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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, BARE NIGHTCLUB, DECEMBER 2007

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-----"just take me back to my apartment." maggie said quietly as the signs on the highway indicated that they were only miles from the great city of valkyrie. she hadn't said a word since they'd gotten in the car at the benefit. not a word since she'd given up hailing a cab for this miserable ride home. she knew it was going to be tense but at best she was going to remain silent. let him say what he wished, maggie was figuratively turning off her ears. of course that wasn't literally possible, but it was easy enough to ignore the pompous bastard who say beside her as opposed to carrying on yet another fight with him. slowly but surely this whole situation was just wearing her down, and not in a good way. it wasn't like luca's bright and shining personality was making this any easier on her, no that wasn't the wearing down i was referring to. instead the stress of it all, the bickering, the snarky remarks back and forth, the tension, all of that was wearing down her will to keep up the charade. either way, whether they learned to put their differences aside and cooperate or they failed, they were likely going to be stuck together. might as well get used to the lifetime of endless disappointment now. her body was completely turned away from him at this point, facing the window as she watched the highway creep by and slowly turn into the main streets of valkyrie. thank the lord above she was nearly home. the kind of relief in knowing she would be getting out of this car and away from luca was like being deployed overseas and seeing your family for the first time. it was the same kind of feeling as being held hostage and finally getting released. that's what she felt like right now, in this small car next to a man she despised. she felt like a prisoner.

-----maggie recognized the prominent buildings of her street and undid her seat belt. she was only a minute or two away from home and she wasn't going to waste any more time gathering her things when she could be out the door. once they pulled into the parking lot of her apartment maggie stepped out, closing the door on luca as he began saying something. she wasn't up for it. not in the slightest sense. and since the possibility was extremely slight that what he was saying was anything resembling an apology, maggie didn't feel so bad. she walked off toward her apartment as luca tore out of the parking lot, headed off in god knows whatever direction. she didn't even make an attempt to look. the door to her apartment was open before she'd even gotten a chance to grab her keys. wearily maggie looked up at j.r. and gave him a small smile, stepping inside and pushing the door closed with her stiletto'd foot. "you look beat." she heard her brother say. to that maggie could only nod. "i'm sick and tired of this shit j.r. i just need a drink and i need to get my bearings. the fridge still has that bottle of jose yeah?" she peeled off her jacket as she looked back at j.r. and the guilty look on his face. "so that's a no. really j.r.? a whole bottle?" she shook her head and disappeared into her room, closing the door in j.r.'s face. "i'll go out and get another" maggie heard j.r. say through the door. she smiled at the thought before she answered him, "don't bother. i'm going out." reaching behind her back, maggie undid the zipper and let the knee-length black sheath fall to the floor.

-----half-naked, dressed only in her lacy panty ensemble, maggie walked around the room and collected some clothes. she wasn't too specific about what she wanted to wear and honestly it was the most maggie-looking outfit she'd chosen to wear in a while. she slid into the black, skinny-leg denim jeans and corset top, slipping on a spider-weave shrug as well so that her arms didn't feel completely naked. a slight tweak to her makeup, some jewelry, and maggie was out the door once again. sure going out and drinking was probably not the best idea but right now maggie didn't give a shit. she was closer to the edge of losing her sturdy state of mind than she'd ever been before. situations had never pushed her so far, people had never pushed her so far. if anything maggie was used to getting no attention at all. she was used to being completely ignored and having to fight for her say in anything. she'd been thrown into so many different situations now that she knew how to handle in the literal sense, but when you included emotions..well she got a little lost. she wasn't going to lie. maggie was unprepared. she needed to be taught, she wanted to be taught, but instead she was being thrown to the wolves here and it wasn't something she took lightly. she knew her father wanted her dead, at this point luca probably wanted her dead too. who cared. maggie was stupid to think that she had someone by her side in all of this. luca wasn't invested in squat. he didn't care if they wound up together because one mission where maggie was unprepared and luca would be rid of his burden. whether they were successful in breaking up this engagement or not, maggie was doomed. what the hell had she gotten herself into.

-----she quite literally walked right into bare after the cab dropped her off. she brushed past the lines, she walked right past the bouncer and she didn't care what anyone had to say about it. it wasn't like they'd stop her anyways. maggie had been here before, she was gorgeous, and as everyone knows only the gorgeous can walk straight through with no questions asked. when you embraced that nothing, not even a ego maniacal bouncer, can stop you. she pushed through the crowd and found her way to the bar, waving down the bartender easily. "shot of tequila." she said as she took a seat. grabbing the glass the moment it was in front of her, maggie downed it and gave the bartender the "fill'er up" look. "you know what, just leave the bottle." there was only about a third of it left and that seemed like plenty to help soothe the ache from this wretched day. if it didn't, well it was one hell of a start. about twenty minutes later, the bottle was empty and maggie was sitting at the bar, spinning her cell phone on the bar top. why the hell not? it was so amusing to just watch it spin. "whee..." maggie said unenthusiastically, her hand propping up her head and she shlumped over the counter top. "you look like you could use a good time" she heard from a voice behind her. maggie spun on the bar stool, that was fun too since they spun, and kicked him square in the crotch with her booted foot. a smile lit her lips for the first time since she'd left her apartment as she watched the guy collapse to the floor in pain. "you're right. that was fun." her words slurred in a funny way that made her giggle as she turned back to the bar, and to her phone. she grabbed it and just started pressing buttons. iphone buttons were fun. lotsa fun. before she knew what she was pressing, the phone was dialing. with an oddly curious look on her face, a goofy kind of inebriated look, maggie put the phone to her ear to see who would pick up. "hello?" damn it she recognized that tired voice anywhere. "fuck of all the people it had to be you?" she said drunkenly into the phone as if it was luca's fault that she'd accidentally punched in his number. "you're a bastard btw." she said with a chuckle. "btw. why can't people just say what they mean? 'nnnstead have to abbrevi...abbvribi...shorten it."

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[Luca Giovanni]

----AFTER THE DANCE AT THE BENEFIT luca stayed rather quiet. fausto might have said something like, that was a good idea and good publicity. maggie had taken off, and he knew that she would probably try and leave on her own. paolo said he wasn't going back with them, he was just staying in los angeles. fine with him. luca got outside in time to find maggie standing out there. the valet got their car and they both got in silently. the silence only continued for there. neither of them spoke a word about what just happened. from los angeles to valkyrie, it took about two hours. that's a long time to sit there in silence nothing but the sound of the highway to listen to. though the trip was suppose to be two hours, luca sped all the way back to valkyrie, so they got within city limits within an hour and a half. the only time maggie spoke was so say he should just drop her off at her apartment. he wasn't even going to argue that one. they didn't say goodbye to each other or anything, right when luca hit the breaks outside of her apartment building, she was out of the car. he took off right when the door shut and he found his way to the giovanni mansion within a few minutes.

it was late, but he was picking rocco up tonight for one of their weekly sleepovers. his five year old nephew remembered everything and if luca missed a week, rocco wouldn't let him forget it. besides, rocco seemed like a perfect outlet at the moment. he was so angry and unsettled at the same time. he wanted to punch something to relieve all this stress that had been building up. luca left the car running as he got out and took the stairs two at a time to the front door. he rang the doorbell and five seconds later the heavy door swung open and the little monkey sprang at him, little arms wrapped around luca's waist as best he could. "luca, luca, you came!" the door opened a little wider and violet appeared in the doorway, a little book bag in her hands. "shouldn't you already be in bed, rocco?" the little boy shook his head, his dark brown hair falling on his eyelashes. "i'm staying up allll night." violet handed luca the book bag, which probably contained just little essentials. just in case luca didn't have them at home. "he'll probably be out when you get home. how was the benefit?" luca made a face. "i don't even have the energy to tell you." violet crossed her arms across her chest. "that bad, huh?" luca nodded even though he didn't quite know how to even describe the night. it was eye-opening maybe? it was something that he really didn't want to figure out. he might be scared of what he'd find. "how are you though?" luca felt rocco tug on his hand. adults talking, even luca knew how boring that was. "i'm fine, luca. i really am." he knew she was tired of hearing that question. he just didn't understand how cool and collected she was appearing after connor cameback. yeah, that douchebag... let me tell you. luca heard from a few sources that that bitch connor selwyn followed luca down to vegas. for what? luca had no damn clue. guess that idiot irish boy didn't track him back from vegas. luca did leave earlier than he originally planned. "bye momma," rocco said suddenly. a clear signal that he wanted to get going. violet looked down at him and beant down. "hugs and kisses," she said and rocco went over and gave her a big hug and kiss. "have fun," she said.

