margo hanson (thedestroyer) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-05-11 13:42:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | ₴ inactive: jake pentacost |
WHO: Margo Hanson & Jake Pentecost
WHERE: Vallo: Physical Kids' Cottage
WHEN: May 7th, 2021 (Backdated) - After this.
WHAT: Margo needs a distraction.
WARNINGS: N/A
Having washed off the blood and gore of the demons and harpies she had helped slaughter, Margo was fresh from the long, hot shower she had taken after she had gotten home from her battle near the Quills. There were still plenty of monsters out there, but she was tapping out for the evening, letting the patrol teams and other do-gooders handle it while she rested. The shower had done nothing to improve her mood though. She had been hopped up on adrenaline from kicking ass, but her conversation with Eliot had brought her high crashing into the ground. Normally, she would go find one of her more regular bed buddies for a quick fuck to get that sweet, sweet serotonin to help stabilize her, but most of them were in the past at the moment and she didn’t feel like finding some rando to tumble around with. So Jake it was. Not that it was a hardship. She had eyes and he had a great face and arms. Margo was willing to bet that he could hold her up against the wall if she wanted it that way. And he didn’t seem like the type to ask a lot of questions, if the prompt response to her texts were any indication. She was in the kitchen, fixing herself a sandwich because she was starving, when she heard the front door open. A pitter patter of tiny cat feet could be heard running in that direction, so she shouted, “Shut that front door!” before returning to her sandwich. When Jake would finally enter the kitchen, he would find her only in a tank top and the smallest shorts imaginable because she was not dressing up to just get her clothes ripped off her later. She hadn’t bothered with any makeup or even drying her hair. “Want one?” She asked, not looking up from where she was cutting her sandwich into triangles. Entering the cottage, Jake spotted a fat, orange cat, and closed the door before it could escape. He stared at it a moment, and the cat stared back at him before they both wandered off in separate directions. Jake in the direction of Margo's voice, the cat the complete opposite way. "That cat is massive," he commented. "And yes, please. Starving." Not there was a time where he was ever going to turn down food. Or the view that Margo was giving him in her short shorts and tank. "So no pants was, in fact, literal?" he asked. Garfield was a little shit, but at least he was likely going off to find one of Fen’s shoes to chew on and not Margo’s. Which was good for everyone involved. “He came to Fen that fat,” Margo said, handing over the sandwich she had made for herself to him and starting on a new one. “Not that she’s going to listen to us when we say he should be on a diet.” Margo had respected Fen’s wishes and followed her instructions on how to feed Garfield because he was Fen’s and not hers. She might have opinions, but she wasn’t going to be a jerk about it. Picking up her knife to start slicing and dicing again, she hummed to herself. “Yeah, everyone’s either stuck in the past or going out to get fresh air.” Her ass. “So it’s just me. And I’ve been having a shitty couple of hours, so I’m going to wear what I want.” Which would have been nothing, but she had to give Jake something to take off her later. “Tell me about your new friends.” Jake caught the tone of Margo's voice, which probably coincided with the last few hours being shitty, but he didn't ask any questions, barring one. "So I'm here as a distraction, then?" He shrugged. He had no qualms about that. "My new friends seem to dislike the same coven you took issue with. Not much was said, but they seem to think we might come to a mutually beneficial agreement at some point. Personally, I'd like to know more about them so I'm going to do some digging." He looked at Margo, who was still at work. "That's not very distracting but I'm going to wait until you've put that knife down before I take off my shirt. Don't want you blinded by my beauty to the point where you accidentally cut yourself." “If you have a problem with being a distraction, I can fully distract myself,” Margo said, lips lifting in the smallest of smirks. But thankfully, it didn’t look like Jake had too much of a problem with being used, since he didn’t get up and leave. Listening carefully to what he had to say, she took her sandwich and sat down next to him, nibbling away on the gluteny goodness in her hand. “The real question is whether your new friends will help move our newly acquired necklace or not?” She chose to ignore him bragging about how handsome he was (and he was, don’t get her wrong, but she wasn’t planning to feed that ego right now) and continued to eat. Swallowing her mouthful, she added, “I wouldn’t say no to working with them to help be a pain in the ass to the Vorerra though. They need to be taken a peg or two down.” He was mid bite when she asked if they could take care of that necklace so he just nodded until he could talk. "Won't be an issue. Though I had no idea we were talking that much," he mentioned, impressed. "Way to draw me in." Considering her for a moment he asked, "So what's the deal with this coven?" He gave her a chance to answer while he finished his sandwich. Lifting her shoulder in a shrug, Margo explained, “I don’t do shit half-assed or for cheap thrills. That was so high school. No, if I’m going to be getting my hands dirty, it’s going to be worth it.” She considered Jake for a moment, before admitting, “That coven brings the petty bitch out in me. They fucked over one of my students and one of the teachers that belongs to that coven helped with that. So. Gonna fuck with them until they quit their shit.” "The petty bitch side of you is highly attractive," Jake pointed out. "And is also going to make me rich, so I'm in favor." It was probably too bad for the student, but that didn't concern him. "I take it that's not what I'm distracting you from, though?" He wasn't actually providing any distraction though, so he unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled that off, so he was no longer fully dressed. It seemed only fair, given she was barely dressed herself. She was about to reply about him needing to step up his game because he wasn’t actually doing anything to distract her, when his shirt came off. That had her snapping her mouth close and raising an eyebrow. Nice. But there was still the mess of her sandwich making and eating venture to deal with, so she only said, “Gotta do better than that to distract me,” and proceeded to get up to start cleaning up. “And you ask a lot of questions, you know that? You think being that cute lets you get away with that?” "Does it not?" he asked. "Because I thought that was all I needed. And besides, I haven't asked the obvious question." He still didn't, though he did consider her for a moment before getting up and joining her at the sink. "Can't you just take care of all of this with magic, or is that just Harry Potter?" It didn't seem so. "If we're taking care of dishes first, I'm helping, because we have some celebrating to attend to. Unless you rather do that with ice cream." “Sure, I can Harry Potter this shit, but then I’d just get lazy,” Margo explained, amused that he got up to help her with the dishes. There weren’t many, but she retreated to let him do them. She instead leaned up against the counter to watch. “But also, now that you mention it, I would love some ice cream. But it would require me to put on pants because we’re out, here.” Helping with the dishes turned into doing the dishes, but Jake didn't mind. There weren't many and he was methodical about it. But when Margo said they had no ice cream at the cottage, he turned to her in mock horror. "Are you really telling me that I have to choose between no pants and ice cream? Because I'm not sure if you know how much I value ice cream." It was easy to forget how young she actually was. Circumstances had forced her to grow up much too quickly and matured her in a way actual time hadn't. But here and now? She sort of felt like a dumb kid, with the way the urge to giggle sprung up on her. What the fuck? Margo stopped herself before she could do something so widely out of character for her. It was just the highs and lows of the day catching up with her, that was all. "Well, you better decide quickly because I'm headed upstairs to get off. Whether you get to be up there when it happens, all depends on you." And then she sauntered away, putting an extra sway to her gait, making it very obvious which choice she wanted him to pick. Yeah, that decision required no thought on Jake's part and he easily caught up to her and followed her up the stairs. If Margo wanted to be distracted, he could easily oblige. Then maybe they could get ice cream, after. |