#w: eve

[highoctanegem]

2 for 1 Slay special || Eve & Jade

TIMING: Recent. LOCATION: The 3 Daggers PARTIES: @technowarden & @highoctanegem SUMMARY: Eve and Jade share a drink and catch up. CONTENT WARNING: None.

So like, full disclosure? Her relationship with The Three Daggers was flimsier than… nope, she wasn’t gonna dignify her parents by making them the center of her humor anymore, actually. Jade was like, a big grown gal now. And sure, maybe, hypothetically, she was riding the high of being thirty, flirty and thriving and pretending her frontal lobe reached peak performance when the clock struck midnight on October 14th (and she was gonna keep believing that for the next few months, what about it?) but— Hold up, where was she going? Oh, how she felt about The Tree Daggers. Right, yup. It was… a mixed bag. The bar had been a place of solace during the height of her villain era, (all two months of it), so she did have a soft spot for the ugly little barn and all the ears that were forced to listen to her yap about her problems. But on the flip side, there was the whole… Daiyu turning into a rotisserie chicken cause of some silly vendetta, right outside their supposed safe haven. It was so sick and twisted that as a result, she just decided not to vibe with the bar for a while in solidarity. 

Except, she couldn’t stay away forever just for precaution, right? She wasn’t even sure Daiyu was doing that! For better or for worse, Jade relied on The Three Daggers, it was like a little piece of home away from home. Where else was she gonna find emotionally stunted folks who drone on the importance of their calling? Who else would pat her back and reassure her she was doing the right thing by taking out (killing. Killing) undead? The bar was the only real substitute for her siblings in town. Plus, her contribution to making the place way cooler with her presence couldn’t be understated. Someone had to queue the Rihannas and Carly Raes to counteract the Chers (She wasn’t coming for her crown, alright? Never. She just wanted others to share the spotlight too). Someone had to keep hunters in touch with the real world, and the memes and the goss. She was the hero they didn’t need, but the hero they deserved.

It was a mix of friendly smiles and fond eye rolls (right?) when Jade sauntered inside the place. A little short of the round of applause she expected, but she’d take it. (Cause turning 30 made her humble, you know?). She waved at all the familiar faces, making a little list of everyone she planned on talking to, but first? Drinks. She strutted to the counter and hopped on the empty stool, flashing a megawatt smile to ask Mark for the usual. (A Mai tai).  “You’d think they would’ve brought out the confetti machines and blasted ‘Cut to the feeling’ for my triumphant return,” she quipped to whoever would hear her. By her side, a beautiful, familiar face caught her attention. One of the girlies, of course. Eve, who was obviously carrying her laptop with her. If anyone could carry the mantle of keeping hunters in the 21st century, it would be her. “Tell me I’ve missed some juicy gossip, did they get Flappin’ Flann at last? Hit me with it,” she could use some positive hunting news.

—

There were never many Wardens at the Three Daggers in autumn. The few that were there looked wiped, half asleep as other hunters passed them occasional beers. Eve, on the other hand, practically felt bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in comparison, which admittedly wasn’t saying much. Sometimes, she got a bit of shit for it, and more now than any other time of year, but for the most part, it didn’t go past gentle ribbing. Eve usually let the comments roll right off her back, and her work spoke for itself. Over the past couple years, the three daggers had become a home away from home. Somewhere she didn’t need to think about twisting every conversation in her favour, where she could speak without watching her tongue. Her hacking made for a particularly lonely hunt; it was good to have friendly faces to see in the evenings. 

Even if she had brought her work with her. She was expecting a data dump to come through at some point this evening, but she didn’t yet know the timing. Every twenty minutes or so, she flicked open her laptop, checked her alerts, and closed it again, far more interested right now in the beer in front of her. For a few hours, the town could stand to wait. 

Just as she was closing her screen again, a familiar voice approached the bar. “Hey beautiful!” Eve waved Jade over with a grin. “Hey Mark, could you put her drinks on my tab tonight, please? I hear it was your birthday recently. Big three zero, right? You’re a senior hunter now,” Eve teased, clinking her half-finished beer to Jade’s Mai Tai. 