violet lied to him. rocco was more wired than someone down coffee. he was bouncing off the walls upon entering the loft. he jabbered the whole way over about school. it was a quite a different atmosphere in the car this time around with rocco than it was with maggie. maggie wouldn't talk and rocco wouldn't stop talking. as luca changed out of the suit he was wearing and into jeans and a t-shirt, rocco jumped on the bed reciting the alphabet. luca wasn't tired, and rocco appeared to be fully awake so luca offered his little nephew ice cream. luca must be crazy, right? that was like begging a kid to have a sugar high and run around the house like a maniac. but like he said before, rocco was such a refreshment right now, he'd stay up all night with the kid if he could. rocco was like a son to him. considering rocco never had a father around, luca was the next best thing. he was always close with violet, and luca was the godfather to rocco. they were a good pair together. luca helped teach him little things. like photography. surprisingly, rocco was a very well-behaved little boy. luca had taken him on a few photoshoots before. rocco was his assistant and needless to say, the little boy was a hit to everyone on set. a lot of people thought the side of luca with rocco was so different than his typical giovanni one. it was probably true. luca tended to get annoyed with people. not to mention a lot of the people that saw his bad side were the ones that owed him money. luca couldn't help himself when he was around rocco. his nephew was probably the most innocent thing in his life. when you deal with stupid shit everyday, sometimes you need a little something that makes you realize, not everything is stupid.

he piled a big serving of chocolate ice cream for both him and rocco and put them on the island bar. he scooped rocco up and put him on one of the stools. they ate in silence for a moment until his cellphone started ringing. what the hell? he looked at the caller i.d and saw it was maggie. ok, now it was really what the hell? what could she possibly want tonight? "hello?" he answered. "fuck of all the people it had to be you?" luca looked down at rocco who wasn't even paying attention. "well, sorry to disappoint," he said sarcastically. "you're a bastard btw." oh, now, he got it. she was drunk. luca could hear music in the background and her speech wasn't sounding the way it should be. maggie was drunk and she basically drunk dialed him. she then confused him even more when she started saying something about abbreviations. why did luca suddenly feel like he was involved now? she was smashed at a club and he couldn't help but think what if something happened. no... he shouldn't care. she could go get drunk as much as she wanted to. he looked at rocco who was happily shoveling spoonfuls of ice cream in his both. luca sighed. he was going to regret this, he knew it. "where are you at? i'm coming to get you." he asked, only mildly regretting the words as she said it. sure he didn't like his "fiancee" but he didn't want her getting raped or some shit that happens when pretty girls get drunk at bars alone.

wait, did he just say pretty?

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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, BARE NIGHTCLUB, DECEMBER 2007

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-----maggie wasn't usually the type of person to lose herself in drinks whenever shit really hit the fan. it wasn't her style. maggie was the thinker type. whenever a situation really went to hell she liked to have all of her bearings around her because that was when she usually came up with a plan that would get her out of trouble. the problem was that in all this time at most her trouble included her father. when that happened it usually meant a half-baked scheme to get her out of the business that was filled with holes from his shoddy planning. things like that maggie could get out of with her hands tied behind her back but this? this was one of those situations where no matter what you did, you sank deeper into it. like quicksand. yeah she was stuck in quicksand alright. maggie was about one hundred percent sure that valkyrie was turning into one heaping hole of traction-less sand. and she was already in over her head. under normal circumstances maggie wouldn't be drinking. she'd probably be locked in her room or something on the computer or thinking up some other way to get out of this, because the "oh we're really getting into this engagement" thing wasn't cutting it. no it wasn't working in the slightest. it wasn't a silly scheme if you asked her. had her father been there in the few times maggie and luca had planned on one of those shock and awe moments she had no doubt that they would be on their way out of one such disastrous engagement. she was dead sure that if it had been juan corinthos and fausto giovanni that had walked through that elevator door the day they played up getting out of the shower together that her father would be suspicious and doubtful of his own plan. even now she knew that had he seen it all, he'd be sitting in his apartment rocking back and forth with worry that instead of pushing her out of the business he'd given her a ticket in.

-----but hey, that would have been the case if things had gone according to plan. wouldn't that feeling have been nice? instead of feeling the weight of this stupid assignment, and the finality of it all, the inescapable doom of it all, maggie would be out celebrating or hell she'd be back to her old job. selling drugs wasn't glamorous, she knew that, but it was something she knew and quite enjoyed. maggie got a kick out of seeing how desperate people could get. she liked getting a call late at night, walking through the alley to the meeting place and seeing a shaking man doubled over in pain as the effects wore off. it was the control. she was so used to never having the control in her life because of her father, that being able to wield the hand of yes or no, you got your drugs or not, was the only kind of power she had. she not only enjoyed it, she reveled in it. she was drunk with it. because that was all she'd ever been offered. being in valkyrie as a drug dealer had been the first real "job" maggie had gotten. it was her first taste of the business. little did she know what it would lead to, but at the time she was thoroughly engrossed in all of it. could you blame her? after being denied for so long? it was like she tugged on a locked door for five years and finally it moved a half an inch. it may have been small and she still might not have been able to get through, but she was still tugging and could see inside the room as she did so. yes she wanted in, if that much wasn't already obvious. she was at a huge disadvantage because she was working for someone she had no respect for, but it was either that or subject herself to being shot if she approached a rival cartel. maggie wasn't stupid. she was motivated, she was stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. she wasn't begging for a bullet to the skull despite the fact that that was looking to be her fate more and more as time passed.

-----so she was drunk. for the first time in her short "mob" career things felt helpless and she was getting drunk. sure this should have been the time where maggie set her sights further on getting out of this, after all she was practically a pitbull with how fiercely determined she could be, but one night spent drinking wouldn't probably do any damage. after all she was doomed no matter what. if she got out of this engagement then it was only a matter of time before juan either a) gave up trying to oust her and just shot her or b)gave her more assignments to fail. but if getting out didn't work she was faced with two choices a) marry luca and live out her life in misery till she took a bullet to the brain either by choice or by luca's hand or b) run away from the alter, valkyrie, the business, and everything and merge into what might resemble a normal life. ew. normal? that meant like...desk job and white picket fence did it not? that meant suffering through college to make a little more money or god forbid, actual marriage. hell no. maggie wasn't meant to be normal. like a little girl who grew up with the dreams that she was meant to be a star, maggie grew up knowing she wanted to be bad. one way or another that was going to happen, or so she hoped. it really would dash all of her dreams to hell if she couldn't get herself involved. what would she then be working toward? what the hell else was there for someone like herself to do? she was a prudent planner, sure. she was devious, yeah. but did that mean she was meant for anything other than this life? to be honest she couldn't see herself as something like a corporate raider. she was just destined for something more. she knew it deep in her bones. and she would admit it, if forming the words wasn't so difficult at the moment. she still couldn't even say abbreviation.

-----depite the fact that she didn't want to talk to him, maggie continued to press the phone to her ear. sorry to disappoint? ha! under sober circumstances maggie the laughter wouldn't have gone much past a thought, but now she was actually laughing. "no you're not. you absolutely hate me, and don't even bother denying it. you make be a hald-fecent actor but i see riiiight through you." she spun a little on her bar stool, back and forth, just staring down at the counter. "yo barkeep, 'nnother shot." she said with a smirk. he looked at her, looked at the empty shot glass and maggie could see he was debating on whether or not to actually give her another shot. "do it or i'll you'll regret it. youhave no idea hoo you're fucking with." with a roll of his eyes he gave her another shot. probably because he though her some snobby rich-girl and not the actual danger to society that maggie could prove to be. "ass," she said under her breath and still into the phone. in all honesty she forgot she was still holding it there. that was until he spoke again. "ah!" she said pulling the phone away before she laughed. "whoopsie. i forgot you." then it registered what he had said. get her? come get her? hell no she wanted nothing more to do with him. hell she was drinking because of him. "the hell you are..." maggie trailed off as she picked up her shot and downed it. the burn down her throat felt so good. "you're th reasn why i'm here. i don't want you." just as she finished speaking one of the DJs piped up over loudspeaker saying something about welcoming people to bare nightclub.

