[Homeplot] Skinny and Maggie

[aintthatbad]

Web and Joe in a room yelling makes him twitchy. Skinny has kept mostly quiet, and he'd really like to stay that way. It's just better all around if he slips out of the house and stays on the little porch until the all clear's called

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[eudaimon]

When he gets going, there ain't a mouth on the planet like Maggie's brother. Whatever's going on here, him and his buddy don't sound super pleased with each other and Maggie's Ma hasn't stopped talking since they walked in, and, slowly, she feels like she's going out of her mind, so she hands Max to her Ma and she steps out onto the porch.

And there's the other one; Scrawny...Scooby...What the hell had Joe called him.

"Tell me you've got a cigarette out here," says Maggie.

[aintthatbad]

He's on his feet at once -- manners die hard, particularly with a mother like Skinny's -- and the tone is so like Joe he's still trying not to answer back with sass.

"And a lighter too, somewhere." He makes a show of patting down his too-many pockets, and tips his head back toward the house. "You go through a lot, hanging around with them."

The box of smokes is nearly empty, but hell, they're in civilization now. He holds out the box and flicks the lighter. "Anyway, it pays to be prepared, I know that much if I don't know anything else."

[eudaimon]

The cigarette slipped between her lips (and, yeah, she might have put lipstickc on because, hell, she doesn't now the last time they had male company she wasn't related to) Maggie cups her hand and bends her head to let him light it for her.

"Yeah, I can imagine," she says, glancing over her shoulder. "Nice to know Joe can be a goddamn handful for everyone else, too."

[aintthatbad]

Skinny snorts. "'Goddamn handful' doesn't begin to cover it. Bet you and I could share the same stories with the dates mixed up." He lights a stick for himself, shaking his head. "Probably shouldn't, though."

Before it vanishes, that quick, impish look says they definitely should.

He takes a moment, studying her face. Maggie, Joe's sister. You could see it. She looks a hell of a lot better in lipstick, though. A moment later, he realizes he's staring a bit too much and bends his neck. "I've seen worse handfuls. Than Joe, I mean."