Go Go Juice
“Why is there a kiss mark on your neck?”
warnings: alcohol consumption, jealousy, physical fight, swearing, messy emotions, argument, brief angst, fluff
a.n: hope you enjoy, let me know if you have any more requests for Maeve and Fez <3
Maddy had Maeve throwing her ass back to Shake That Monkey in the middle of the living room, music shaking the walls, coils getting frizzy from the heat and the movement, Hennessy warming her chest.
Maeve yelled over the music that she was going to get another drink. Maddy laughed and grabbed her wrist. “You just wanna see where your man’s at. Girl, he’s working.”
Maeve rolled her eyes but laughed with her. She stumbled out of the crowd, laughing at nothing, then steadied herself. She didn’t look drunk from far away, but anyone close enough to see her eyes would notice the gloss instantly.
She stepped outside and wrapped her arms around herself. The first thing she noticed was a tall blonde with pink lip stick walking away from the pool area, hair tossed over her shoulder, glancing back at Maeve with a smirk. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her and kept walking.
Then she saw Fez sitting near the pool with his business face on, handing a tiny baggie to some curly-haired kid. Maeve walked straight to him putting two and two together.
Fez looked up at her and patted his lap with a small smile. “C’mere, ma.”
The kid lingered.
Maeve looked right at him, “You’re done here.” He backed up fast and Fez smirked, entertained.
“You actin real bossy tonight.”
Maeve crossed her arms. “Whatever.”
He tapped her thigh. “Come sit.”
She didn’t move at first. Then she sat on his lap with a little huff, arms crossed tight.
Fez slid an arm around her waist. “Thought you was busy inside.”
“I was.”
“You still actin mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Aight.”
As she stared at the water, Fez reached up and played with a coil resting on her neck, twisting it between his fingers. Maeve jerked her head away and glared at him.
Fez dropped his hand. “What’s up with you, Maeve?”
She didn’t answer. She stood up instead.
“Where you goin, ma?”
“Inside. I forgot something.”
She turned, and the backyard lights hit his neck just right.
A pink smear.
Maeve stepped right back to him, grabbed his chin, tilted his head. Up close, it wasn’t a smear.
It was a kiss mark. Her whole face went cold.
“What the fuck is that.”
Fez blinked. “What? Maeve, what you even-”
She jabbed her finger into the mark. “That. Right there.”
A few people near the pool turned because she definitely wasn’t quiet.
She jabbed it again, harder.
“Why is there a kiss mark on your neck?”
Fez clenched his jaw. He hated when she got like this off Hennessy, loud, jumping to conclusions, trying to pick a fight with everything that breathed the wrong way.
“Ma, chill. You trippin.”
“I’m not. So why is it there? Why you got a kiss mark on your neck, Fez?”
More heads turned.
“Baby”
“Answer me!”
Her voice snapped up again, sharp and irritated.
Then she put two fingers to his temples and jabbed him twice.
“Why is there a kiss mark on your neck.”
Fez caught her wrist fast, irritation slipping through. “Stop. Don’t do that.”
She yanked her hand free. “Lie again,” she said.
“Maeve… that’s your lipstick.”
She stared at him like he was playing in her face.“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid. That’s not my lipstick.”
“Maeve chill, chill-”
She didn’t let him finish. She turned too fast, stumbling toward the pool. Fez reached out on instinct and caught her arm before she could fall. She smacked it away.
Ashtray had already been heading toward them when he heard her yelling.
“Yo… what’s goin on?”
Maeve whipped around fast. That was when the Hennessy finally peaked, her whole expression shifting, eyes sharp, jaw set, breathing quick, straight into see-red mode.
“You wanna know what’s goin on?” she snapped, loud enough for more people to stare. “Ask your brother why I’m screaming!”
Ashtray blinked then he snapped, “What the fuck y’all lookin at?”
A couple people turned away fast.
Fez rubbed a hand over his face already over it, and handed Ashtray the keys.
“Go wait in the car.” Ashtray nodded and dipped.