-----in her stupor maggie knew she luca could hear it and she put her hand over the portion of the phone where her ear went as opposed to where she spoke. with her hand over the wrong part of the phone, maggie shushed the DJ and hoped he would just get back to playing music. "just...leave me alone." maggie said into the phone as she put it back to her ear. as she did so the man who she'd up and kicked in the crotch came up behind her, grabbing her. "hey let go!" maggie said aloud as the man snatched the phone from her hand and put it on the bar before turning her around in the stool. "i don't like being made a fool of." to that maggie could only smirk. "you're gonna pay for what you did." minutes later, as maggie stumbled to the bar, bruised knuckles and all, she caught luca barreling in from the front door. great, another fight. well she'd beaten that other asshole even in her drunken state, why not take on the bane of her existence too while she was at it. and where did her phone go?

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tagged • laggie !
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[Luca Giovanni]

----LUCA STOOD UP FROM HIS SEAT on the stool in an attempt to get out of hearing range from rocco because maggie was yelling quite loud and dropping some bombs that violet probably wouldn't appreciate her son learning. as he walked away he was already looking for his keys and grabbing rocco's shoes. luca already decided what he was going to do. sucks to be her. the other thing that was wanting to hold him back was rocco, who was about thirteen years shy of getting into a club. the sad part was while most people would be worried about brining a child along, luca wasn't. another way to use his last name to his advantage. that was always the good thing about being directly blood related. say if he had another last name, he'd have to directly identify himself who he was associated with. but now, all he needed to mention was his last name and it was like the world was at his fingertips. it paid off, really, it did. on the other end, maggie was giving him a drunken speech about how he hated her and acting. she then immediately went into asking the bartender for another shot. he must have been hesitant since she yelled at him. luca didn't know why she was still on the line with him. while she was yelling he crouched over by rocco, holding the phone between his shoulder and head. "want to go for a drive?" he asked his nephew, who in response, nodded wildly. rocco shoved his socked feet in luca's face and luca started putting on the tennis shoes.

helping rocco down from the stool, luca heard, "whoopsie. i forgot you." he shook his head as he and rocco headed for the elevator. "yup, still here." the good thing about the club scene in valkyrie was that they were all within walking distance from each other. and luca, lived down town on main street. it would be less than a five minute drive. he know just had to figure out where she was. he doubted she was at underneath or nonsense. and probably not at that reed turner's new coyote ugly bar. he knew that all the pretty high schoolers went to bare. that place was always popular and busy. or, she was at salsa. maggie was mexican, it made sense. he just couldn't make out what music was really playing in the background. the elevator creaked down to the empty gallery (he was getting to that) below. as they were walking out the back door, maggie didn't seem to happy that he was coming to get her. well, tough shit. it helped that in the background, he finally heard someone saying 'bare nightclub.' good, eliminated salsa and now luca knew where he was headed.

he unlocked the doors and opened the backseat allowing rocco to climb in. "seat belt," he reminded rocco and walked around the other side into the driver's seat. he started the car and started backing up when he heard, "hey let go!" of course she'd get herself in trouble, of course. luca sighed as he heard faint voices and assumed either the phone was thrown across the club, dropped, or was set down. he sighed greatly, aggravated again with maggie. he punched the 'end' button angrily and tossed it into the cup holder. "luca, where are we going?" luca's eyes flicked towards the rear view momentarily and saw rocco sitting in the middle seat staring at him. "we have to get... a friend of mine. that's all, bud. but hey, can you do me a favor?" luca turned onto the main street and saw rocco nod when he looked in the mirror again. "let's not tell your mom that we're doing this, ok?" luca was driving maybe a few notches above the limit, but he was glad that traffic wasn't bad tonight. "why?" it was a typical child question, luca was expecting it. "it'll be our little secret, ok?" there was a few beats silent in the backseat and then, "ok!" good. though luca wasn't positive that rocco wouldn't tell violet, he believed he would. kids would gladly keep secret if they felt like they were getting away with something.

luca parked across the street from the club. as it always did, there was a line. he turned the car off and got out. he knew he couldn;t leave rocco in the car. that was just a no. anyone could come buy and take him. the safest place for rocco was with him right now. rocco opened the door and hopped out himself. "stay close, ok, bud?" rocco grabbed luca's hand and both of them looked both ways and ran across the street. looking confident and not worried he was toting a kid with him, luca walked straight up to the front of the line. all his potential worries about not being able to bring rocco in vanished when he saw who was the bouncer. "petey, man. how's it going?" with luca's free arm he slapped pete on the side of the shoulder. pete was a very burly looking dude with buzz cut hair. his black t-shirt looked three times too small as it brought out just how big his arms was. pete was a client. one that luca could actually stand because he stayed good on his word and paid when luca came by. even though all clients owed him money at some point there were the ones that you had to beat to get the money and the ones that were just too terrified to not pay that they paid every friday with the exact amount. pete was the latter. "i'm good, i'm good." pete said, only looking slightly nervous. "you want to come in?" he started unhooking the velvet rope. "yeah, yeah, can i?" it was then rocco poked his head out from behind luca's legs and pete zeroed in on the little boy. "ahhh, luca. i can't. i'd get in trouble." luca shook his hand out in front of him, "naw, i wouldn't let that happen. you know me, pete. we just have to get someone in there. we'll be in and out in a few minutes."

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"cooollll," rocco said as they were greeted with flashing lights, scantily clad women, and the smell of heavy drinking. it was surprising that no one really noticed that luca was toting along a little kid as the two navigated themselves in between people to get to the bar. luca looked up and saw maggie looking their way. to get their quicker, luca just scooped rocco up in his arms and carried him the rest of the way. he put rocco on the counter. he looked down at maggie's hand which burned brightly, even he could see that she just got done with a fight. he rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, inspecting it. he was making sure it wasn't broken or anything. why he cared, he didn't know. "i leave you alone for an hour..." luca shook his head. well whoever the fuck she did this too might be coming back, more pissed off than before. luca saw the bartender look at him like he was an idiot. "hey, you can't bring a -" "you, shut up," he said sternly and pointed at the bartender. he then shifted his attention to maggie, "and you're coming with me before whoever you did this to comes back with friends."

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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, BARE NIGHTCLUB, DECEMBER 2007

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-----maggie was no handicap when it came to fights. in fact she was pretty damn good against any man or woman you could throw at her. she had been trained and she had been trained well in any style she could think of that was available to her in tijuana. it had all started when she was a kid, before she'd even considered being part of the business. hell she'd been in self defense classes since before she'd known what the "business" actually was. yes, that long ago. it had started with minor self defense courses at about five. she'd learned the standard kind of stuff that would get a little kid out of the death grip of some rival gang. it wasn't much. a lesson on eye gouging, kicking, screaming when grabbed, but even a little kid couldn't handle too much. there was no heavy lifting or anything. by twelve she started getting into martial arts. it was simple karate, nothing fancy, but it taught her how to defend herself more efficiently and taught maggie self control. by then she'd known about the business and the fact that she would need that kind of icy control if she ever wanted to make it anywhere under her father's rule. little did she know what she was in for. she'd also learned kickboxing at about fifteen, standard bar brawling from the goonies her father had hired. maggie knew how to defend herself. the fact that luca would assume that she would be helpless in a fight, even in her drunken state, was just and insult. she could handle herself quite well, and had done so without much help from her night in shining armor. in fact it hadn't been much of a challenge at all for the seasoned fighter. she had taken care of him in no time.

-----though luca had heard her protest to being grabbed, that was probably the extent of it. what he hadn't heard was him pulling her away from the bar, through the crowd, down the dark hallway to the alley. even in her tequila-induce fuzz she could read his thoughts like they were being teleprompted across his forehead. he figured he'd slap her around a little, teach her right from wrong, and while she was down for the count he'd have his way with her. ha. let the bastard try. after the doors to the club shut behind them he'd ran with her toward the wall. as if on autopilot maggie shot out her feet, caught the wall, bent at the knees and pushed out with all her might, sending the man to the flat of his back. she was even up before him, wobbling slightly but that was beside the point. he's made a sad attempt at running at her and she'd kicked him square in the jaw, watching him collapse to the ground like a pathetic rag doll. of course with a solid kick like that he was out cold. maggie pushed him up against the dumpster, gave him one solid crack across the cheek as a little token to remember her by, and walked back into the club. easy peasy. she could do this shit in her sleep. she walked back into the club from the back, dusting off her clothes with ease as she walked back up to the bar. she was sure she'd left her stuff right here. well it wasn't like she'd had a choice. it was hard to grab your belongings when someone had their arms wrapped around you, dragging you out against your will. "my phone pooofed." she said with a frustrated pout on her lips. from the corner of her eye she caught sight of someone moving toward her. by the time she'd gotten a chance to look up, luca was there. he sat down the young boy in his arms and took her hand. "ow." she said as he poked at her knuckles.

