through. In some ways, he knows the feeling. That's what he's really doing: reading her face and seeing the bits he recognizes.

That's dropped in favor of eating his food, as well. There's really nothing he can say about what's been said, so he doesn't.
diabolicalcunt: quivers (got ya)

[personal profile] diabolicalcunt 2021-01-20 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"What is?" Butcher asks with a mouthful of food. "Bit of a buzzkill but you ain't kneed no one in the bollocks in an hour." He shrugs as if to say who knows.

There's something else there, though and Billy feels like he knows her a little bit now.

After swiping at his beard, he asks neutrally, "why do you care, then? Don't say you don't." He's pointing at her with his free hand, but it's no interrogation.
diabolicalcunt: squarebox (cheeky cunt)

[personal profile] diabolicalcunt 2021-01-21 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye," Butcher says carefully, watching her wrap herself up in it. The only reason he looks amused is because he considers himself absolved. Right or wrong, that's the truth. Sure, there were loads of things he'd done as a boy that he wasn't proud of, but most of it was done in the name of protecting his brother. As an adult, his record with women is less spotless. Sometimes sex was the quickest or only way to get something. When you're on a warpath, it takes more than things like keeping promises and being considerate to keep a person in line.

Raynor's not even the one he did the worst. Before he met Becca, Billy was a very, very different person. He was supposed to get her back or die before he had to deal with any of that. Now, in this new place and its terrible quiet, he may be paying the piper.

"I ain't gonna argue with ya. We do hateful shite because we get away with it. Don't need to be in a boys club like the military to see that."