Making brownies - Jude/Deirdre (And then Slink)

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Distraction. Distraction was exactly what Jude needed tonight and Deirdre was, thank god, willing to provide it. Even if she didn't know what role she was playing.

Jude found herself constantly wringing her hands and biting her lips. No, Jude, you don't know anything for sure yet. Just try and keep it together.

Sure, she was trying. But she was also failing. Pulling on a big jumper she walked down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, and entered into the kitchen to meet Deirdre

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Making brownies - Jude/Deirdre (And then Slink)

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Distraction. Distraction was exactly what Jude needed tonight and Deirdre was, thank god, willing to provide it. Even if she didn't know what role she was playing.

Jude found herself constantly wringing her hands and biting her lips. No, Jude, you don't know anything for sure yet. Just try and keep it together.

Sure, she was trying. But she was also failing. Pulling on a big jumper she walked down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, and entered into the kitchen to meet Deirdre

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Marie and Slink

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It hadn't started out as a great day for Maria.

First her parents had been on her back about her grades again (God, when were they going to lighten up?? It was just grades. And it's not like she was failing.) and then her section of the gym had been taken over by fucking 'professional boxers' who called her things like 'sweetheart' and 'darling' "Maybe you should go play somewhere else, baby. The men would like to do some big boy boxing now. That's a girl. Go play with your dolls." The only thing that kept Maria's fist at her side and from making a mess of all of them was the fact that this was her gym, and she didn't start shit in here.

So she was walking back home, growling and ranting under her breath about how she'd show them who was a fucking sweetheart. She was too busy marching home and thinking about horrible tortures for various arseholes that she wasn't watching where she was go and when she turned the corner she smacked straight into someone else.

( Fight )

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Marie and Slink

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It hadn't started out as a great day for Maria.

First her parents had been on her back about her grades again (God, when were they going to lighten up?? It was just grades. And it's not like she was failing.) and then her section of the gym had been taken over by fucking 'professional boxers' who called her things like 'sweetheart' and 'darling' "Maybe you should go play somewhere else, baby. The men would like to do some big boy boxing now. That's a girl. Go play with your dolls." The only thing that kept Maria's fist at her side and from making a mess of all of them was the fact that this was her gym, and she didn't start shit in here.

So she was walking back home, growling and ranting under her breath about how she'd show them who was a fucking sweetheart. She was too busy marching home and thinking about horrible tortures for various arseholes that she wasn't watching where she was go and when she turned the corner she smacked straight into someone else.

( Fight )

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