-----maggie pulled back her hand, rolling her eyes as he spoke. bad, wicked bad idea. the rolling of her eyes made her dizzy and made her wobble on her feet. "woah hoh ho." she said as she balanced herself out, propping herself up with the hand that wasn't bruised. "where the hell did my phone go?" she looked down the bar and couldn't see any sign of the slim, black device. "barkeep! my phone and a shot." she said as the man approached, getting onto luca about having a kid in the club. she snickered a laugh as luca shut him up, her laughter disappearing as that damned little finger turned from the bartender to her. "don't you point that thing at me." maggie said swatting his hand away. "i mst certainly amnot!" she said over the sound of the music, emphasizing her words by planting her cute little butt on the bar stool. "besides. that ashhole isn't coming back. he's out like a light." she smiled at the thought, holding her hand in the air and making a motion like she was pulling on an imaginary string "clink." she looked up to see rocco mimicking her behavior and it put a smile on her face. you got it little man." she held her hand out for a high five and got one before luca grabbed her hand and yanked her off the bar stool. "hey!" she protested, pushing away from him. "i have had 'nough of this man handling crap. i'm not one of your favorite hookers. you can't trrreat me like crap."

-----since the alcohol had killed the filter in her head that would usually keep her mouth away from blurting out her stream of thoughts, she managed to frown and look down at the ground. "doesn't matter though. you always treat me like crap." in that one moment she looked like the teenager that she actually was. scared, alone, and drunk off her ass she looked truly vulnerable for the first time since she'd met luca. apparently luca had enough by that point. he grabbed her arm and tried to force her way out of the club. but she didn't want to go. she tugged against him until she realized that didn't work. with his last tug she used that momentum as she open-palm bitch slapped him across the face. "let me go!" she said angrily, any sense of vulnerability being immediately replaced by red-hot anger. "i. said. nooo." she said slowly so that it might get through his thick skull. laughter from the bar brought her back to reality. she looked over to see rocco with a smile on his face, clapping. well at least one person enjoyed the show. aw damn it. now it hit her that she was being an idiot. well no sense in downplaying what she'd done by this point. so she remained stubborn. she turned her attention back to luca, crossed her arms over her chest in a stubborn show of defiance, and glared at him.

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[Luca Giovanni]

----LUCA HAD A LOW TOLERANCE FOR BULLSHIT. but, as you could see, he was putting up with a lot of as of late. he suddenly realized he dealt with sober maggie than he was doing with drunk maggie. maybe because, at least when she wasn't hammered, it was like arguing with an adult. now... well, it just proved to him that when it all came down to it, he was getting married to a typical teenage girl. right now, he felt like a father scolding his daughter for acting out. he was tired, he had rocco with him, and he was dragged out to bare to deal with this. what was keeping him from going completely off the handle on her was that rocco was sitting here with complete fascination of what was going on in front of him. his little nephew didn't know about what luca did. he didn't feel like rolling out the big guns in front of the five year old. that could be traumatizing. luca was rocco's hero. he didn't want the little boy to change his mind just because he witnessed luca losing it.

her attention was all over the place which was understandable considering she had one too many. she started asking where her phone was. rocco was staring at her in awe. rocco was young so he didn't remember a lot, but luca never really brought him around women. rocco did meet some models when he'd tag-along on photoshoots and he did meet london a few times while luca was dating her, but beyond that, not really. luca could tell that there were a million question springing into rocco's mind and would probably start asking them at any moment. her eyes narrowed and swatted his hand away when he pointed at her. if rocco wasn't staring intently at them, if the bartender didn't keep looking at them, and if they weren't in a busy club, luca probably would have pulled out his gun, point it at her and ask if she would rather have him point this at her. but he kept his mouth shut and gapingly stared at her when she said she wasn't going anywhere and planted herself back on the bar stool. he was dealing with a child. someone acting worse than kid rocco's age acted when they didn't want to do something. you have got to me kidding me. who exactly was he babysitting here?

when she said that the person she fought was out like a light, luca glanced behind him, searching for something amidst with the crowd. especially someone who looked pissed off or a group that was staring this way. seeing nothing completely out of the ordinary, he turned back to see rocco mimicking her. maggie gave him a high five and luca? well, he just about had enough of this. he grabbed maggie hand and started tugging her. she twisted out of it quite easily and starting bitching at him. "what's a hooker?" he heard rocco ask as luca picked him up and put him back on the ground. luca normally didn't do this, but this time, he just ignored his nephew and told maggie, "you're drunk, i'm tired, and you're acting like a child. i'm not leaving unless you're with me."

"doesn't matter though. you always treat me like crap." luca stopped and sighed. what? was she getting soft on him or something? yeah... he did always treat her like crap. but, come on, like she cared. they argued, the fought, that was just who they were. how did she want him to treat her? he shifted uncomfortable on his feet when she looked like she might cry or something. he didn't do well with girls that cried. all, emotional and shit, not really a strong point for him. he didn't know really what to say, so instead he just grabbed her arm again and started pulling her towards the door. he told pete a few minutes. they were already past that mark and luca was sure pete was sweating his balls off wondering what was taking so long and if luca got caught with a kid. luca saw rocco following them and the stress of watching after two people and making sure they all left in one piece came to him. maggie was being defiant and rocco was severely underage. maggie struggled against him quite roughly. she managed to break free once more and she slapped him right across the face. luca's head turned slightly on impact as he realized that maggie just bitch-slapped him. ok, now he was pissed. and it didn't help that rocco was laughing at him, almost like he was encouraging maggie to do some more damage.

"i. said. nooo." with that, she crossed her arms across her chest and stared him down like she was telling him she had more from where that came from. hm, yeah? well so did he. luca took a deep breath and exhaled as they stared each other down. "ok, i guess we're doing it the hard way, then," he told her, stepping close and bending down to hook his arms right below her butt. he hoisted her up throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. yeah, he knew she'd protest, but he didn't care. "come on rocco. we're going home." steadying maggie on his shoulder with one arm, his free hand held rocco's again to make sure he didn't lose him in the crowd. luca pushed his way through, amazed that no one really stopped him because one, he had a child with him and two he was taking a girl out who very clearly didn't want to go with him. society today, jesus. luca pushed his way out the door where people in the line only stared and pete looked relieved. they walked across the street, rocco getting in the back seat and luca did put maggie down until he was on the passenger side. he opened the door for her and said, "get in." he positioned his body so that she couldn't get away. and then he heard a voice from the back, "is she your girlfriend?"

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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, BARE NIGHTCLUB, DECEMBER 2007

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-----on any normal day, maggie was much better company than the drunk girl who stood defiant as she faced off with her, bleh, fiance. there was a reason why she didn't often go out drinking and an even better reason why she didn't drink when she was pissed off, because this silly, giggly, woozy mess of a person was who she turned into. now maggie could be a decent drunk. well she hadn't been drunk in public enough times to tell but in most cases she had been a fun drunk. the kind of girl who would hop on a table for fun as long as other people joined her. the kind of girl who would flirt but wouldn't do anything superbly dangerous. but when you mixed into the situation heaps of stress that maggie wasn't use to, this was the product. she became angry, bitter, and stubborn as a mule. or at least that was what the effects of the night were telling her. they told her that stress plus tequila equaled trouble. because maggie had never had a weight so big on her shoulders, she'd never had to go out and drown her problems. this was a first and as far as making things better, well it hadn't gone as planned. but she did feel a little lighter. she stood a little taller, she felt a tinge bit better, but all of that weight would come right back the moment she was sober, and that would be paired with an equally shitty hangover. oh goody. so much to look forward to! what was sad was that, as if she'd been trapped in a cage, sober maggie was shaking her head in disgust. right now she was being incredibly pitiful but thankfully she was too drunk to give a shit. she'd regret it, and a whole lot more, in the morning.