Eve looked around to check which ears nearby were listening before leaning in. “No one’s caught Flapping Flan, but Davide over in the corner claimed he got a shot in before losing track of it. But you know what his relationship is like with the truth.” She rolled her eyes pointedly. Then she cocked her head over to a slayer looking especially pissed off in the corner. “But Jaws has finally been killed—you know, the Sand Shark everyone’s been talking about this summer? Exceeeept, both Lucy and Valentino claimed credit for the hunt, and they are not on speaking terms right now. There’s even a betting pool going round on who actually did it and how long it’ll take before they’re in bed together again. Of course, you didn’t hear that from me.” Eve said with a wink. These were the fun stories—the ones worth sharing. Not the new nightmares that everyone came to this place to avoid, nor the dead ranger Eve had spent this morning clearing up. Plenty came here to drown their sorrows; few came here wanting to hear more. “But what about you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in here.”

—

Jade’s face lit up (well, it continued to shine) when she realized she was getting free drinks. What a way to commemorate her return to The Three Daggers. And sure, it wasn’t like getting free drinks was something she struggled with. Charisma didn’t simply vanish just cause she had eyes for one woman and one woman only. The bat of her eyelashes never lost its juice. But this was nice, this was like, a nice little reminder of why The Three Daggers had carved a little place in her heart despite their 2.2 rating on Yelp! (Which was like, totally unfair anyway, cause hunters barely knew how to use their phones) (It wasn’t them leaving those unfair reviews). But whatever, Eve was paying for her drinks, which was what mattered in the first place. “You’re the bestest,” she said softly, only for Mark to huff at them when he returned. “Nope, you too!” She blew a kiss at him when he came back with her cocktail. So efficient, that man. Resting her head on her hand, she played with the little garnish on her glass, before fully turning to Eve, ready to get their yapping session on the road. “It so was. Best birthday ever,” so much so, that she literally felt no need to post about it on Instagram until like, a day after (cause gift hauls were still important obviously) (everybody had to know how spoiled she was). And actually, maybe it was true, that happy people led private lives. That always just sounded like a buncha crap depressed folks told themselves just to feel better. 

She cackled at Eve’s words, ignoring the dirty look the guy on the corner threw at her in response. “You’re so right about that, does that mean I get to like, boss you around? You gotta respect your elders, you know?” she fired back, friendly grin still in place. It was super weird to be referred to as a senior. First in like, a good way. She’d made it! Mostly unscathed! A milestone! But also… Her legacy wasn’t all that great, was it? Her solo career left a lot to be desired. Kinda like a wunderkind who was all the talk in college but never reached the peak after that first draft (See! She did pay attention when Jasper forced her to watch football) (Just don’t ask her how what of the movements were called, okay?).  In a lot of ways, hunters were like elite-level athletes too. Trained from infancy to capitalize on their youth and stamina and natural talent, only to retire with injuries that made life a struggle. All that before even reaching forty. For her, the highs and lows were a lot more like… the lows and lowers. Really, the montage of career highs would probably be condensed into a 10 second TikTok. But it was so chill, so fine. She still had time. She could still end up becoming an MVP eventually. Right? Yup. She had this. And she had a perfectly delicious Mai Tai in front of her that she could use to distract herself from her eternal underachieving.

“Yum!” Taking her first sip, Jade forced her smile to stay in place, happy that Eve was providing gossip she could cling to instead of… all those weird football analogies. Wasn’t it way better to chat about other people’s failures, anyway? Totes. She leaned forward mimicking Eve’s secretive gesture before she was caught up to date with all the happenings of this silly little bar. It was almost like watching her favorite storytimes on TikTok, except there weren't a bajillion separate parts to scroll through. “Oh, he’s claimed that like, five times before,” Jade waved her hand when Eve mentioned Davide. Actually, probably more times when she wasn’t around. Still, she was totally rooting for him to get the W. The man was Obsessed with capital O. More juicy than that, was the newest chapter of Lucy and Valentino’s Will They Won’t They story. (She should’ve gotten some popcorn). “Oh, I’m so getting on that betting pool” she tapped the counter excitedly. Cause first of all, was there anything more fun than a betting pool between hunters? And second of all, she definitely trusted her sixth sense on this. Lucy caught it, and… they weren’t gonna last a day before banging out their differences. She dragged her index and thumb across her lips, promising secrecy when Eve winked at her. “I didn’t hear what?” she shimmied playfully, taking another sip of her drink. 