—
The second she stepped inside, the heat hit her. The music was louder in here, bass thumping through the floor. Lights flashing. Sweat in the air.
Her eyes swept the room fast, left to right, like she was tracking prey. The Hennessy had her chest buzzing, her pulse in her ears, everything sharpened to one point.
And then she saw her. The blonde. Laughing loud on the dance floor, hair flipping over her shoulder just like before, pink lipstick still bright as hell.
Maeve walked straight up to her and swung.
Her fist cracked into the girl’s nose, a clean pop that made a few people gasp. The blonde fell straight back onto the disgusting carpet, both hands flying to her face as blood rushed out fast.
Maeve dropped down with her immediately, straddling her waist before the girl even processed what happened. She grabbed a fistful of the blonde’s hair and yanked her head up, then punched her across the cheek hard enough to whip her head to the side. Blood splattered onto the floor.
The blonde tried to breathe, tried to pull away, but Maeve shoved her back down and hit her again, this time across the mouth. The girl’s lip split instantly, red pouring down her chin.
People screamed. Someone backed up so fast they knocked over a chair. Music kept blasting but the whole room shifted around them.
Maeve raised her hand for another hit, just one more, when Fez and Maddy finally forced their way through.
Maddy yelled, “MAEVE- STOP!”
Fez grabbed her under the arms and yanked her off the girl in one hard pull.
Maeve tried to twist right and turn.
“LET ME GO!”
The blonde rolled onto her side, coughing, mascara streaked, lip busted, nose bleeding, and then she smiled.
Maeve saw it.
“Oh hell no-”
Even in Fez’s grip, she lunged forward and managed to grab the girl’s hair again, yanking it so hard the girl screamed.
Her friends rushed in.
“LET GO OF HER!”
“OH MY GOD!”
“You’re ripping her hair out!”
Maeve held on until Fez dragged her far enough back that her arm finally slipped free.
—
Fez continued to drag Maeve out the front door, one arm locked around her waist while she twisted like she still wanted to run back inside. The door shut behind them, muting the music and shouting.
“Fez—stop,” she snapped, breath sharp.
He kept walking her down the steps. “Maeve, chill. We done wit this.”
She ripped her arm out of his hold, fire in her eyes. “Stop touching me!”
Fez dragged a hand over his face, irritated already. “Ma, please. I’m tryna get you outta here.”
They got halfway down the walkway when she spun on him again.
“I’m not goin’ nowhere with you!”
Fez didn’t stop moving.
“You are,” he muttered, tired.
They hit the driveway. The car was running. Ashtray sat in the back seat, watching them through the window like he’d been waiting for this exact meltdown.
Maeve threw her arms out at Fez.
“This is crazy! You draggin’ me out like I did somethin’ wrong!”
“You beat a girl’s ass in the living room. I think that counts.”
“She started-”
“Maeve.” Short. Sharp.
She spun back toward the house way too fast, her foot slipped off the edge of the walkway, and Maeve dropped onto the grass beside the bushes
“Baby” Fez reached for her, grabbing her arm to pick her up again.
The second his hand closed around her arm, she threw her head back, eyes wide, voice exploding out of her.
“YOU’RE HURTING ME!”
It was dramatic, exaggerated, the kind of drunk yell meant to embarrass him, not because she was hurt. She even leaned into it, like she wanted the whole world to hear, even though nobody was outside.
“Ain’t nobody hurtin you,” he said through clenched teeth, letting go fast. “Stop sayin’ dumb shit.”
Maeve rolled onto her side and pointed at him
“You grabbed me too hard,” she slurred.
“Maeve. You fell,” he said, annoyed as hell. “I was tryna keep you from eatin grass.”
She tried to stand up on her own, got halfway there, then wobbled again. Fez caught her elbow before she tipped over.
“If cops pull up-” he started.
“No they won’t,” she fired back immediately, rolling her eyes, drunk confidence on 10.
“Yes,” he snapped, sharper this time. “They will. You broke her nose.”