-----it seemed like nothing short of a freight train was going to stop her now. she was on a roll. first kicking an innocent, though annoying man, getting drunk off her ass, beating up the same man to add insult to injury, snubbing luca in front of his nephew, and now she was hitting him. not to say he didn't deserve it because clearly he did. after the stunts he pulled at the benefit maggie would say that the correct form of punishment would be not less harsh than castration. yeah, that sounded about right. let him bear no children and spare the world the pain of more little lucas running around. ew. she shivered at the thought. "well i'm certainly not leaving with you so go away." she mumbled under her breath. she hated being so vulnerable in front of him even for a moment. she didn't like being vulnerable in front of anyone but him? of all the people in the world who could see her vulnerable it had to be him? where was justice in the world. oh yes, it had turned it's back on maggie. criminals didn't deserve justice. not even the cosmic kind. but in all actuality, maggie did care. she didn't necessarily care about his opinion, or maybe she did, she couldn't tell, but for the first time in her life people were paying attention to her, judging her, and for her to be judged as so low...well it hurt. luca never made it any better by keeping the snippy little comments going, and maggie always said something back to try to ease the hurt, but it didn't change what was actually going on deep inside. somewhere so deep maggie could hardly even recognize what was happening. but he did hurt her. time and time again. and he hadn't had the slightest clue. for what it was worth, neither had maggie.

-----maggie cracked him a solid one across the face. so hard she could hear it bounce off the dancers on the dance floor and reverberate in her ears. "damn that felt good." she said with a giddy smile, her smile widened when she saw rocco's reaction to it. "you deserved that." she said pointedly. in her opinion it was completely true. luca had been nothing but cruel since the day they'd met and she'd been wanting to hit him and oh so much more since that day. at least she got to get in one solid hit. that was enough to satisfy her...for now. her eyes narrowed at him as he spoke. what the hell did he mean by tha- suddenly she was airborne, luca's shoulder cutting into her middle as he lifted her and started walking toward the door. "you are such an ass!" she said angrily, kicking out. kick to the gut, kick to the thigh. punch to the back. she hoped she left a bruise or two. she stopped fighting by the time they reached the front door but apparently not enough for luca to put her down. this wasn't working well for her. the jostling and the shoulder to her stomach was making her extremely queasy. not a good mix. "downn." she said as the lights of the club faded away. where the hell were they? finally luca put her down and maggie immediately doubled over, her hands wrapped around her middle. "so hate you right now." maggie moaned as her stomach tried to right itself. but, shock and awe, luca didn't care. he just demanded she get into the car and after a minute she finally did. she seated herself in the passenger's seat, her knees pulled to her chest and her arms hugging around her legs.

-----"god no" maggie said in reply to rocco before the door shut beside her. girlfriend implied caring. girlfriend implied some bit of respect. the way luca treated her she was no better than a fucking doormat. yeah, it was a nice feeling. she stayed curled up like that for the entire drive back to luca's loft. she didn't notice that that was where they were headed until she could see it in the distance. "uh uh. no way. take me home." luca readily ignored her as he pulled into the parking lot. the moment he stopped maggie reached for the door and let herself out. instead of toward his loft, maggie turned toward the sidewalk. she was walking home damn it. she didn't want to spend one more god damned second with luca and she was determined for that to end now, this very minute. so she was headed home, more like stumbling, but you get the point.

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[Luca Giovanni]

----HE WISH HIS CAR HAD CHILD'S LOCK on the passenger side's door. though, if the car was moving, would she be stupid enough to jump out? she was drunk. of course she would. after luca put her down, he thought she was going to be sick. repeatedly bouncing off his shoulder on her stomach, he'd definitely think she'd start throwing up what she digested less than a couple hours ago. when she didn't throw up, he thought that she couldn't possibly be hurt. if that hurt then he should do that more often. he was the one that got the bad end of the stick since she kicked and punched him all the way out of the club. she said that she hated him right now. well, he sort of already knew that. "i'm being nice right now. i could have thrown you in the trunk." he waited until she slid into the seat. when rocco asked if maggie was his girlfriend, he snorted and maggie replied with a most definite no. the funny thing was, they were forced to skip the whole thing. they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, no. they were full on engaged. not that rocco would be able to understand that.

hopes that rocco would fall asleep from being so exhausted and up late was wishful thinking on luca's part because he could tell rocco would be up now. there was too much fun stuff going on. of course, luca didn't see it as fun, (it was becoming more of a chore) but for a little boy that snuck out in the middle of the night, went to a place that even he knew he shouldn't be and was sworn to secrecy, and a girl he had never met before now joined their company. if luca was in rocco's shoes, he'd want to stay up too. maggie should thank rocco for being here because if luca came by himself, then things probably would have gone differently. there would have probably been a lot more strong language on luca's part. more yelling and arguing. she wouldn't have gotten away with that slap either. luca would have been a thousand times more aggressive towards her and he definitely wouldn't have stayed that long beating around her bullshit bush. once luca shut the door, he walked over to the driver's side, jammed the key in the ignition and took off down the street. the ride was just as awkward as the drive was to and from los angeles earlier in the evening. luca lazily had in right hand on the wheel and the left one was propped up on the widow's edge. he stroked his chin as they headed back to his loft. why was he doing this? if he didn't care, he would have hung up the phone and continued on with the night. instead he hauled rocco with him down to a club and forced maggie to leave with him. for what? was he really going to force her to stay at his place? he could just take her back to her apartment, but then, she could go out again. see what happened when he first dropped her off? this.

but then there were certain statements she said during their conversation that made him think. like he "deserved" that bitch slap. well, yeah. probably. luca deserved many things, good and bad. probably a lot of bad things, hehe. let's see, maggie called him both a bastard and an ass tonight. well, he called her a psycho bitch and a child, so that sort of evened out the name calling, right? what really bothered him though was when she told him that he always treated her like crap. it puzzled him. that was what they did. they bitched, complained, and fought. how was he to know that she didn't like that? hey, this was a two way street here. she treated him horribly, too. this was just they way they were. how was he to know that this didn't sit well with her? was he being too mean? he guessed he never realized it. this was what he hated about everything involving her. she claims to be tough-as-nails and fire back when he talks smack. however, she turns around and looks sad and alone when she seems upset that he treats her not like he should. he was confused. she was confusing him and luca did not like that. him and maggie were always black and white, but now he was looking at this gray matter and not liking it. there was suppose to be no gray between them.

"uh uh. no way. take me home." luca was hoping she was just drunk she wouldn't even notice they were almost back to his place so he ignored her and drove the last half mile. the three were now back at the loft and luca turned the car off. maggie's door opened before luca could even get take the keys out. "where's she going?" both luca and rocco watched maggie. "i don't know." when maggie turned away from the door luca took his seat belt off. "stay here, bud," luca told rocco and hopped out. a quick jog was all it took to catch up to her. she was stumbling. she had to be joking about walking home. she'd probably pass out by the time she got to the corner and look like a prostitute that got left for dead on the corner she worked. yeah, luca knew better than to tease her about that now. "maggie, wait." he waited until she turned around. "i know i'm probably the last person you want to be around, but just, come inside and sleep this off. i'm just... trying to help. only i'm allowed to kill you, remember?" he half-smiled and shrugged. "i promise i won't be mean and you can go back to hating me in the morning."

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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
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-----under most circumstances maggie could handle anything that luca had to throw at her. just look at how well their first run in had gone. maggie could break noses and much more than that. but she honestly hadn't been prepared for every single thing to go wrong all at once. she had a lot on her plate, and she didn't have the kind of support that luca had. it was simply something he could never begin to understand and no i'm not talking about a woman in a man's world kind of bullshit. luca had lived his life with his uncle's blessing. he was one of the golden boys, the one who you came to when a problem needed to be solved because luca could handle that. but aside from being leaned on when you need a favor, he also had a massive family unit behind him. sure some relationships were crap, some were better than most. that much could be said in just about any family. the same went for the corinthos family, as long as it included j.r., juan, and well...anyone but maggie. she didn't have that kind of familial support and respect. aside from her brother there was really no one in the world she could go to for help, and as intimidating as j.r. was, he was not the backup kind of support she needed. so yeah, luca may have been used to having more to deal with than usual, especially now when they had a looming wedding day hanging over their heads, but he at least had some people he could fall back on.