She grinned smugly when Eve pointed out her recent absence, feeling totally flattered. “Right? I know you missed me so badly, but,” she licked her lips, playing with the Claddagh ring on her left hand, “just living my best life, you know? My girlfriend and I are moving into a new place. Sorta enjoying the domestic bliss of all that,” going down the list of ideal surfaces where to get frisky on, also. And… Did she consistently refer to Regan as ‘the girlfriend’ in front of a known warden? Maybe so. (Eve was retired and all, but… nothing and no one was worth risking Regan’s safety) (If Eve put two and two together with that beautiful brain of hers, then that was just…not her problem). But, not to linger too long on the elephant in the room, Jade opted for being a bit of a Debbie Downer. “Also like… did you hear about Rafael?” It wasn’t like hunters weren’t used to death, but right outside their turf? “Yup, I wasn’t sure the vibes were gonna be too great after that”.  

—

 “You can certainly try to boss me around. See how that works out for you,” Eve replied, tongue in cheek. Like every other hunter in town, she shared a complete lack of trust in authority. Even if Jade was one of the people who might be trusted with that kind of thing, Eve would immediately reject it. And Jade was... maybe not the first person Eve would trust with that sort of responsibility. A delight? Absolutely. A capable slayer? Definitely. The kind of person who wouldn’t use power like that to make everyone wear weird outfits and sing camp songs? No chance. 

Missing Jade’s darker thoughts entirely, Eve just chuckled at her reply. “Right? At this point, I think Flapping Flan is a rumour sustained entirely by Davide’s need to have the weirdest hunt in any conversation. Oh, and the betting pool is run by Mark, obviously! I think twenty hunters have made a bet so far.”  

“Oh Jade, I’m thrilled to hear that!” Eve clapped her hands together. She barely knew anything about Jade’s girlfriend, but it wasn’t hers to pry, not really. Eve so rarely shared anything about her life—even with the hunters she liked—that she couldn’t expect every detail in return.  Although it hadn’t felt like Jade and her girlfriend had been together that long, and she hadn’t realised it would be that serious. “Congratulations! That’s a huge step. Are you at the physically moving step, or at the fun part with the decorating?”

“I heard what happened vaguely, but I don’t know the specifics,” Eve admitted, signalling Mark to make Jade another drink. “Things were a little quieter for a bit, but you know what hunters are like.” Spending time in the Three Daggers was the least self destructive option open to them. It wasn’t like most of them would live long enough to experience liver problems. Eve ran her fingers over the counter of the table, where dozens of initials were carved into the wood. For too many hunters in town, these letters were their only legacy, the only way they’d be remembered after a decade or two. The butterfly ripples of the lives they’d saved would spread on for decades, but few would ever know. 

—

“Oooooh, I love a fun challenge,” her nose scrunched up in delight, exchanging a mischievous look with Mark, who rolled his eyes at Jade. (So rude, actually) (But she was still his fave, she was convinced. The tough act never fooled her). And like, wasn’t it so nice when hunters just… knew how to banter? That’s why she’d missed Eve so much. The world would be a way sexier place if no hunter offered to stab anyone after a few jokes. Wasn’t that so novel? But anywhoosies, back to what mattered: Ladies being superior. “You’ll find that I’m a total expert at that,” one simply didn’t get to level 15.000 in Candy Crush without being like, super tenacious. “In a totally platonic way, obviously. I’m a committed woman, as we know” and actually… “Wait, I mean, I bet someone’s snatched you already too,” she wiggled her eyebrows at Eve, curious. (Nosy).

Jade took another sip of her Mai Tai, nodding enthusiastically at everything Eve was revealing. Yup. “I love that for him, actually. Gaslighting an entire town just to stay relevant,” she shrugged. Why hadn’t she tried that? Well, she was sorta doing that. By convincing a good chunk of folks that she was some fearsome slayer. (And, wasn’t that exactly what she wanted?). Her jaw dropped dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at Mark when he was unmasked as the mastermind behind the bet. “Of course you are, you love to pretend all the gossip is beneath ya, but you need to sustain yourself. I see you. I get you. We’re like, kindred spirits. Remind me to place my bet after. It’s gonna be Lucy, obviously, and a day before they make up,” she gave a convincing nod, tapping the counter excitedly. 

