A Pawn Shop in East Flatbush | Friday evening

[knife_bender]

To say today had been rough was quite possibly the biggest understatement ever. It had started with watching porn at way too early in the morning, went into cutting off a guy's hand to get his girlfriend out of jail and somewhere between that Annie had absolutely gotten her ass handed to her by Black Noir.

Diego was worried. He knew why Annie was playing it cool. Her mother was there, and Billy Butcher wasn't exactly someone you wanted to look weak in front of. But she had been hurt, and neither of them had gotten the chance to process that and he just really needed to make sure she was okay.

When everyone seemed to be as settled as they were going to be, he found his way to Annie's side. "Can we talk?"

[Last post for the day, I promise. For the girl! NSFW!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"They're all out there."

She had not exactly lingered, but she had at least spotted Frenchie and MM.

Frenchie had given her a thumbs up, because he was kind of an asshole.

"Not Butcher," she added. If Butcher had born witness to this, they would have probably heard about it already.

[knife_bender]

"Oh." Yeah, okay, that wasn't great. "Well we can't live in this bathroom. And you're right, it's understandable."

"...but we are probably going to have to deal with some teasing and looks."

Worth it.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Fine." Annie took a deep breath, willing her face to, like, settle the fuck down, and opened the door again.

Casually. Normally. Nothing to see, here.

At least MM seemed pretty determined to pretend he hadn't heard anything, considering he didn't even look up from his laptop. Hughie, it seemed, also wanted to pretend he'd heard nothing from where he was sitting by MM, but he did a way worse job of it. "Oh, hey. Didn't even know you guys were here."

Frenchie and Kimiko were settling for smug looks, though. And Frenchie, as everyone now knew from the dick thing, tended to play the long game with stuff like this.