-----she really was taking on more than she could chew, and half of that was not her fault. her business, the art of selling drugs, was faulty and had been since the corinthos-giovanni meet and greet. she hadn't had a chance to get back to doing the only thing she seemed to fully understand. dealing was relatively easy. her "father" had a dock or two in valkyrie which made getting product into the country as simple as one could possibly imagine. that had never been the problem. in fact, her late business had never been a part of the problem. it was something she enjoyed, it made her money, it gave her some semblance of power, and it was all hers. it was her first job on her own, it was her first time calling the shots, and now the one thing she'd been given had been neglected. she loved that business, even if it was what most would consider grunt work. she still loved the nitty gritty of it all. it attracted her like adrenaline, and apparently alcohol. so her business was going down the tubes, chip number one. secondly her brother was shacking up in her apartment, stealing her bed when she was playing up her front at luca's loft. that was just weird and mostly a minor annoyance, so we'll call that one a pebble instead of a chip. there was the whole marriage thing too which had multiplied into a full grown boulder atop her shoulders. the partnership, that was a pebble, maybe a chip, but the engagement changed all of that. oh right, and last but not least, her father's past was coming back to haunt her. her father's old rivals the castillos were in town and doing research on maggie and her brother. that was a huge relief. at least she knew that if luca didn't kill her, the castillos would. she'd never really felt doomed before. wow this must be how it felt...it sucked.

-----maggie fully intended on walking home. if luca wouldn't drive her there, fine, she could walk it. strike that she would walk it. she would get home with blisters on her feet and the beginnings of a hang over, but she was going to go home. she stumbled her way to the sidewalk and began her trek. like dorothy following the yellow freakin' brick road she walked, that was until she heard luca's voice trailing behind her. god what the fuck did he want now? she looked over her shoulder at him, her body turning with it as she came to a complete stop. "what?" she asked with a frustrated, exasperated stomp. what more punishment was he going to give her tonight? could it not wait until morning till she'd iced over and could actually take it? 'i know i'm probably the last person you want to be around,' she couldn't stop herself as she nodded in agreement. yeah he was pretty spot on there. it wasn't really an argumentative nod, just simply acknowledging that he was hedging in the right direction. as the last part of what he'd said sunk in, maggie blinked back a twinge of shock. he wanted her to go inside? why? she figured dying cold and alone on the hard concrete would make him feel better, would help him sleep better at night. now he was asking her to go inside? her head was spinning enough, maggie didn't need luca's help in confusing her any more than she already was. she glared at him for a moment as he said something about being the only one allowed to kill her, before she saw the half smile and just shrugged her shoulders and chuckled. "short of a miracle that's pretty much a guarantee." maggie said with yet another chuckle. "alright fine. but only because my feet are killing me."

-----no they weren't, but it just sounded better to her. she looked over at him for a moment, waiting for the brutal, asshole-ish luca to reemerge, but so far he hadn't. before he could notice her really looking, she started walking again, this time in the direction of luca's loft. as she approached, maggie saw the back door to luca's car open and rocco slid out hurrying to her side. kids picked the damnedest times to want to hang out or get to know you, but at this point maggie could use the break. besides, she couldn't help but see her youngest sister when she looked at him. they were about the same age and everything. suddenly she just saw too much of hannah to control herself. she grabbed rocco up, seating him on her hip as she walked toward the loft. "mind holding this?" she said to the young boy as she offered him her purse. as he took it maggie could only smile at him. it had been so long since she'd been around kids. one would hardly know that maggie had a soft spot for them.

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[Luca Giovanni]

----LUCA COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY HE WAS BEING so nice. nice was just not what he did. he still kind of felt guilty for being too rough with maggie. when you are drunk you tend to admit the things you wouldn't say when sober, right? luca wouldn't know since surprisingly, he had never been hammered. he was too professional, he knew a million things could go wrong if he wasn't on top of things or had a clear mind. call him a stick in the mud or whatever, maggie sure thought that. he also didn't understand why he was being so persistent on having her come inside. he said it was because he brought her here. but could it be that maybe he wanted to keep an eye on her? he felt like he was responsible for her? to maybe appear that he wasn't a total tool? he didn't know. all he did know was that this was a long ending of a very long evening that all began with going to that benefit for his uncle.luca believed he was just too tired and defeated to really argue with her. besides, if she was going to walk home now, he'd feel obligated to driver her there. frankly, he was just too tired to even get back in the car. he'd probably end up running off the road. violet was already going to kill him for taking rocco to bare, luca was pressing his luck tonight.

"alright fine. but only because my feet are killing me." seems like both sides were bringing out the white flags and calling it a draw. it felt weird. that for once they weren't trying to out-do the other, or bitch about the upcoming marriage. they were just acting...normal. luca could have said many different remarks to her, but for some reason, he didn't. she could still be the stubborn psycho bitch that she was and continue walking to her apartment, but she wasn't. could this be the beginning of something different between the two? no way, luca felt like laughing. they hated each other, they tried to kill each other. things like that don't change. with maggie as drunk as she was, he was just hoping that she wouldn't remember any of this. luca was willing to forget her sad and lost look if she just forgot him not acting like an asshole. everything was easier when they were use to the others personality. this getting to know the other sides of each other was making everything complicated.

maggie turned back around and started heading back the way she came. as the two approached the car, he heard the door open and close and soon enough, rocco was fluttering toward maggie's side like a moth to a flame. she picked him up and luca hoped she wouldn't tip over, being drunk and all. luca didn't know that much about her family life. he knew she had some siblings and knew for sure that that j.r. dude was her older brother. but the way she was looking at rocco made him believe that had some younger siblings. he watched rocco too, who was just staring at maggie. she was definitely a character, that was for sure. luca was positive that rocco hadn't really encountered a person like her yet. he held her purse quite tightly when maggie handed it to him and just a few steps more the three were in the ancient elevator climbing up to the second floor at a little more than a snail's pace.

luca ran his hand through his hair repeatedly. he liked having things in control and he knew things weren't in his control anymore. he pulled the elevator doors opened when they reached the top and luca went over to the kitchen counter and took the gun he had on him out and placed it in one of the cupboards. where it always went when rocco was over. out of reach. rocco was gibbering quite excitedly to maggie about his coloring books and his toy cars. luca decided to clean the ice cream bowls out. they had left in a hurry and now the extra ice cream was melted and starting to dry at the edges. when he finished with that he went over to the couch where rocco must have dragged maggie to. he pulled rocco up by his hands, tossing him up and grabbing his waist. "bud. you know... it's really late. you're gonna have to clock out soon." rocco frowned. "but i- but i want to stay with maggie." luca glanced over to maggie but right back to rocco. "yeah, but i'm sure maggie is going to pass out any minute now." he grinned, he couldn't help it. she was probably going to be lovely in the morning with her hangover. "how about you go brush your teeth. she'll still be here in the morning." luca put rocco down and he tore off towards the bathroom. luca hesitated but ended up sitting down on the couch. "looks like you gained a fan." he folded his arms across his chest. "i don't really have a box of ex girlfriends' clothes, but if you don't want to crash in that, you can just borrow some of mine," he offered, knowing how weird it sounded coming out of his mouth. but she was wearing this corset thing. wouldn't she like suffocate in the middle of the night? luca didn't know, but he thought he should offer. he doubted if she went back to her apartment like she planned, she'd go to sleep with what she was wearing. "but if you're going to throw up, do it in the bathroom."

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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
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-----there was a big of a stagnant moment between the two of them as they wavered between what should be said and who should say it. it was as if one was waiting for the other to finally break this miraculous and unbelievably long nice streak and make the first snippy remark, you know, to start the whole process over again. they were like two gladiators in the ring. all that they knew was fighting one another. when they stood there, facing one another without a battle they were pretty much useless. before luca could get a chance to say something that would start this all up again, because she could see it brewing on his face, maggie headed toward the loft, now with rocco in tow. she handed over her purse and watched as rocco held onto it for dear life. god that kid was adorable. he had such spunk. back home there was dominic. he wasn't so much a little tyke any more, you could say. the kid was fourteen years old. he was just getting to the age that maggie had been when she'd been pushing for her first assignment. hell it was at dominic's age that maggie had designed her first shipment routes. but then there was little hannah. she was the latest in a long line of whoops babies. well almost every one of juan's children were whoops babies starting with maggie. from there it had just been one accident after another over a span of about fourteen years. god did the man not know what protection was? well dominic was a cheating whoops, maggie was a drunken whoops, who knew what kind of explanations there were for bella and dominic. oye. one way or another, every kid after j.r., maybe raoul, was not intended to exist.