Fun gossip aside, whenever the convo switched to her favorite person Jade just couldn’t help but to beam. Nothing would ever stop it. “Right? It’s just, the best,” she swooned, getting distracted for a beat (or two), daydreaming about Regan. What was she up to, was she writing in her journal? Or maybe going over the different kinds of grey to paint their bedroom. Or maybe she’d found a dead bird in the front yard! Aw, she could just picture her excitement…Oh! Right, Eve. “We’re at the decorating stage. We have like put up all our pictures on the walls, including the ulcers” she explained, matter-of-factly. And the nudes, obviously. That went without saying. Those were literally the first things they ever hung. (As they should). “And also! We plan on having a little garden…” They were gonna have so much fun with that, she just knew it. Even if Jade’s green thumb was like, not great at all. “So, we were living in a cabin in the woods so there wasn’t much to move anyway. Plus the rest of my stuff was back at my apartment anyway, so…it was a pretty quick process,” that was the best part, definitely. To finally be free of roomies who never ever appreciated her. And getting full custody of her babies back. Lullaby and Melody were so happy discovering their new home. She wanted to keep gushing about Regan and her happy domestic life, but Jade held her tongue (a feat nearly impossible to achieve, so please clap) before she did something stupid like inviting Eve to the housewarming or something. 

Another sip of her delicious drink later, Jade hummed, putting on her more serious face, just out of respect for everybody involved. “I think only Raf and Cass knew the specifics, but neither of them is here anymore for the tell-all. Cause even Daiyu was like, she jumped in to stop it… so I don’t think she knew what was going on before,” she explained, glancing down at the counter just like Eve. It totally tracked that the hunters went into sulking mode after that, which… all the more reason to avoid the place. She had her own little mental breakdown she kept hitting snooze on, she didn’t need to get inspo from anywhere else! While she looked at the surface, Jade noticed the laptop Eve had covered with her arm. “Why did you bring homework to the bar, by the by. What’s that about?” 

—

“Oh, are you? I’d like to see that. Platonically.” Eve chuckled, shaking her head as she finished her beer. “I’m the youngest of eight, disobeying my elders is my real expertise. And you are definitely an elder now.” She said, although it wasn’t entirely true. If her siblings called to tell her to jump, Eve wouldn’t even ask how high. Luckily, they didn’t call often.  Jade’s question caught her off guard. “No, happily single, still. I mean, if I find someone to go home with tonight, that’d be a bonus, but hunters are notoriously bad at commitment. Present company excluded, of course.” Happily single was a stretch, but Jade didn’t need to know that. She couldn’t help it, Eve giggled at Jade’s persistence, that startled even Mark. “My money is already on Valentino, and four full days. Valentino holds a real beef.” She confirmed.

 Wow, Jade was really lighting up as she spoke about her girlfriend. Eve’s stomach turned slightly, a rot of envy. Which lasted right until- “Wait, ulcers? I think I misheard you.” She leant back against the bar, crossing her arms. “I didn’t have you for the gardening type. I bet that will be lots of fun come spring.” 

“Was Cass another hunter? I heard it was a fae attack, but that they escaped,” Eve shivered. Fae that knew this place was here was another reason things had gone quieter for a while. But no other attack had ever happened. If one were to happen from the fae, fall would be the time to do it. Fae were naturally impulsive, if clever. They wouldn’t sit on this information indefinitely. 

Eve looked back at her laptop with a sheepish smile. There was an answer about a possible data leak happening, that she’d need to damage control as soon as it dropped. There was another, more truthful answer, that Eve was terrible at untangling her work from the rest of her life. She wasn’t the only one here - anywhere you looked around the room, you could see hunters comparing tracking routes, planning weapons for a shared hunt, or comparing strange injuries. Most people here sometimes let their work leak into the bar. As long as it wasn’t the violent part of the work, no harm no foul. 

The third, most truthful answer was the one she was least likely to share at any moment. That so many hunters here didn’t see her as a real one, that she felt the need to compensate. Her hunt was done tucked away in a corner at her home, far from where it was visible even from the other hunters. How could they take her seriously, unless she was also doing it here.

“I just need to see the good memes with as high resolution as possible, as soon as possible, obviously!”  Eve replied eventually. “Anyway, you’d be amazed at how often another hunter comes up to me to ask me to fix their phone or GPS while I’m here. It saves me so much time just to have a computer here to figure out whether whatever they’re brought me is worth saving.”

