#ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕖𝕣

[lovexandxmadness]

@xkeptxgoing asked:that stripper trhead with tinny & crystal cuz y not. make it after rose complained about no strippers or smth idk ur better at this stuff

Tinny was a FREAKING. IDIOT. Yes, b'y, she was… What the Hell had she been thinking? Well, she knew what she wasn't thinking. She certainly wasn't thinking that she'd develop a stupid little schoolgirl crush on her newfound guardian, all because why? She was the first member of her entire family to ACTUALLY see past Tinny's problematic behaviors to a girl that just needed someone, ANYONE, to look at her and let her be vulnerable, irresponsible, and dependent for ONCE in her damn life… Like, who even falls for essentially their grandmother anyway? Even if they were closer in age to their uncle than their Poppy… Tinny would never live it down if Rose found out… Dammit, if only she’d known sooner… She wouldn't have even considered setting up THIS little mistake. It was meant to be a JOKE. -- A JOKE!! How was Tinny supposed to know Rose would ACTUALLY enjoy it? Yuck, b'y… And how was she supposed to predict this unshakable feeling of JEALOUSY & ANGER boiling up inside of her as she watched Crystal approach Rose with promises of a TANTALIZING NIGHT OF SEXUAL EXPLORATION…

Crystal hadn’t heard from the Doyles in a while. Not since that old mess with her mum and brothers… Had been for the best. They had… A LOT to figure out. Like, a lot, a lot. Two decades of misery, false imprisonment, guilt, grief & remorse… For the first time in twenty years, the Maher family were finally able to stand as ONE. And it was all thanks to the Doyles. So, of course, it was a no-brainer for her: OF COURSE she'd accept Tinny’s offer to show up at Mal & Rose’s AFTERPARTY to give the newly engaged couple one last flash of another girl’s tits before they took what little remained of their freedom & libido out back and SHOT IT. She’d have warned Rose that she’d never performed at an engagement or bachelor party of a groom-to-be who HADN’T since cheated on his wife. But, if Tinny’s heads-up was anything to go by, it was ironically ROSE that wanted a stripper at their little party, and MAL who had been against it. What did that say about Rose? Wasn’t her place to ask. Same reason it hadn’t been her place to question the SIX OR SO husbands she’d given lap dances to in the past.

A knock at the door and A VERY CONFUSED Des Courtney would answer to the sight of Crystal in daisy dukes, a tight red crop top torn at the chest, a leather jacket, black stockings, and black zip boots with thick, thick heels. A motorbike was parked outside and she was brandishing a PIZZA, promising dinner & a show. Des, naive as ever, let her in without question, prompting Mal to drag him by the ear out to the garage. “Oh, am I not welcome?” Shadowed eyes plucked up, turning to flutter heavy lashes toward Rose. “I got a call about making someone's LUCKY DAY EVEN LUCKIER; A send-off for their SEXUAL FREEDOM and all that?” The clack of chunky four-inch heels brought her closer to Rose. “I believe you're the lucky girl in question, no?” Foot lifted, perching on the sofa between the older woman’s denim-clad thighs. “But your husband-to-be…?” She trailed off, tossing her hair back like a model in a photo shoot, pushing out her chest. “Doesn't seem that happy to see me…” She leaned forward, dangling her tiny crop-top-clad chest in front of the pretty redhead. “That isn't going to be a problem… IS IT…?"

Yup. Tinny had DEFINITELY made a mistake… Just one glance had something TWISTING & CHURNING in her gut, had her smile flatten out, mischievous eyes growing cold and unerring, fixated on the two women as they talked, Crystal draping herself over Rose’s chair like, well, like a STRIPPER, which checked out as that was EXACTLY what Tinny had PAID HER to be. “Oh, b’y, and here's me thinking he’d loosen up when the time came. Maybe, we should call this off?” She was already reaching for her purse, for her payment, hoping, praying that Rose wouldn’t brush aside her concerns, or, worse… SEE THROUGH HER JEALOUS DISGUISE. “I just figured he was being cheap, oops.” Hands reached out to brace against Crystal’s bicep to try and COAX HER AWAY from her perch between Rose’s legs and Crystal’s brow furrowed. ‘Shouldn’t this be ‘tween Rose and Mal, to sort out?’ Ugh. Insufferable whore. Tinny’s eyes turned to Rose, hoping, pleading, for a miracle that Rose might just call this whole thing off. “Sure thing, b’y. Rose?” Could she sense the urgency in her tone? The pace of her breathing? The little bit of PANIC she was trying to squash with an iron will?

