girls just wanna have fun

[sixtyonereasons]

Obviously, the middle of the night is the perfect time to be in the nexus. Yes. This is logic at it's finest. Donna has found a relatively secluded place where she's settled down with the following

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[justmathilda]

When Mathilda pinpoints in, she promptly falls down on the nearest convenient nexus sofa very dramatically and with a noise that is supposed to convey exhaustion. This makes sense if you've had a lot of coffee, which she has, meaning she's not actually exhausted at all.

She flops off the sofa and slides to the ground, leaning her back against the couch's base. Donna gets a cheerful smile and the knives get an interested look. "Hi, Donna. What're you doing?"

[sixtyonereasons]

"Cleaning. I can tell you're very tired, but can you be an angel and grab me that metal trashcan over there?" she points to it -- it's about six feet from where they're sitting.

[justmathilda]

"Uh-huh!" She pops up with the energy that preteen girls seem to always mysteriously possess, scrambles over to the trashcan, and brings it back to Donna. Then there is sitting, cross-legged this time. "What's the book about?"

[sixtyonereasons]

"Me and one of my husbands, almost a decade back. Based on us, anyway. I googled the characters once and found a shitload of porn. Dunno how I feel about that." She puts the knives aside and starts tearing the book up, dropping crumpled pages into the trash can.

[justmathilda]

"That's really weird," Mathilda wrinkles her nose and makes an exaggerated face to punctuate her sentence. "Google kinda sucks sometimes."

[sixtyonereasons]

"What I get for telling my father my problems." Donna laughs quietly. "He's a big name author in our world. His idea of giving me a kick in the ass to fix things. Didn't work, but you know. My dad's a freak." She starts tearing up the pamphlets when she's done with the book.

[justmathilda]

"You weren't embarrassed? There's a movie about me...it was pretty horrible, I mean, to watch." Mathilda digs in her pocket and finds her own cigarettes. "Can I use your lighter?"

[sixtyonereasons]

"If I can have one of your cigarettes, you can use my lighter," Donna bargains, holding it out to her. "As for the book...I was more pissed than embarrassed. It was some seriously fucking personal shit that I told my father in confidence, published as entertainment."

[justmathilda]

It's a fair trade. Mathilda pulls out another cigarette for the exchange. "Yeah, no kidding. I dunno- Dads are...well, they do stuff wrong a lot, don't they? It's something I've noticed."

[sixtyonereasons]

Donna takes the cigarette and hands over the lighter, lighting her own cigarette with a match and then shaking the match out. "They do. I have had more fathers than any woman needs in her life, and damn but they have all fucked up somehow."

[justmathilda]

"Shit, I just had the one, that was bad enough. How'd that happen?" Mathilda, with an expertise that a twelve (going on thirteen) year old prrrooobably shouldn't have, lights her cigarette. Fortunately she knows Donna is cool.

[sixtyonereasons]

Donna is super cool.

"Daddy started fucking this one guy, that's how I got Dad Number Two. They were screwing all through my teens, after Stepdaddy's wife died. Michael Kirkpatrick. He was a godsend when I was young. Taught me most of what I know about guns, starting when I was about thirteen. Let me spend a lot of time at his house. Punched my dad in the face when he was out of control. It was good." She breathes out a smoke ring. "Dad number three was more recent. My ex's father. Didn't know that until recently, but he was keeping it quiet. Met him on a job -- I think in Berlin, but it might've been Russia. We got drunk together and were best friends. He was killed recently. Knew it was coming."

[justmathilda]

That's a lot of people. Mathilda thinks about it while focusing on her cigarette. Dads dying (or dad figures) hit her in a weird way. "Wow. I'm sorry. What...um, what happened?"

[sixtyonereasons]

"That's still being looked into." She rubs the back of her neck with the hand that doesn't have a cigarette in it, and then puts said cigarette between her lips so she can set the paper in the trashcan on fire.

"Probably, though, he just finally pissed off somebody better than him. They say youth and speed is no match for age and treachery, but even the best of us get past it eventually. I'll miss him, and I'm sorry it happened before he could get to know his granddaughter, but I'm not surprised."

[justmathilda]

Mathilda is beginning to clue into what Donna's third dad was doing. Hmm, says her expression. She watches the fire spark up curiously, but doesn't comment on that. "If you find out who it is, will you get revenge?"

[sixtyonereasons]

Donna watches the flames with a curiously intent expression on her features.

"If? When. I don't appreciate it when people fuck with my family."