—

“Eight!?” Jade paused, well and truly flabbergasted by new Eve lore dropping so suddenly. Her eyes sparkled in amusement. “How?” She held her hand up to stop Eve before she could interject. “Stop it, I know the how…” She saw the joke coming from outer space, and even if it would’ve been amazingly delivered, no doubt, she just needed her thirst for knowledge sated. “Did your parents not know they had like, other stuff to do besides boning? Like, hunting and stuff?” On the other hand, there was the very real possibility that maybe Eve’s parents actually loved their children and didn’t stop having them just cause they despised the last one to come out. (Hypothetically) (It might have been what happened with the Bloodworths, it was hard to tell). But even if Eve’s parents loved love (sure… let’s go with love), it didn’t look like that translated to their youngest. There was no rush though, love came knocking when you least expected it. “I’m totally rooting for you to take a hottie home tonight,” she twirled in her stool scouting the options, ready to be the best wingwoman if needed. 

In the spirit of good fun, Jade wasn’t gonna tell Eve she was totally wrong about her predictions, but like… she did exchange a quick look with Mark, giving him the faintest of headshakes. Nope, four days was way too long for a hot-blooded (read horny) duo to get it on. Jade had this in the bag. But it would be fine, she’d buy everybody a round with the money she made. 

Weirdly, Eve seemed to think she’d misheard Jade, which was so weird cause what else could she have said that sounded remotely like ulcers? Or was it the ulcers bit that was confusing? The corners of her eyes wrinkled, finding joy anytime she had to explain her and Regan’s little quirks. The best way to do it was always with a straight face. “Ulcers! You know like… ulcers. My partner’s like, obsessed with them, we have some framed, so she can admire their beautiful colors,” and she was definitely downplaying Regan’s expertise as an obsession, obviously, in case that gave too much away. Cause while her beautiful lady was a total pro at conversational intercourse these days, she did have like two or three subjects she always brought up and made her too recognizable. (Or in her totally unbiased opinion, iconic). “And you’re totally reading me right, cause I’ve never done very well at gardening. But hey! I love to learn new tricks, I always say, it’s never too late to realize you can do whatever you set your mind to,” right? Yup. That was definitely something she said all the time. Especially to herself. Definitely.    

Jade didn’t realize that thinking about Cass would still make her feel a little uncomfy and a lot conflicted, until Eve asked directly about her. She dragged her index finger along the rim of her glass, a friendly smile still plastered on her face while she took half a beat to think of her answer. It wasn’t fair to bring up Cass, or whatever her villain era had been… mostly out of love for Van, who suffered the most with her death. But also possibly, a little out of guilt (small, barely there guilt, don’t get it twisted) over what she did to Cass’s bestie. There, she said it. It was weird that even after all this time, Cass continued to haunt the narrative. Maybe she would’ve liked that actually, knowing she enjoyed comic books and all. “I dunno what Cass was, actually,” she deflected with a nonchalant tone. Playing dumb was still one of those roles she excelled at, anyway. She wasn’t gonna air out Cass's dirty laundry. Even if Jade was kind of a bad friend to her in the end, she could at least offer this, out of respect. 

Her grin widened when Eve brought up the memes, bouncing cheerfully as she reached for her second drink. Nothing about the explanation seemed sus or anything, even if Jade obviously knew hunters kept a few cards close to their chests. Maybe Eve wasn’t just here for the memes, or maybe she was, but either way, that was totally chill and fine in her eyes. Everybody had to cope however they could. “Ugh, not all superheroes wear capes, sometimes they carry laptops,” she hyped up her friend, lifting her glass to Eve’s beer. “You have to be careful though, you’re gonna end up having to set up their Netflix accounts. Oh! Or, maybe even helping with their Tinder profiles!” she cackled just picturing the scenario.   

—

Eve laughed at Jade’s horror, holding in the obvious, painful jokes that had been her birthright her whole life. “Somehow, they found space for the hunting. I think my mum literally brought her warbow to the delivery room.” She did not explain the idiosyncrasies of her parents belief systems that resulted in this many children, or that some of her siblings had taken up the same mantel, leaving Eve with more niblings than she could handle. “It’s definitely happening. But for now, I’m chatting with this total babe, and I can save the flings for later.”

Although… if Jade’s idea of a good partner was someone who was in to ulcers, maybe Eve didn’t need Jade wingwomaning. (Although, considering one of Eve’s recent dates had come into being because of wet cake throwing…… maybe she had no place to judge.) “Oh! How quirky! I’ve never thought of ulcers like that before.” Nor would she ever again. Look, Eve, like many hunters, could appreciate the aesthetics of a combat related injury or scar. Ulcers were…. Not that. She was eager to move on to other topics, post haste. Gardening was a perfect distraction. “You know, I agree. I think a lot of us become trapped in the idea of only being good hunters, and not setting our minds to anything else. Good for you!”