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Tinny tried to smirk and waggle her eyebrows, tongue feigning playfulness as it twisted against her teeth. For only a moment was her SCATHING SCOWL briefly transparent across her tongue, teeth, jawline, and cheeks. “Duh, b’y, that was kinda the point. I wouldn’t have got you a hooker.” (She was a stripper.) “If I knew you and Poppy were gonna have a time with it.” That part was GENUINELY TRUE. And wouldn’t give up the ghost of Tinny’s secret-born jealousy. (She hoped.) “Well…” Lips parsed and she glanced between the stripper in question, Crystal, and her official… Step? Grandmother? To be? Well, at least they weren’t OFFICIALLY wed. Made her little childhood crush on her own… whatever the fuck she was. She refused to consider anything remotely along the avenue of TREASURE, DUCKY, or LOVE. Especially right now with said woman celebrating her engagement with a STRIPPER in her lap. “Good… I’m glad.” Eyes dipped down at the shift of Rose’s thigh, a hard swallow and swipe of her lips with her tongue, anxious and malcontent. “He… He IS a good husband.” Was Tinny saying that to guilt trip Rose or herself? Was it a reminder to Rose to not let her eyes wander or a reminder to Tinny to not give up Rose herself? Now she really WAS hoping she’d paid for a hooker instead… The way Rose toyed with Crystal’s stocking had her stomach tensing, painfully, as a treacherous THROB of her clit caught her off guard, perturbed and DISTURBED her…

Perhaps that had been the thing that had pushed her to grab her loonies and pay off Crystal early, just to get her to LEAVE. “Right, but if Poppy isn’t comfortable…” Biting her lip and she sighed. “And you call Poppy cheap…” Rose HAD taught her better than this, to be fair, but… Wait… Tinny had an idea… “Like, what if I was a stripper? And someone canceled on me gig? Ya’d still want me paid for it, right?” A slight pause and she laid a hand on Rose’s shoulder, leaning over her and speaking cheek to cheek. “Nevermind, if I’m ever a stripper, I’ll make sure I put on a FULL SHOW so my client gets her loonies worth.” Gender was SPECIFIC to reflect on the current situation. Though maybe a HIM would unsettle her grandma to be more? It was too late now. “Good news, Crystal, it’s time to get this show on the road.” An extra set of pats to Rose’s shoulders. Would her half-cut arse even realize how passive-aggressive her soon-to-be granddaughter was being? “Guess I should go check on Poppy.” Because lord knows the less she had to watch of Rose getting far into Crystal's four-inch heel between her thighs and 36C… Nevermind… in her face, THE BETTER.

Perhaps a bigger worry to Tinny rather than whether or not ROSE would catch on to her passive-aggression was whether CRYSTAL would. Because Crystal, while tipsy (she was always some kind of inebriated to keep her crazy in check) was at least not HALF-CUT, and she'd ABSOLUTELY noticed. Good news for Tinny: Crystal had no leg to stand on when it came to disturbingly complicated family affairs. So she wasn't going to judge Tinny for wanting to bone her grandmother through marriage. After all, Crystal was a STRIPPER using her SEXUALITY to benefit her FALSELY IMPRISONED brother who had gotten into a FULL-BLOWN SHOOTOUT with their OTHER BROTHER because he believed said brother had MURDERED his wife when it was actually their DEMENTIA-RIDDEN MOTHER who had killed her and their BABY SISTER who had covered it up. Talk about a mess of a family. (No wonder she'd ended up as crazy as she did…) The bad news? …Crystal was a stripper. In Newfoundland. And she was crazy. With a history of drinking, smoking, and shooting up with the WORST PRICKS this twisted town had to offer. She'd learned to protect herself the hardest way imaginable and step one in that process was to stay aware of every threat around her at ALL TIMES.