-----it had been so long since maggie had been around younger kids. not since she'd left the corinthos home to do her own thing in the states. not only was she alone in valkyrie, or had been before all the corinthos kids seemed to migrate here, but she'd also been hundreds of miles away from the only, dysfunctional, family she'd ever known. that was weird. but it was the youngest girls that maggie got along with the most. in the grand scheme of things one could almost here that and laugh. how many times since she'd left home had she gotten along with anyone of the same gender? within a week of arriving she'd verbally torn to shreds some stupid blond in the club. the stupid blond wound up being donny's new little tramp, good for him, but that was all beside the point. aside from a select few, widow, allegra, and that was about it, there were no other females in valkyrie that maggie got along with. needless to say that she didn't really get along with the guys either. luca was a good point for her argument. even as he steadily walked behind them, heading toward the elevator as well, maggie was sure he was thinking all kinds of things about her. because he hated her. there was nothing more on the matter. he was a cold, heartless bastard and he hated her. case closed. end of story. as she held little rocco, she still couldn't help but feel that bitter twang of pain in her heart. a pain of leaving behind her younger siblings and to do what? to fall into her father's trap? that was exactly what she'd done was it not? still the little boy did make her smile and right now a smile was worth a whole helluva lot to maggie.

-----she leaned in and nuzzled the boy, pretending to nip at his neck and make him giggle as the ancient elevator creaked it's way up to luca's loft. he really should invest on having this thing checked out. it moved much too slow to be healthy. who knows, one day the thing could crap out on him and he'd wind up stuck there for days, this was in the ideal world where her planned had worked and the elevator crapped out after their engagement did. ha! finally as the doors started to open, maggie released rocco in a fake "drop" catching him before his feet were anywhere near the floor. just to give him that little rush of a feeling. the moment his little feet hit solid ground he grabbed her hand, actually two fingers, and pulled her into the loft. she seated herself on the couch after being dragged into what would qualify as the living room, all smiles as rocco showed her everything that luca had to keep him entertained. huh. who would have guessed. maggie had seen the coloring books and stuff the first time she'd been in the loft but for some reason associating them with rocco, here, made the connection all the more real. she looked up at luca walked into the room, heaving rocco up and sending him off to brush his teeth. she watched him tear off toward the bathroom and chuckled, luca's figure blocking her view as he sat down. "he's incredible." she said in partial amazement. "reminds me of my youngest sister." then he started talking about clothing.

-----since she was still stuck with the effects of too much alcohol it took her a minute to make the connection. oh right, she was sleeping here. "oh. yeah thanks." she said slightly shocked. something about this felt to weird. it was too...oh what do you call it...normal! "once rocco's out i'll go grab something." now that he mentioned it, this outfit was feeling more and more constricting by the minute. she laughed as luca spoke up again, patting him on the knee before she stood up. "i know that's just concern for your living room floor but don't worry, i should be fine." she heard the water turn off in the bathroom and walked into the "bedroom." she grabbed the nearest, biggest shirt she could find and headed toward the bathroom before rocco even opened up the door. when he did, he looked up at her and maggie held out a hand to him. "tag me in!" she said enthusiastically, smiling as rocco gave her his all and swatted her palm. "ow! good one." she faked and rocco happily dashed off to the living room. once inside, with the door closed behind her, maggie wriggled herself out of her top of choice, bad choice by the way, and her jeans. basically she climbed out of all of her clothes but her panties. "mother-!" she cursed as she looked at her spider-weave coverall. the bastard who grabbed her had ripped it and she hadn't even noticed. with a roll of the eyes, maggie slid into the shirt which fell distinctly to about her upper thigh. it wasn't really that terrible, just the fact that it was a shirt made it strange, but it wasn't any shorter than some of the dresses she'd worn before.

-----she folded up her clothes, grabbed her boots and walked out of the bathroom, setting her clothes on a table out of the way before she made her way back to the couch. the moment she sat down, rocco was in her lap, a coloring book in hand. maggie cradled him slightly, looking on as he described his drawings between more and more frequent yawns. she brushed her fingers through his hair as he talked and before she knew it, rocco was dozing off in her arms.

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[Luca Giovanni]

----ROCCO WAS LUCA'S ONLY REAL connection to anything childlike. all this cousins were teenagers, he himself never had siblings, and for the most part. none of his cousins had had kids yet. besides violet, but that was unintended. luca really hated babies. when he was younger and he's hold like say, constantino or angie, it was awkward. especially when they would start crying and you didn't know what to do with them so you shove them in a way of an adult and leave the room to avoid feeling obligated to hold them again. that was luca. he just didn't like him. if he had a choice, babies would be born already at the age of about three. that way the could shit in a toilet, know what they're saying, not cry when you held them, and they just flat out told you what was up. when babies cried it had the posibility of being three things. one, they soiled their diaper. two, they were tired. or three, they were hungry. the only child that was an exception of luca's preconceived thoughts on them was one rocco giovanni. maybe because he had more of a connection to him. hell, rocco wasn't really his nephew, as luca wasn't really his uncle, but he liked to think of violet more of his little sister than his cousin. he was rocco's godfather, that really only sounded badass since he was italian. but it was all about watching rocco grow. seeing rocco grow a fondness towards luca like he was some sort of father figure. always watching out for him when his mother couldn't. luca would give his right hand for rocco. this made luca feel like he and maggie actually had something in common outside of the organized crime world. she had a little sister. luca would bet she would do anything for.

luca honestly didn't even know if he wanted kids. he wasn't really in the stage where he met a girl he wanted to settle down with. career first, wife second, then have kids. of course, that was what he had been telling himself. he really couldn't say that stuff anymore since his uncle mapped out the rest of his life. all because he wasn't married and having a kid on the way. since most of his uncles were already married for a few years to their wives and expecting children right now, it was only tradition for the second generation gio kids to be starting families now too. of all of them, it had to be luca who'd get married first. he found it ridiculous since he wasn't one to go out looking for a girlfriend. his priorities weren't family first, career later. he was probably the worst candidate for this position. getting married, ha! but it all came back to luca and his position on a personal life. he didn't want one. if he could be business all day everyday he would. he'd travel wherever his uncle sent him, he'd do whatever his uncle told him. didn't families tend to make you hesitate? with the possible dying part? it was always so much easier going out on a job knowing no one was really worried about you. it wouldn't seem that way but it was oddly comforting and didn't cloud your mind up.

while rocco was in the bathroom, maggie said she'd go find something once he was out. luca felt like he should go with her. not while she changed, of course, but at least point her in the direction on his clothes, but he didn't. he almost didn't trust himself. he'd make a comment and most likely ruin whatever civil moment they were in at the moment. acting normal wasn't nearly as exhausting as fighting. who would have guessed that? she patted him on the knee when she got up. weird, it didn't hurt. because luca was definitely feeling some sore spots on his back from maggie's drunken tantrum. a few minutes later, rocco came waddling out, colors and coloring books in hand as he seemed to studiously wait for maggie, his little eyes fixed on the bathroom door.luca could tell rocco was winding down, he could tell it by the way he stood. shoulder dropped, lazily hanging on to the coloring book.

then maggie came out, wearing one of his shirts, that was already too big, and fell barely below her upper thigh. so why did he suggest his clothes? suffocation, right. and really in the back of his mind, he knew she was going to just wear one of his t-shirts. it's not like she was going to pull out one of his jean pants, or something like that. he eyebrows raised slightly when she came back over to the couch. even in her drunken stupor, he believed she wore that just so that it ate at him. rocco was on her lap again within seconds, starting to color, and all luca could do was just watch them and their interactions. it was like he was doing a study on them or something. after a few more minutes, rocco was nodding off, the grip on his current crayon loosened at every bob of his head until he was out completely. he got up. "i can take him back," he said and hooked his hands under rocco's arms and pulled up dead weight. rocco stirred a little bit, but his body went limp again and his head fell upon luca's shoulder, mouth slightly open as luca carries him across the room and over to the futon that was pretty much rocco's bed. he put him down gently and covered him with the covers.

he walked back over to maggie. "i guess you should wear my clothes more often," luca grinned as he sat back down, his back slouching against the soft cushion. could luca have just given maggie a compliment? it was an indirect compliment, that was for sure. since they were being so civil, luca felt like he should ask her a million questions. then he remembered she was still drunk and he was taking a risk on her memory. he was already wondering about her waking up tomorrow. waking up in some random place. it would make her wonder where she was until she recognized the place. then maybe she would wonder why the hell she was there. he liked this civil moment right now. how he wasn't saying much, but on the flip side he was really saying a lot. "i apologize in advance if rocco wakes you up in the morning. you got him real excited." he did his half smile again and leaned his head back, gaining his bearing and realizing his exhaustion. he was quiet for a moment, training his eyes on the ceiling and not the girl wearing nothing more than his t-shirt beside him. "i hate to bring this up again, but has any of our 'shows' made your father believe we're the real deal? i just don't want this acting thing to go to waste." he decided to ask this because on the tip of his tongue was a question about the kiss and if she felt some weird emotion during that tango dance. but that was for another time. another sober time.