“Okay,” Eve replied. Jade seemed nonplussed by the mention of Cass, and Eve had little reason to doubt her other than the self expressed discomfort that she felt about coming back to this place. If Jade said she was fine, Eve had no reason to question it. For all the enthusiasm and bubbly joy between them, that fueled many absurd conversations, they didn’t go much deeper than that, they didn’t need to. It was all Eve needed; someone else who had also chosen smiles and laughter as their coping strategy. Hunters died all the time, there was no need to get too close. As the jokes turned to her laptop and tinder, Eve gasped. “That would actually be a horror. Worse than the demon, even! You know how human men have their fishing photos? It would be the only thing on a hunters profile.” She shuddered, clutching her drink.

—

“That’s nuts! But wait, kinda iconic of her too, actually. I’m so stealing that,” not that… well, someday, after six seasons and a movie Jade kinda hoped there would be an even littler Jade running around, (or even better, an even littler Regan), but who knew if that was ever gonna be a thing. And the more she thought about Eve’s parents (not like that, ew), the more she realized that maybe hunters just had better time management skills than regular humans did. Cause she had time for two delivery jobs, plus slaying most nights, plus giving her bone partner all the attention she deserved (24/7/365). Feeling incredibly proud for doing all of these things, all while maintaining her hair routine, Jade was over the moon when Eve proceeded to compliment her some more. “You’re so right, you pretty much peaked in terms of company already, but ya know…” she shrugged, eyes still dancing from the stools, to the booths, to the tables, selecting a few decent alternatives for Eve to get her hands on. 

A vibrant laugh bubbled in her chest watching Eve react to her very deadpan explanation of the ulcer thingy. “Me neither, she totally opened my eyes that way,” which was so true, even if she wasn’t technically speaking about the ulcers just now. Nope. The kind of awakening Regan stirred in Jade wasn’t all about their beautiful and colorful love, but about a buncha uncomfy things too. Like duty, and life, and choices (the ones that, hypothetically, were taken for her before she had any say). Also… dead animals. She itched to tell the story of how the two first met, except… She’d be giving away stuff like Regan being a hot doc, and making glass explode without touching it, and keeping a dead squirrel on the table to impress her. All of which gave big strong banshee vibes. So… Eve would have to miss out on learning about their meet cute, unfortunately for her. Jade knew she was smiling like an idiot as she reminisced that first night, but Eve brought back her attention to her gardening skills, so she followed along. “Right? Those hunters… whoever they are, need to like… lighten up a bit” she waved her hand, circling around the room. “Imagine reducing your entire worth to whether you can stab the thingy or not, couldn’t be me,” except. Except. 

Eve was fine with her (allegedly) not having too many deets on Cass, and whether she could tell Jade didn’t wanna spill more tea than needed or not, at least she was super graceful in letting her off the hook. This was totally why Eve was one of her girlies, they had a pretty similar way of interacting with the world. A way that wasn’t that easy to find elsewhere. Yup, she’d missed The 3 Daggers for that same reason. And ugh, fine. Jade had gloated about not being like ‘all the other hunters’ so many times before, but alright, okay! Maybe, possibly, she shared like, fifty percent of the traits with them. (The other fifty was all down to her incredible personality). She clicked her glass against Eve’s beer and took a quick sip, laughing about the horrors of hunter Tinder, pushing the thoughts of Cass and Van, and her own actions very, very far away, for another episode. “Ew, you’re actually so right. Just instead of the fish it’d be like… the head of a hellhound or whatever,” Jade scrunched up her nose. She’d never been a dating apps girly (on the account of you know, being a charisma monster), but she was so freaking glad to be off the market and not have to endure that even in a fake scenario.    

Finishing her second Mai Tai, Jade placed her empty glass on the counter, holding off from asking for another. “But come on, let’s take a real screen break,” she batted her eyelashes in a pleading way, tugging at Eve’s wrist. “Why don’t we go shoot darts? I haven’t in a while. I have to get back into the leaderboard. Plus, I know your skills will catch someone’s attention,” she wiggled her eyebrows and slid off the stool before Eve got a say. And sure, she’d probably end up taking her laptop with her, but Jade was totally dragging the girl to have some fun. Be it via darts or with the cute brunette in the corner who hadn’t stopped looking at Eve since Jade first spotted them. Either worked in her book.

[ev-arrested]

Imagining clicking on a Snapmap hotspot in a superhero city and it’s just shit like this lmao

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