𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙜.

[cvtyrbangs]

angel.

꒰ @   huerto  de  madrid   —   early  night   .    ꒱   ✧  @cvtyrbangs​​​​

                ❝  DON’T YOU THINK THAT WHOLE ‘ RESOLUTION JAR ’  thing  they  have  going  is ,  you  know ,  a  bad  idea ?  ❞  her  tone  is  somewhat  quiet ,  as  if  she’s  telling  him  a  big  secret ;  almost  as  big  as  the  amount  of  times  angel  has  let  maverick  go  in  &  out  of  hideaways  without  paying .  all  out  of  the  goodness  in  her  heart ,  naturally ,  or  maybe  because  she  was  just  a  little  bit  biased .  just  a  tiny  bit .  

               ❝  i  mean ,  i’m  pretty  sure  there's  someone  who’s  reading  people’s  wishes  without  their  consentment  &  that’s  just–  they’re  jinxing  it !  ❞  and  to  angel ,  new  years  resolutions  were  the  same  thing  as  wishes :  precious ,  nearly  sacred .  meant  to  be  taken  seriously .  ❝  that  being  said …  did  you  write  yours  down ?  i’m  sure  there  must  be  something  you’re  looking  forward  to  in  the  new  year .  ❞

she mentions that reading another person’s resolutions is a jinx, and he lowers his eyes, facing burning hot. he’s suddenly a scolded child, mouth chocolate-rimmed in a candy store, swearing he hadn’t taken anything. he’d been watching the flourish of her pen with narrowed eyes-- his natural vision really was rather bad-- trying to make sense of what she was hoping to bring with her into the new year. to think of a way he might facilitate whatever it was she wanted. figure out how to get into her good graces-- earn that pretty smile, nearly as filling as the meals she so reliably and graciously slipped across enamel tabletops to him, if gobbled up greedily enough. 

he crumples his own sheet of paper in his thick palm, suddenly embarrassed by his lack of ideas. it isn’t that there’s nothing he desires, but hat he wouldn’t dare ask for more than he deserves. so for the new year, he holds no hopes. he’ll walk into it blindly, shouldering every obstacle. do what he can for those he’s pledged allegiance to, and take whatever table scraps might be tossed his way gratefully. he’s salivating already, ready to hike up on his hind legs and shake for them if necessary. his mouth pulls into a flat line, nonchalant shake given to his head. “just lots of pie,” he settles on, downplaying it. “looking forward to lots of that.” that line tugs up at the end, all hopeful smirk and playful glint of the eye, trying his luck. “could leave now and welcome the new year with a slice, if you wanted.” he’s asking a lot of her, not just to leave the party, but to break into her job after-hours and serve him. he quirks an expectant brow, goading her.

[cvtyrbangs]

minnie.

where: nye event who: closed for @cvtyrbangs​

minnie’s eyes narrowed over her gin and tonic. her sister had disappeared into the crowd, her friends were nowhere to be found, and she’d just witnessed the grand entrance of her ex-boyfriend, recently released from coyote point jail. to say that her mood had soured was an understatement, and spotting a familiar face to take out her ire on came at the perfect time. “i didn’t think someone like you would make an appearance at an event like this,” she said, eyeing maverick up and down. “i’m shocked you own a pair of pants without holes in them. was the pawn shop having a sale?”

he spins around to meet her voice, gaze lagging a few seconds behind the movement. grinning when she floats into his vision, he’s drunk and its no secret, given his nature or the wet ring around the neck of his button-up; spilled beer dribbled down his chin during a chugging contest or maybe the messy remnants of grey goose poured right down the hatch. he’s a slobbery baby without a bib standing there before her, but that’s how she likes him. small and laughable. he’s too drunk (and too dense) to feel real shame. “and why wouldn’t i? cover charge?” he asks, a tilt to his chin. “my cover’s covered. always is, baby.” he cracks a cocky smile. it makes him feel valuable to admit, like he really matters in the grand scheme of the function. like he’s worth something. “you know mav’s gonna be where his alliances-- allegiance-- allies-- his boys are. you know i’m here for the boys.” his arms flourish, shoulders rising and falling in a matter-of-fact shrug. she should know it. it’s common knowledge that maverick rides for the reapers, and wherever they end up, there he’ll be. he hooks an arm around minnie’s shoulders, daring to pull her into himself. he’s not conscious of the fact that its probably all off-brand cologne and body heat. “big sale. five-finger discount. free ninety-nine, as long as everything ends up back on the hangers next business day. you liking the look?” with a twist of his middle, he gives a curt flash of his backside. “get a glimpse of this ass in designer, for the first and probably last time.”