A smirk and a waggle of her brows, tilting her eyes, fluttering eyelashes. “Well, good to see Mal knows where his BREAD IS BUTTERED. He's a smart man. A lucky man.” Swipe tongue across teeth, eyes darkening as she absorbed the aroused, drunk off ‘er face form of one Rose Miller. “It's not my place to judge. I was paid to STRIP, after all.” Amused pause and she pivoted her head toward the pizza she'd set down, hair flipping in the process, exposing her bare throat, complete with choker. “And pick up pizza on the town. Yes, that's real, so if yer husband doesn't wanna eat me up, maybe he can have his fill of pizza and you can your fill of lil.” Another smile, a smirk, a waggle of brows. Parting of Rose’s thighs spoke VOLUMES. Eyes dipped and she chomped on her tongue. “Relax, Tinny, I won't do anything to your Poppy & Rose that you haven't paid me to do. STRIPPER’S PROMISE.” Whatever that was worth. (And who was to say SOMEONE ELSE couldn't still pay her to SLEEP with Rose?) “Just relax.” Foot shifted forward, closer to Rose’s core, knee bending, thigh flexing where Rose played with her stocking, hands wrapping around the back of Rose’s neck. “Usually I’m tellin’ that to the husband, not the gal who’s payin’ me.” She leaned closer, nose to nose, lips a breadth apart, gazing into Rose’s eyes. “Then again usually it's a GUY that's payin’ me. Yer granddaughter must be fine with ya.” Not meant in a NAUGHTY sense. But it was odd that someone’s granddaughter was paying for a stripper for her grandparents. That certainly took a SPECIAL kind of bond.

“Oh, I will.” Words spoken in response to both Tinny telling her to GET THE SHOW ON THE ROAD and Rose telling her to SHOW HER WHAT SHE’S GOT. “Believe me, baby, if you're already liking what yer seeing, you ain't seen NOTHIN’ yet.” One last lick of her lips as Tinny stormed away, lashes flickering over to watch the heavy gait of the girl as she left. “She's not gonna be a problem, is she?” A nod in Tinny’s wake. “Seems she's jammed up a little ever since ya started… Y’know…” Eyes dipped back to her stocking-clad thigh and explicitly placed boot. Still as she spoke, she began her little show, prompting one JAKE DOYLE, who seemed to quickly be GETTING INTO THE SPIRIT OF THINGS now a girl was offering to strip naked in front of him, to hit the music. Crystal hadn't planned a song or dance but then no stripper really did. At least not any living by the dance like SHE was. Maybe some girl out there actually had a PASSION for this line of work, but Crystal wasn't that gal. Bare tummy rolled as she leaned forward again, dragging tits along Rose’s arms and fiddling hands, her own arms slipping down from around Rose’s neck down her said arms as Crystal peeled back, pushing out her chest as she began peeling away her jacket, flicking open the button of her teeny tiny daisy dukes in the process, revealing RED & BLACK LACY UNDERWEAR. Yes, she had picked the colors to reflect Malachy & Rose’s colorful names. She might not have enjoyed her job, but she was still a PROFESSIONAL after all. (Or maybe she just liked these people.)