Maeve blinked at his tone, her mouth dropping open just a little, and her eyes started to water.
“Come here,” he muttered, pulling her in with one arm before the tears actually fell.
He rubbed a hand down her back slowly.
“Let’s go before you start round two.”
—
Maeve sniffed finally letting him guide her toward the car. He opened the passenger door for her, one hand still steady on her back.
Fez exhaled, shut the door, and made sure the lock clicked. Then he circled around the hood while Maeve turned her face toward the window, arms folded tight mad once again like she planned to stay mad forever.
Ashtray leaned up from the back. “You good?”
Fez gave him a look that said no, the fuck I’m not, then shook his head once. Ashtray sat back quiet.
He grabbed the water bottle from the console and held it out toward Maeve.
“Drink this.”
She didn’t look at him.
“Maeve,” he said, annoyed creeping in again.
She grabbed the water bottle without looking at him, took a small sip, still staring out the window with that stubborn little pout.
Fez leaned over and turned on the A/C, cold air pushing through the vents.
She frowned. “Why you turn it on?”
“So you don’t get sick,” he muttered, voice tight. “You always get nauseous when you drunk.”
“I’m not gonna throw up.”
He breathed out through his nose, that annoyed, controlled exhale he did when he was two seconds from losing patience.
“You say that every time,” he said, eyes on the road as he pulled out the driveway. “Then you end up damn near dying in my passenger seat.”
She shifted toward the door again like she didn’t wanna sit next to him.
From the back seat, Ashtray finally spoke up. “No offense,” he said, leaning forward between the seats, “but you real dramatic when you drunk.”
Maeve whipped around in her seat. “Excuse me?”
Ashtray didn’t blink. “Just sayin’. You and Hennessy don’t mix. At all.”
Fez let out a single breath, not a laugh, but close, and kept driving. Maeve glared and Ash just shrugged and sat back again.
The car rolled to a stop in Fez’s driveway, headlights cutting across the front of the house. Fez didn’t move at first. He just sat there, hands on the wheel, breathing slow like he was talking himself down.
He reached over and unlocked her door.
“Get out.”
Maeve faced the forward, arms crossed tight.
Fez’s nostrils flared.
“Maeve. Get. Out.”
Still nothing.
From the back seat, Ashtray leaned forward just enough to be heard.
“She’s doing that thing where she acts deaf.” Fez didn’t even look at him.
“I know what she doin’.”
He got out, slammed his door, and walked around to her side. He opened her door with one sharp pull. Maeve finally turned her head toward him.
“No”.
“Maeve,” he said, voice low and clipped, “get out the damn car.”
She slid out, brushing his shoulder with way too much attitude. He let out a tight breath through his nose and followed her up the walkway.
Ashtray hopped out behind them, hood up, watching like it was a show he didn’t ask to see.
Maeve stopped at the front door and spun around, arms crossed again.
“So what? You gonna lecture me now?” Her voice had that sharp drunk bite.
Fez’s jaw flexed.
“We not doin’ this out here. Go inside.”
“Ohhh, now you wanna be private,” she shot back. “Convenient.”
“Baby,” he warned, “go to the room. Now.”
She rolled her eyes and stomped inside. Fez followed.
Ashtray walked in last, muttering, “Man… I swear… y’all do too much.”
—
Maeve whirled around the second the bedroom door clicked shut, hands planted on her hips.
“So? Say what you gotta say.”
Fez leaned back against the closed door; he needed one deep breath before dealing with her.
“You wildin tonight.”
“That’s what you starting with?” she shot back. “I’m wildin?”
“You beat a girl’s ass in somebody else’s house,” he said, voice flat. “So yeah.”
“She-”
“And you started with me first. Came outside accusin me of somethin you did.”
“I did not.”
“That lipstick on my neck? Yours.”
Maeve scoffed. “Lie again.”
Fez didn’t even argue. He pulled out his phone, swiped once, and held it up. A picture of them from earlier, her arms around him, her mouth on his neck.
Maeve’s eyes flicked to it, then away fast, staring at the wall. “That don’t mean anything,” she muttered.
