i'm just a cross-hair

[notahobby]

Who: Maxxie and Yuffie
What: talk of Maxxie's sex life
When: backdated to shortly after NYE
Where: a bar at Pride HQ
Warnings: see ALL OF THE ABOVE

Maxxie's got that smirk on his face when he sits down with his and Yuffie's drinks. It's the afternoon, so he's only got a beer instead of the hard liquor he gets into in the evenings, but it's still technically day drinking even though the bar opens relatively early. It doesn't matter though, and Maxxie has no shame, since they're here to recount a bit of what happened at Maxxie's party, which Maxxie counts as a success specifically because there's something to talk about.

"So," he says, with that sunny grin, "hope your hangover wasn't too bad. I was a bit of a wreck the next day, if I'm honest."

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[cleartranquil]

"Tequila is literally the worst." Yuffie says, grinning in return. She has a pair of spiked sunglasses up on the top of her head that mostly seem to serve to hold her hair back and for her to gesture with them periodically, and she's wearing a sweater that is certainly Xansus' judging by how large it is on her. "There is a reason I usually stick to literally anything else."

That said, Yuffie has no such issue with day drinking the hard stuff. She's got something bright blue that seems to be literally garnished with candy and sugar and cherries. She pulls the cherry off it to pop it between her teeth and use the stem like a pointer.

"Before you even try to change the subject, you are in such deep shit." She says still smiling widely, teasing up a storm, and not seeming to pay attention to the fact that chewing with her mouth open is rude as she goes about eating the rest of the fruit off the top of her drink first before drinking it. "How did you keep this from me! You're such a jerk!"

[notahobby]

Maxxie laughs, sitting back and opening his mouth to provide some sort of defense when she starts in on it right away. He knew this was coming; this was the whole reason they're here in the bar where Terry won't find trip across them anyway, but it is fairly awkward and he has to maintain some dignity.

"I'm sorry!" he says, not sounding very apologetic at all. "It was only because you two are friends. He doesn't like people knowing about his comings and goings, far as I can tell."

[cleartranquil]

In retaliation, Yuffie throws a cherry stem at him.

"You totally are not." She doesn't seem too bothered by this, because as much as she does like to know what her friends are up to, Terry is depressingly private. It makes keeping track of him difficult. She pulls up her legs to cross them in her chair and settle herself in for the conversation.

"You guys did a good job keeping things under wraps, I mean I didn't know you guys knew each other that well. And if I didn't then that means you guys literally never hit the news anywhere." Because in her opinion, she knows all. She may be a little bit right. As the reigning punk queen of reddit, knight of tumblr, and tabloid trouble maker she takes pride in her skills. "Which, Kudos."

She pauses to take a sip of her obnoxiously colored drink.

[notahobby]

Maxxie ducks away from the cherry stem but it still hits him, and he brushes it off the chair beside him thoughtlessly.

"Well, we never met up anywhere public," he replies with a shrug. It's actually pretty easy to keep thinks secret when you live in the same building and no one's ever around to see you go from point A to point B. "Never had to."

He smiles fondly as he leans forward, one elbow on the table while he takes a sip of beer. "Had to lie about where I was going a couple times, but other than that it was pretty easy."

[cleartranquil]

"You'd be surprised how many people totally suck at the whole 'not being totally freaking obvious' thing." Yuffie sits back against her chair, holding her drink in both hands and looking over top the giant glass. She looks a little ridiculous in her overlarge shirt, crosslegged and grinning, but as usual she doesn't mind.

"And I guess you do have the most places to be out of the Flash boys." Yuffie shrugs, and then she pauses to smirk again, because now she's just imagining the poor heartbroken Flashstep shippers. That is going to be hilarious and lovely when it eventually hits the presses. She might not be one to give up her friends to the tabloids but that doesn't mean she doesn't get to cackle at the fanbase when they eventually get news.

And then her smirk grows.

"Was it worth the work?"

Yuffie is the worst.

[notahobby]

Maxxie bites his lip and looks down at his drink, like he's bashful, but he's grinning like an idiot. He raises his eyebrow at her and his grin has gone smug when he looks up at her again.

"It would've been worth twice the work. I never would've guessed that he'd be... like that."

[cleartranquil]

"Oh, really?"

Yuffie cackles and sets down her drink mostly so she doesn't splash the dang thing everywhere as she talks. She pulls the candy garnish off her drink and begins to chew on it as she talks, leaning forward on her elbows and staring Maxxie down from across the table.

"Come on, you can't just leave it at that."

[notahobby]

Maxxie leans forward too, conspiratorial. Really he just doesn't want anyone overhearing, since he doesn't trust anyone but Yuffie with this information. She wouldn't embarrass one of her best friends by repeating it, right? In any case, he drops his voice a little, but his tone is still excited and a little thoughtful.

"Well, usually guys like that... or guys that look like that, you know, they're all about looking good and sounding good during sex and they get a bit wrapped up in themselves. Not to say guys that don't wear make up ever do that, but you know what I'm getting at," he says, gesturing as if he does expect Yuffie to know exactly what he's talking about.

"Terry's not like that at all. We're both there to feel good and he never forgets I'm there... and he doesn't treat me like other guys do, you know? Like just 'cause I make pop music I want someone to come in and boss me around. Terry would probably be shit at that."

He laughs softly and glances down at his drink, as if he's trying to imagine it.

[cleartranquil]

She may be a lot of things, but Yuffie does have some standards about embarrassing her friends. For example, things don't leave the Carnie's penthouse that might make them actually upset, pictures that are too horrible get buried in the presses, and Yuffie might have lit a reporter's hair on fire. Just the once.

She takes these things seriously.

Holding the candy between her teeth, she nods when he pauses to agree. Most people assume the worst about...well...most of them but she can see what Maxxie's getting at. The male ego makes her laugh most of the time, to be honest.

Yuffie does snicker when he talks about Terry bossing anyone around, mostly because she thinks exactly the same thing.

"I can't even imagine him trying. He's-" She gestures with a hand, as if that's somehow an explanation for whatever Terry is.

"Anyway. From the way you're talkin' sounds like there are a lot of good feelings involved." Yuffie's grin is sharp edged and she goes back to her candy.

[notahobby]

Maxxie raises an eyebrow at her, not entirely sure what she means by that. "Well, yeah, 'course there are," he says with a shrug. "The sex is great."

As far as Maxxie's concerned, that's all there is to it. Sure he really likes hanging out with Terry and sometimes he thinks maybe he could stay in bed a while after they finish and just talk but really, that's all it is.

[cleartranquil]

She salutes him with her drink, before she drops her candy back in the drink.

"Great?" She grins over her drink as she takes a sip. " It actually got the great label from you."

"Heck, my last hook up didn't exactly win a 'great' label." Yuffie's been slumming around with groupies and other musicians for a while, and that's not been her favorite answer. Everyone's having a better time than her. Not fair.

[notahobby]

"Well, most of 'em don't," he says, smiling wryly at her. He wants to ask about her hookups, get the kind of details he's giving her about Terry, but he won't pry. It's not in him to pry. He takes a sip of his beer and shrugs as he puts it back down on the table. "Just gotta get lucky, I guess."