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with a little help from my friends (pre-blackout/closed/mira & iris)
What a fucking day.
Davin's had it about up to the damn moon with the assholes at the shop. Their insubordination and disrespect had multiplied when Davin brought Jason onto the team, which is still one of the best decisions that Davin has made since he became manager. Jason may not be super experienced in the field, but he knows what he's doing well enough and he's a damn hard worker.
Mel had spent all day making snide comments he claimed were just jokes, mainly aimed at Davin's age and sexuality. Davin has thus far not considered firing them since Tom hired them, but Tom's in Florida or some shit and put Davin in charge for a reason. Tomorrow, he's calling Tom to let him know that it's either Mel goes, or he does. He's pretty sure he's going to come out on top on that one.
But tonight? He's getting fucking drunk. He's walking home from the liquor store with a black bag full of whiskey and a six pack when he spots Mira walking out of a coffee shop right near his apartment and getting into her car. Yes, this is what he needs. Friends.
He runs up and throws himself dramatically across the hood just as she starts the engine, already feeling a little bit better at the joke. He looks up and laughs as he catches her shocked face through the windshield, crawling over to press his cheek to the glass with a low groan.
"Miraaaa. Help meeee."
Davin's had it about up to the damn moon with the assholes at the shop. Their insubordination and disrespect had multiplied when Davin brought Jason onto the team, which is still one of the best decisions that Davin has made since he became manager. Jason may not be super experienced in the field, but he knows what he's doing well enough and he's a damn hard worker.
Mel had spent all day making snide comments he claimed were just jokes, mainly aimed at Davin's age and sexuality. Davin has thus far not considered firing them since Tom hired them, but Tom's in Florida or some shit and put Davin in charge for a reason. Tomorrow, he's calling Tom to let him know that it's either Mel goes, or he does. He's pretty sure he's going to come out on top on that one.
But tonight? He's getting fucking drunk. He's walking home from the liquor store with a black bag full of whiskey and a six pack when he spots Mira walking out of a coffee shop right near his apartment and getting into her car. Yes, this is what he needs. Friends.
He runs up and throws himself dramatically across the hood just as she starts the engine, already feeling a little bit better at the joke. He looks up and laughs as he catches her shocked face through the windshield, crawling over to press his cheek to the glass with a low groan.
"Miraaaa. Help meeee."
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"If you give me a heart attack, no one's helping anyone," she says, swinging out of the car. "Throwing yourself into traffic, dude? Work that bad?"
She liberates the six pack he's holding. "I can probably help you with this..." she says thoughtfully, and leans on her car. To be honest, it's been a long day: she got up at 6 to help tech for the researchers, had a bunch of crude high schoolers to talk to who didn't want to be there (or would rather comment on her than the stars), and the remainder of the afternoon was spent reorganizing the archives.
It's probably not comparable, from the stories she's heard, but she's more than okay with the idea of unwinding right now.
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"It was terrible, Mira. I need you." He looks around and then pushes her into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel himself. He's worked on this car enough times to feel comfortable behind the wheel, and he drives them the block and a half to Maddy's. "This is me kidnappin' ya, by the way."
He shuts off the engine and gets out, holding up a bottle of good whiskey and bouncing on the bottom of the steps that lead up to his apartment. "Come quietly, an' no one gets hurt."
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She raises an eyebrow at the whiskey and grins, following along. "Are you sure? I could beat someone up for you."
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Then she was out the door of her apartment and standing in front of Davin's door in no time at all. Adjusting her box of brownies to free a hand, she gives a soft knock and waits, rolling onto the balls of her feet and then down again.
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"I've already driven it numerous times. Gotta test it after I service it." He laughs and draws her upstairs, glad to be home. They're debating between pizza and Chinese when there's a knock on the door and Davin hops up to answer it. "Iris!"
He reaches out to hug her, practically dragging her over the threshold. Oh god, she brought brownies. He could cry. "Come in, come in. Iris, this is Mira. D'you guys know each other?"
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She gets up more tentatively when there's a knock at the door, but smiles at the girl on the other side with a small wave. She's seen her around, definitely, but they've never really stopped and talked. "Not in an official capacity," she says and holds out a hand, then turns it over in a you don't really have a free hand shrug gesture. "It's nice to meet you, Iris. Do you want a hand with those? They look amazing." Also, like a good sign they're gonna be friends. If she'd been at home she'd be finding something to bake after everyone had had a day like this.
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Really, Iris is pretty sure any food is good for cheering people up, as long as its full of love.