Tinny had barely ducked outta that mess before she began to EVER SO SLIGHTLY hyperventilate. Dear God, she was turning into Des overnight. What on earth had gotten into her? Another cautious peek into the room to see Crystal dangling from Rose’s neck and a glance across to a THOROUGHLY ENGROSSED Uncle Jake. What a mess… “Shag it…” A deep sigh and she turned her steps toward the garage where a VERY stressed Des was apologizing for a stripper he HADN’T EVEN HIRED. ‘Ye, well, Jake might be a blister on me kidney but Rose couldn’t con him into hiring a strip if she tried. And believe me, she did. So that just leaves you.’ What had to be the third? whack around the side of Des’s head considering the way he instinctively cowered and begged at Poppy. ‘Please, Boss, I’m sorry, just stop, stop hitting me, I think I’m startin’ ta see stars.’ Tinny snorted in amusement before taking a breath and… “It was me, Pop. I hired Crystal.” Mal froze, turning toward Tinny. “It was… A joke. It was supposed to be a joke. Rose wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. I just. I TRIED ta kick her out but, Rose said we should a’ least get our money’s worth.” Still frozen, Mal briefly appeared like a shut-down robot before, blink, blink, blink, he… REBOOTED? ‘How much?’ Sixty, she admitted. Friends rates. ‘All night?’ A nod. ‘Well, how about that…?’ Another pause and Tinny’s brow furrowed. “You’re… not upset?” Des was still cowering. ‘I mean, I still don’t want a stripper in my house, but… For the loonies ya paid…’ Something sank in Tinny’s chest. (Her heart.) She had been hoping Poppy would be more receptive to standing against the idea. She’d have to push him. “I mean… If you don’t want her here… Maybe we can pay her for something else? Or to y’know, at LEAST keep her clothes on in front of me and Des?” Brow raised with puppy dog eyes and Mal nodded. ‘You’re right. You’re right. I’ll let Rose know.’ He stepped out of the garage, heading back toward the living room where one Crystal was guiding Rose’s hand to the zip on the side of her boot. ‘Can we talk, love?'

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Elsewhere… Nikki Renholds had just clocked out of her shift at the hospital, trading off with Sara Kerrigan. Heels clacked against asphalt with each step taken toward her car, retreating from the cold evening air, hiding away and wasting NO TIME in twisting that radiator dial, revving up her engines and… “Fuck…” Scarf wrapped snug around her neck, trenchcoat, heels, and tights making her look like her OWN kind of stripper to anyone who could get the wrong idea. Tights were SO not the right call tonight… A buzz of her phone, her new beau asking when she’d be home tonight. She texted back. ‘Just got outta work. Gonna drop by Mal & Rose’s afterparty so I’ll be back late. Hope that’s okay?” Of course, it was okay. EVERYTHING was okay with this guy. She couldn’t get a rise outta him if she fingered his mom. A shake of her head, a roll of her eyes. WHATEVER. She put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking lot. She hadn’t had the chance to congratulate Mal & Rose personally. Only time she’d seen them since Mal’s heart attack was on medical checkups on the poor bastard’s old ticker. Would be nice to not be their doctor for a change. (She kind of missed being their daughter…) Heart ached and she glanced into her rearview mirror. “The Hell is wrong with you, girl?” IF ONLY SHE KNEW.

"TINNY PAID FOR THIS, DID SHE?" A question shot at the teenager & a raise of her brow, as she glanced between the scantily clad woman (sister to an ex-client) & her kind of, sort of, GRANDDAUGHTER. "Was just jokin' 'bout the strippers, you know?" Okay, so, she hadn't been exactly AGAINST the idea, but she knew that Malachy was & she hadn't intended on actually pushing his boundaries. That said, how was she s'posed to say NO when an attractive young woman had a boot between her thighs? (she'd also had three glasses of straight whiskey... & counting) "Not to say I'm not enjoyin' the show." Liquor-glazed hazels darted down to Crystal's chest. HARD SWALLOW. LICK OF LIPS. HEART WAS A' POUNDIN'. "Cause I definitely am." She assured, legs subconsciously spreading as she leant back against the sofa, making no move to actually push the girl away. She'd blame the whiskey. "Mal'll get over it when he learns it came outta someone else's pocket. He's just tryin' ta look like a good husband n' all d'at. 'Sides it's just a strip show, right? Not like she paid for A HOOKER." One hand reached for Crystal's stocking-clad leg toying with fabric absentmindedly as she spoke, "Let's see what'cha got." The other reached for the teenager to stop her from grabbing some loonies out her purse.

"If you're gonna pay the girl, at least make her work for it, Tinny. Thought I taught ya better than that." Slurred words rolled off her tongue faster than usual. & With a thicker accent, too. (always got thicker when she was half cut, or crooked) "It's just a strip show, I'm not cheating on your grandfather, he'll understand." Hell, if he DIDN'T , she'd have some words for him.