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The thing about Maureen was that she really liked being someone's everything. As far as she was concerned, the world was a better place when it revolved around her, and it was a good enough start to just be the center of one person's life. It had been that way with Joanne once upon a time, and with Mark, and with a half dozen other boyfriends before that. And she'd missed that on the island - hadn't realized how much until last night when Patrick told her he loved her. And when he asked her not to dance at the club, it wasn't like he was controlling her or anything, it was just healthy jealousy, the kind that meant he didn't want to share her because she was so important to him. Right? Right.
Of course, the other thing about Maureen was that she loved being someone's everything, but she wasn't so great at someone being everything to her. She'd tried the monogamy thing. It hadn't worked well with Joanne, or with Mark, or with a half dozen other boyfriends before that. She cheated. Every time. But that had been back in New York when the whole world wanted her, when Calvin Klein models were falling at her feet, and well, she was only human. It would be easier here. She would make it work here. Because after what seemed like nothing but a string of rejections here, every time she started to get emotionally involved (Mark, of course, and well, former Sirius, too), she was getting what she wanted.
She had a lot of time to think about this stuff, because it was raining, and didn't seem to want to stop. Finally after feeling nothing but cooped up, she decided to take a trip to the compound, even if she knew it was going to be more crowded than usual - at least it meant someone to talk to. She didn't have an umbrella or anything, so she was soaked to the bone by the time she got there, and decided that was a good reason to scour the clothes box for something water-resistent.
In the basement, she stripped off her sopping wet shirt and started sorting through the clothes box in her wet shorts and bra. At least there were dryers down here too.
[OOC Note: As noted, Maureen is really not good at monogamy, so anyone who would like to offer temptation is especially welcome. ST/LT fine. :) ]
Of course, the other thing about Maureen was that she loved being someone's everything, but she wasn't so great at someone being everything to her. She'd tried the monogamy thing. It hadn't worked well with Joanne, or with Mark, or with a half dozen other boyfriends before that. She cheated. Every time. But that had been back in New York when the whole world wanted her, when Calvin Klein models were falling at her feet, and well, she was only human. It would be easier here. She would make it work here. Because after what seemed like nothing but a string of rejections here, every time she started to get emotionally involved (Mark, of course, and well, former Sirius, too), she was getting what she wanted.
She had a lot of time to think about this stuff, because it was raining, and didn't seem to want to stop. Finally after feeling nothing but cooped up, she decided to take a trip to the compound, even if she knew it was going to be more crowded than usual - at least it meant someone to talk to. She didn't have an umbrella or anything, so she was soaked to the bone by the time she got there, and decided that was a good reason to scour the clothes box for something water-resistent.
In the basement, she stripped off her sopping wet shirt and started sorting through the clothes box in her wet shorts and bra. At least there were dryers down here too.
[OOC Note: As noted, Maureen is really not good at monogamy, so anyone who would like to offer temptation is especially welcome. ST/LT fine. :) ]