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"Except maybe curing those douchebags at your work of their fragile little egos," she rolls her eyes at Davin. "But they don't deserve brownies."
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He slings his other arm around Mira's shoulders and drags them both in, kissing Mira's temple and then Iris's. "But I can't complain. I've got my two best girls and some kickass brownies. Now how 'bout we drink some whiskey and forget this day ever existed, aye?"
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"It is strong," she says. "But it's good mixed with ginger ale or coke. Or with lime and sugar syrup, that's a whiskey sour. Don't have to do shots straight or anything. If you want to try it, I mean." She isn't a fan of pressuring anyone into anything.
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at , nodding along to what Mira is saying as he heads into the kitchen. He has coke, because that's what he drinks it with if not straight. He brings that and some glasses with ice out and sets them on the table. "I have beer, too. Or you don't have to join us, if ya don't want. This is a no pressure zone."
He pours himself a straight whiskey over ice and falls back onto the sofa, taking a sip and giving Mira a wink. "An' here I was considerin' askin' if ya had any weed with ya."
But then he blinks and looks over at Iris. "Oh god, I'm a bad person. I'm like, corruptin' ya."
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"All right. This isn't too bad. I think I still prefer the frilly mixed drinks I get at Lara's though," she giggles, sitting down next to Davin and leaning her cheek against his shoulder.
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She laughs at Davin and says, "I'm coming straight from work, you terrible influence." Though that hasn't, always precluded things. "Sorry, Iris, you should know what crowd you're getting into," she grins, taking a measured sip.
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He turns his head and presses a kiss to Iris' hair. "We won't corrupt ya too bad, little lamb."
He sighs happily, glad to have two of his very best friends here with him after such a day.
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She grins at Iris. "I'm imagining this like the end of Grease," she says, "showing up in leather out of nowhere."
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He laughs at Mira's Grease comment and tips his glass in concession. "Ya have t'admit that she could totally pull off that catsuit."
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"Wait, wait," Mira says, holding up a hand. "Have you never seen Grease? I feel like this is something that needs to change. If not now, then at least eventually. It's a classic. So are we talking a good or a bad heart attack?" She laughs, shaking her head to let Iris know she's kidding.
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Davin slides his fingers up into the back of Iris's hair and scratches soothingly at her scalp. Mira has no way of knowing about Iris's upbringing. Not that Davin knows much more, just enough to know that she's sheltered and wasn't treated how she should have been.
"I have a feelin' there's gonna be lots of things we need t'show our young lamb," Davin says fondly, turning to kiss Iris' temple. "But she's havin' better an' more regular sex than the both of us with one of the hottest dudes I've ever seen, so she's got us schooled in that department."
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She pokes Davin, leaning her head on his knee and grinning up at him affectionately. "I know, your life is so hard over here with your like, half the Cove's cute guys lining up."
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Davin looks down at her with a raised eyebrow, tensing a little. It wasn't long ago that he confessed his loneliness to Iris at the wedding, and his laugh comes out a bit strangled. "I'd like t'see this line of which ya speak."
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Mira feels Davin tense under her and feels like a grade A asshole. They're here because he had a shitty day. And yes, the dude has more people hit on him in a month than she's had in the last three years, but they have their insecurities alike. It's not the time to point out that if he can't see the way some of his dance partners look at him he needs a vision check.
Instead she bumps his knee with her head like a cat and wrinkles her nose. "Hey," she mouths at him. "Too far. I'm sorry."
She takes a drink and resets."Corrupted by Lara? Sounds like fun," she grins at Iris, eyeing her slightly for the correction she can't quite read. "I won't feel bad if we continue your education then." She looks up at Davin. "Have anything you want to do? Besides enjoying the company of us lovely ladies, I mean."
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Davin sighs, feeling like a massive jerk. He knows that he gets attention from men, but it's because he's someone they'd like to take home for one night. He wants something else, something meaningful. He swallows hard and leans over to kiss her softly on the mouth, nuzzling their noses together as he speaks. "Nah, don't b'sorry. I'm just bein' dumb, sittin' around wishin' for a boy t'ask me on a real date like we're high schoolers or somethin'."
He sits up and wrinkles his nose, pushing past the moment and taking a long pull of his whiskey. He laughs a little and messes up Iris' hair. "Lara adopted me, y'know. She said I could go t'Heart o' Gold for cuddles." He settles back against the couch and looks down at Mira with a teasing smirk as he pulls Iris close. "I wouldn't say no t'smokin' but I should return Iris to Jason with her angelic visage intact."
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