#also hughie cherie frenchie polycule when?

[awkwardcourage]

semi-plotted starter | @gingerspiice

It felt like cheating, even though there was no romance to anything they did. Hughie saw Robin in the corner sometimes, a brief flash of disappointment and judgement. She was never there when they did drugs, when Hughie actually wanted to see her. It was only when he and Cherie fucked that Robin haunted him.

Cherie didn't mind smoke in her apartment and it was nice to share a spliff, lying sweaty and naked in bed together, coming down from one high only to replace it with another. Hughie didn't like the taste of weed, but he still took deep drags.

"What are you thinking about?" Cherie asked, coaxing the spliff out of his mouth.

There were only ever two things on Hughie's mind: A-Train or Robin.

"I wish I could kill him." Hughie murmured, letting the spliff be pulled from his lips. "Or... break his legs so he couldn't run again."

Cherie hummed in thought, pausing to take a drag.

"I know a guy."

Hughie snorted. "What, a guy who kills supes?"

"Yeah."

"... Can I meet him?"

That was how Hughie wound up at a club he'd never even heard of, nostrils still burning from the coke he'd snorted before they'd gone out, the bass thrumming in his bones. There was comfort in not knowing if his heart palpations came from anxiety or narcotics. Cherie led him over to a tucked away booth. The man that was waiting for them didn't look like a supe killer. Hughie stared for far too long before Cherie nudged him into the booth. Hughie slid in, quivering with adrenaline and narcotics and offered an awkward wave in greeting.