“It mean you kissed my neck before we walked in,” Fez said, still pissed. “It mean you forgot.”
“I didn’t forget.”
“Yes you did.”
“Stop talking to me like I’m stupid.”
“I’m talkin to you like you drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!”
Fez let out a sharp breath. “You smell like Henny, for real.”
She opened her mouth, nothing came out, so she just pointed at him like that proved something.“You still let that girl be all over you.”
“She wasn’t on me. She came up askin for some pills. I said no. That’s it.”
Maeve’s face pinched like she wanted to fight the truth itself. “You don’t gotta talk to me like that.”
Fez dragged a hand down his face.“I’m bein straight because you not listenin.”
“You’re yellin.”
“I ain’t yelled once.”
“You’re being mean.”
“I’m bein honest,” he said, still irritated. “You loud, you don’t listen, you blame shit on me, and you started a whole fight for nothin.”
Maeve’s lip wobbled, and her eyes watered again. Fez stopped.
Her breath hitched.
His whole face softened immediately.
“Ay— nah. Don’t start.”
“I’m not,” she insisted, wiping at her eyes as one tear slipped down. “I’m… not cryin.”
“You about to.”
“NO I’m-” Her voice cracked.
Fez sighed and stepped forward. “Come here.”
“No,” she sniffed, “you… you were being mean.”
“You dramatic,” he said, arms sliding around her anyway, “but come here.”
She didn’t resist. Not even a little. She folded into him, grabbing his shirt like she needed something to hold onto. “I hate you,” she muttered.
“You don’t.”
“I do.”
“No you don’t.”
She sniffed again, messy and stubborn. Fez rubbed her back slow.
“You do this every time,” he said quietly. “But I got you.”
—
Fez guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, hands still on her waist like he didn’t trust her balance yet.
“Stay right here,” he said, grabbing her makeup wipes.
Maeve blinked slow.“ M not movin.”
“Good.”
He knelt in front of her and tilted her face up with two fingers, wiping gently along her cheek. Her eyes fluttered, shoulders easing.
“Crazy how you raise all that hell and then get calm like a toddler.”
“Don’t call me a toddler.”
“I said like one.”
She didn’t argue.
He wiped along her jawline, then under her eyes, then the corners of her mouth. When he moved up the side of her face, the wipe brushed across two scratches he hadn’t seen yet.
Maeve snapped her head back, face twisting immediately.
Fez’s expression flattened. “Ay. Cut that out. I ain’t even pressin.”
She held his stare, then slowly leaned her face back into his hand. He kept going. “Feels nice,” she murmured.
“Yeah, I know.”
He gathered her hair into a loose ponytail. She swayed.
“Hold still,” he said. “You act like I’m yankin your head off.”
“You are not gentle.”
“I’m bein gentle as hell.”
He slipped her bonnet over her head, fingers brushing along the back of her neck as he adjusted the band. Maeve squirmed and broke into a giggle when it tickled.
“Stop,” she mumbled, still laughing. “That tickles.”
“You always say that.”
“Cause you always do it like that.”
“Shoes,” he said. She stayed seated. He crouched, slipped off her shoes and socks.
“Aight. Up.”
She took his hands and stood.
“Arms.”
She lifted them. He pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside.
She unbuttoned her jeans herself. Stepping out of them, she wobbled and leaned into his chest before catching her balance. Fez caught her hip.
“These pants hate me.”
“Nah. You fightin gravity.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. He grabbed one of his shirts and pulled it over her head.
“There. Better.”
As he folded her jeans for the hamper, something slipped from the back pocket and rolled across the floor. Fez picked it up.
A tube of lipstick. He flipped it over, Barbie Pink. Cracked it open. Pink.
“Man… of course.”
Maeve, eyes closed and sitting upright on the bed mumbled, “What.”
“Nothin’, ma. Go lay down.”
She crawled under the blankets, settling immediately.
Fez turned off the light, got under the covers and fell asleep right next to her.
