"I don't have anything going on with that guy," she answers, rolling onto her side slightly and looking at Steve. "We're not allowed to smoke in here, are we?"
God, she really wants a cigarette, but she knows this place is likely too fancy to allow it, so she flops over onto her back again. For such a long time she was so good at keeping herself apart from others. Her parents both screwed her over, then Sean screwed her over, and Maeve figures if you can't trust your own family, why the hell should you trust anyone else? Guys are even worse. They're horny and they think with their dicks and they don't think before they say something that'll literally ruin someone's entire reputation and she knows it isn't fair for her to paint every guy with the same brush, but it's not like any of them have done anything to change her mind.
Even Jackson, who had been so good, had turned into a dick just because they'd broken up. She knows he was hurt, but he hadn't needed to be such a prick about it. And Otis had been even worse. He was supposed to be her friend and then he'd treated her like the slag everyone claimed she was.
"He's just a friend," she says. "We kissed once, ages ago, but not since then and there's nothing else, it's just... fuck it. Come with me."
She goes to her bag and grabs her combat boots, shoving her feet into them, then pulls her jacket on over her shoulders and goes looking for her cigarettes. When she's got them, she looks at Steve expectantly and nods for him to follow her. "Bring any booze we've got, yeah?"
no subject
God, she really wants a cigarette, but she knows this place is likely too fancy to allow it, so she flops over onto her back again. For such a long time she was so good at keeping herself apart from others. Her parents both screwed her over, then Sean screwed her over, and Maeve figures if you can't trust your own family, why the hell should you trust anyone else? Guys are even worse. They're horny and they think with their dicks and they don't think before they say something that'll literally ruin someone's entire reputation and she knows it isn't fair for her to paint every guy with the same brush, but it's not like any of them have done anything to change her mind.
Even Jackson, who had been so good, had turned into a dick just because they'd broken up. She knows he was hurt, but he hadn't needed to be such a prick about it. And Otis had been even worse. He was supposed to be her friend and then he'd treated her like the slag everyone claimed she was.
"He's just a friend," she says. "We kissed once, ages ago, but not since then and there's nothing else, it's just... fuck it. Come with me."
She goes to her bag and grabs her combat boots, shoving her feet into them, then pulls her jacket on over her shoulders and goes looking for her cigarettes. When she's got them, she looks at Steve expectantly and nods for him to follow her. "Bring any booze we've got, yeah?"