The trio of messes

Becky was finding it much more difficult than she originally thought. It usually went two ways for her: the person thinking she’s crazy and tells her to leave her alone, or the person accepts her offer to join her at a church service. Rave seemed to fit nowhere between those two options. 

“You’re definitely right about the Russian part. I’ve heard you a few times.” She picked up her coffee taking a sip and putting it back down.“That’s beside the point. Forget the suit, you can wear whatever you’re comfortable in then.” She then proceeded to call their server over and ordered what they wanted. “Look, I think you are great. Maybe sometimes a little rough with your words, but I see you.” Becky was starting to see that trust seemed to be the biggest issue and she needed to earn it with him.

Rave stared at her, head tilting to the side. Green eyes watched her carefully, taking in the emotions that crossed her face. Sure he could have told her back in high school to fuck off but his older brother had been firm on being nice. Being nice was important and she was innocent in life. She shouldn’t be subjected to the Siren self hatred and lashing anger.

Not that it stopped him ever.

“Blair.” His breath was almost gone as he looked at her. Attending some party with his mother was worth it. Then again he’s pretty sure the event was for her mother. Some fashion event, whichever it was he came for the food and pretty girls. Girls. Had to be his focus. “You look fantastic.” He looked her over, eyes tracing over her curves that he was familiar with. Her body he probably knew as well as he did his own. Even with clothes on he knew it and he looked back up at her face. No need to look like a creep staring at her body.

@glassheartsheavycrowns​

“What did your parents not feed you this morning?” Nate teased. He knew that they where meeting for breakfast like usual so she probably didn’t eat but he couldn’t help but tease her. It was easier to tease her. “Come on shortstack, lets get you something to eat before you wither away.”

@hollyjeanette​

"Bracelets are a weak steal." He said as he watched her slipped the bracelet into her pocket. "No value either." Taking a sip from his iced coffee he stared at her, green eyes waiting to see what she would say. It wasn't like she was the first person he caught stealing, and she wouldn't be the last. After all he had stolen items in his pockets, once a thief always a thief. That and he and Fitz always stole together, it was easy to spot thieves in their ranks. "Rings are better. Smaller, but usually more value. Plus killer in fights. I like pointed ones, they got the right kinda oomph and can leave a wicked cut in the face if you hit right. Shows people who's boss."

“Hey Zig!” He’s not great greeting people and there’s a nervous feeling in his chest. the other could say no and then he would be screwed until he found another option. “You... still do favors for people right? Like... if I paid you whatever you’d ask you’d be willing to do something for me?” Cue the word vomit and nerves eating at him. He hated asking people for things but if rumors were right then he could use this to his advantage. “And you can tell me no, totally cool. If you want.”

From an outsider’s view, seeing the two of them together would seem a bit odd.  She knows sometimes she oversteps and can sometimes be overbearing for some people. Becky just can’t help it. At first, she was a little afraid of the man across from her. All those tattoos covering his body and the way he spoke sometimes was just so…cold. She had to remind herself that them meeting had to be God’s plan, or Becky just bothering the boy in front of her enough that he gave in. Whatever it was, the young blonde was just glad to somehow find her way in.

“You say this all the time though. I don’t think you stepping into a church will be as bad as you believe.” She tried reasoning with him. “I can definitely go for some food. More importantly, waffles.” She picked up the menu glancing at some of the items. “You know one day, hopefully in the near future, you will be walking in beside me and it’ll be fun. You can be wearing a really nice suit and I’ll be wearing one of my many dresses. ”

Rave knew how it looked when they got together. Sure they where both rich kid socialites but he looked much different than high school. How he didn't hide his tattoos, and there was a whole sleeve down his right arm showing them off. Becky looked more saintly compared to him. Not that he really minded it, now that he was in college he could show off his tattoos more. They showed off who he was as a person.

“Becky, listen, I’m gonna be too brunch hungover to ever go to church. And anyways me stepping into any English speaking church would have my bastard father hunting me down and I do not have the energy to deal with that.” He took another sip and set it down, shrugging a little. “So, you want more coffee? Or food, cause I should eat something.”