Maverick Grey

Asset || Master Lock Pick || 25

[kinglutherofsousa]

Luther is too drunk to hold a razor, let alone use one on himself. Even he knows that.

After a short, internal debate, he lowers the blade down & away from his neck. “You do it,“ he says to the unfortunate person who happens to walk into the bathroom ( which, upon closer inspection, Luther realizes is not his own ). “Where the hell am I? Did you kidnap me?“

[maverickgrey-blog]

Of course he would run into this one - it always seemed to happen at the oddest of times too. Though this time in particular Luther seemed to be off his rocker? Was he drunk? High? Whichever the two he was wasted. “One: I’m not a barber so no I’m not going to shave you. Two: You’re in the commons bathroom - so if someone kidnapped you they picked a shit place to hide you.”

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[SMS-Wrong Number]: 10

[SMS-Wrong Number]: 9

[SMS-Wrong Number]: 8...

[SMS-Wrong Number]: I'm waiting asshole

Maverick: 7

Maverick: 6

Maverick: 5

Maverick: It's still not like I can get there in time.

Maverick: Ten seconds is barely enough time for me to get to the elevator.

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[SMS-Wrong Number]: I'm going to cunt to ten, then I'll be searching your phone on the tracking system asshole.

Maverick: Cunt to ten huh?

Maverick: Lol

Maverick: Not like I could randomly poof into your room in ten seconds anyway.

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[SMS-Wrong Number]: You're whatever I tell you asshole. that's why you're called SLAVES!

Maverick: Good luck finding me to make me clean up someone else's cum.

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[SMS-Wrong Number]: I'll give you easy instructions. 82A, Door's open, sheet's are on the bed. I'll be waiting.

Maverick: The fuck I have to clean someone else's cum ridden bed sheets?

Maverick: Call the dude that actually made the mess - I'm not a maid.

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[SMS-Wrong Number]: The correct answer was 'I'll be there in 2mins'

Maverick: How could I have been there in 2 minutes when I don't even know who you are - let alone where you're suite is.

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[SMS-Wrong Number]: You left cum on my sheets. Either you come clean it, or I cut off your balls.

[SMS-Wrong Number]: Make the right decision!

Maverick: I did not leave cum on your sheets because I don't even know who you are. If I don't have your number in my phone then I don't know you.

Maverick: Better find the right culprit.

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bellamy--cain:

Maverick had the cocky arrogance that came with youth, but Bellamy was known to like that. “Maybe not, but I can only imagine people’ll warm up to you eventually.”

Maverick couldn’t help but shrug and lean against the frame of the door. “Who knows. Guess I should probably make some of them huh? Wouldn’t want to be useless in that respect. Might get killed off huh?”

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bellamy--cain:

“Not fond of you?” he asked, leaning forward on his elbow, looking the asset over. “I cant imagine why. Is your tongue a little too sharp, Mr. Grey?”

Maverick couldn’t help but smirk at the older man as he moved to shrug his shoulders. “Only when they get violent with me, overall I like to think I comply. Guess blondes aren’t everyones thing.”

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bellamy--cain:

Bellamy held out his hand for the paper and looked it over for a second before nodding and placing it in the pile of paperwork for someone else to deal with. Lord knew he didn’t want to do it.

“Well, congratulations. Cleared for another month of work.”

Maverick all but smirked at the older man as he spoke of being cleared for another month of work. “I’m sure I’ll be working here for a long while. Doubt I’ll catch any STD’s since the associates aren’t all that fond of me.” It was a blessing and a curse at the same time. 

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bellamy--cain:

Bellamy lips started to curl upwards into something that resembled a devilish grin. It was rare he smiled at all, so even something of this subtle nature would cause his whole face to change. “That’s probably for the best, Mr Grey, but I still need to know what it is you were doing near my office in the first place.”

It was odd to see the males lips curve upward at all - so of course he was a bit taken aback by the scene. However he snapped out of it as the man demanded to know what he was doing near his office. “Just dropping off this slip of paper I had to sign. Ya know - saying I have no STD’s and am in good health and shit.”

[gaelxhoffman]

Inappropriate Touch || Si & Open

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mrsilasward:

“Assets aren’t supposed to touch like that anyways.” Ignoring the fact he was always touching on Emery.

“I take it you always follow the rules given to you? I doubt it.” seemed the male wanted to act as though he was a good little asset. No one was perfect around here - and no one followed the rules to a T.

[owengibbs-blog]

Disoriented || Owen & Open

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owengibbs:

It wasn’t that Owen was weak. He could still cut a bitch., however, he loved being spoiled. Wrapping his arms and legs around the other, he smirked to himself as he was carried. “I was probably looking for your bed on purpose,” he admitted. “You’re rather nice to look at.” And he was a handsy drunk.

Maverick couldn’t help but let out the chuckle he held in when Owen admitted to looking for his bed because he was nice to look at. “Well at least someone think’s I’m nice to look at.” In recent months all his regular flings had left the coop - either dead or being claimed. He hadn’t been one for associates - but there were a few he could get on with.

[timeschangehq]

Bellamy had been released from the hospital earlier than expected, which meant he was able to sneak out and head straight to his office to do some cleaning up. It wasn’t like he planned on working, exactly, but when he saw the stack of papers in his inbox and the number of messages on the machine, he did what he did best: ignored what everyone else said and did exactly what he wanted to anyway.

Being as how he was supposed to still be in the hospital, no one came looking for him. It wasn’t until three or four hours later that he heard footsteps outside his door, one he had forgotten to close. Looking up, he looked tired and maybe a little guilty, but mostly fine.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he said with a small grin.

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Maverick had heard the boss man had a heart attack - he didn’t know the man all that well and his hoe squad was sure to stab him if he got to close from the rumors he’d heard. However as he made his way around the office area to drop off a paper he needed to sign his eyes moved to the open door. A almost guilty looking Bellamy sitting there. “Okay - then what is it? Because it looks like you’re working and I’m sure that’s stressful and your doctor would say its a no no. But what do I know - I’ll just turn my head and pretend I saw nothing.”

[owengibbs-blog]

Disoriented || Owen & Open

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owengibbs:

Owen was more than happy to curl up against the blonde. “Hangover…” he groaned, tucking his head under Maverick’s chin. “…If you carry me to my suite, I’ll let you play with the cats and sleep in a bed.” He wanted more room, less noise, and the comfort in knowing Marshmallow and Licorice weren’t lonely.

Hearing the associate was this weak from a mere hangover made him want to laugh - but he held it back. At the offer though he knew he couldn’t turn that down. “Well looks like you’re getting pampered - bet you’re glad you found your way into my bed.” He teased. Shifting he picked the other man up and headed towards the elevators.

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kinglutherofsousa:

Luther snorts, breaking his cool guy mask for a second. “Hoe squad sounds about right. Seriously, it’s like uncle Bell is reliving a Playboy mansion fantasy with all the sluts he lets sit on his dick.”

Maverick couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose a bit “Ew. No offense - I like your uncle, but I couldn’t be part of his hoe squad. Too much competition and not enough attention. Pretty sure I’m not his type either.” 

[gaelxhoffman]

Inappropriate Touch || Si & Open

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mrsilasward:

“So….” he started. “You just go around groping other blondes or something?”

Maverick gave a shrug of his shoulders “Something like that yeah. I’ll put you on the remember not to touch list.”