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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, BARE NIGHTCLUB, DECEMBER 2007

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-----maggie had a way with kids. it was funny because the way she was with them was completely contradictory to everything you could possibly need to know about the girl in general. though she'd never considered it, and probably wouldn't seeing as how she was still on the edges of her binge, she was probably making luca's head spin with how gentle and sensitive she was to rocco. it was completely unlike the cold, stubborn, sarcastic, and devious girl he'd been forced to work with. well she knew what j.r. would be thinking in this situation. even after so long he didn't know how she handled herself around kids so well either. j.r., the one person in her family who had the utmost faith in her could not imagine her being civil and motherly toward children. that gave a person a lot of faith didn't it? if the one person you thought truly knew you couldn't imagine you being right to be trusted around kids. j.r. was, he was the god damned teddy bear of the century but cruel, heartless maggie? who would have thought. of course now that he'd seen that side of her, j.r. was even further fueled by the belief that she could be a normal human being out in the real world. he still wanted nothing more than for her to get out of the business and like a normal jo shmo life, but maggie knew she was destined for greater. okay so a life of crime wasn't a great life by normal standards, but when in the hell had she been normal? she had dreams of the future, of a seemingly normal life in which she lived a life of danger under the shroud that she was like everyone else. like the benefit tonight. half of the people in that hall didn't know fausto giovanni was a mobster. they may have had there assumptions, but they didn't know for sure. that was the kind of "normal" life she wanted.

-----did that include kids? some day it might have. if maggie could ever find a guy that could keep up with her and who she could actually see herself living with that was a very likely possibility. but the actual possibility of her finding a guy like that was slim to none. so she had a snowballs chance in hell of ever finding someone so compatible with herself, but when or if she ever found him the chances of her sharing a life with him went up dramatically. at least that was kind of like hope...she walked out of the bathroom to see rocco eagerly awaiting her. he seemed eager at least beneath the visible exhaustion. she seated herself on the couch, expertly managing to not show a thing as she did. this shirt was long enough like a mini dress but it didn't hug her body the way mini dresses did, and the fabric was a little lighter and had a tenancy to flutter when she didn't want it to. still luca had seen her in worse so she really shouldn't have worried. but something in the back of her mind did. why in the hell was it such a problem if he caught sight of her undies? he'd already seen them before, and worse. at least all of her torso was covered up this time. well she didn't want to admit it, but sparring with him the first night they'd met, she'd been extremely attracted to him. that had been up until the moment he spoke and all but still as she'd thrown him to the ground and plopped herself on top of him, her mind had slightly, and momentarily, raced with sensual thoughts. but like i said, that hadn't lasted long enough for it to take effect and she certainly wasn't going to let it get to her now. she cradled rocco as he tried to show her things from his coloring book between yawns. she ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as a way to help him sleep. he was fighting it tremendously, but it was way past his bedtime and she knew that. she wasn't about to keep him up.

-----she smiled down at him as he dozed off, just enjoying the feeling of that young little weight in her arms. she didn't want luca to take him, but holding onto him might create an issue so she let him take the sleeping boy from his arms and watched as he walked over to the futon and laid him down, tucking him in. it was so unlike luca to see him so good with kids, or this kid, maggie didn't know what the deal really was. she furrowed her brow as she watched the two together and shook her head. this must be like what j.r. felt like when he saw her with hannah...but then again j.r. knew her well. maggie thought she knew luca but the truth was that she didn't. she didn't know a thing about him and yet she'd made a judgment on him from day one that made her assume he would be shit with kids. damn it she hated being wrong. but at least luca didn't have to know about the mental kicking session she was giving herself. she was back to her drunken, normal self by the time luca turned and started walking in her direction. she'd figured that the moment rocco was under that luca would go right back to being his usual self, but he surprised her when he payed her a...flirty compliment. she surprised herself more when she released a breathy chuckle and smiled. "well i guess that could be arranged" she said to her own surprise. damn this alcohol. she never would have said that if she wasn't drunk. she pulled up her legs and sat indian style facing him as he sat back down onto the couch. her hands were tucking in the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric down to cover the rest of her body. she was sure nothing would show even if she hadn't done so, but she just felt more comfortable when she did.

-----she smiled as luca spoke about rocco probably waking her up. yeah it was likely, but nothing she wasn't used to. "oh i'm sure. he's nothing though. my sixteen year old sister was doing that up until i moved here." she was used to a lot of weight waking her up in the morning. even j.r. took the advantage when he woke up before she did. he would put a hand on her shoulder and one on her hip and would press her down into the mattress, quickly bouncing her high into the air until she was awake. the big lug. "you just wait until he's fourteen and still doing that." there was a moment of silence and maggie found herself startle slightly as luca finally spoke. had she been falling asleep? apparently so she figured as she blinked, recalling what luca had said that shook her out of her little daze. "what? oh um, yeah. he called j.r. a like last night and was asking him all about us. apparently him being back in tijuana and away from all the action has made him antsy. with how convincing j.r. was i'm sure we'll be seeing his return soon." she grumbled the last part. fortunately she figured their plan was working. unfortunately than meant that her father would be showing his face again. that was the last thing she wanted, but that was exactly what their plan needed. "if he comes flying back in we'll know we've got him wondering." she smiled as she thought about it. maybe, just maybe they were getting close. the anticipation of getting yet another one-up on her father was better than the disappointment of not being able to work with luca anymore...WHAT? had she really just thought that to herself?

-----maggie inconspicuously looked over at luca to see if she'd said it allowed. since he hadn't died of shock she was assuming she hadn't. wow maybe the effects of the alcohol were wearing off. still, now that she had confessed that little something to herself, it was like a first wave of a hangover. she could feel it coming. ugh. this was bad. to compensate for what was going on in her mind, maggie found herself talking again. "at least he didn't mention the castillos. that would make juan come up here for the wrong reasons and we'd never know if we got him going or not."

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[Luca Giovanni]

----LUCA JUST GAZED UP AT THE CEILING. it was like the day's events were finally crashing down onto him. was it him, or was this an especially long day? he kept seeing flashes. him getting the call this morning, picking maggie up, driving to los angeles, being shown off all over the damn place like king kong, dancing a rather suggestive impromptu dance people would be jealous of, driving back from los angeles, picking rocco up, carry maggie out of a club, and now here. lazily sitting on his couch heaving a big sigh of relief. he probably knew his day tomorrow (or really later that day) was going to be just as stressful for whatever fausto had planned for him. he could see fausto calling him and telling him to go online and look at the article of him. he'd joke about the camera getting his good side and then end the conversation in some riddle about what he wanted luca to do. fausto was always nervous about bugs in the phone lines. the cops likes getting sneaking, you never know how they could get their information. all they needed was fausto ordering just one hit and everything could fall apart.

and now that he was exhausted beyond belief, he just did not trust himself. it was almost like he was drunk. you know the kind of exhaustion when you don't even think straight and even if you're really tired but still too wired to really fall asleep? that was kind of the feeling luca was going through. he felt like he should just close up shop right now. not even argue with maggie about sleeping situations and just let her have the bed, he could manage on the couch. he wasn't even going to change. he'd slept in much worse on much worse. he'd probably have to get up in a few hours anyway, so what was the difference? he listened thoughtfully as she informed him about her brother and juan sr. "you know,"

[/b] he started, talking to the ceiling, "this acting thing is becoming easier." it was a strange statement, he knew, but it was entirely true, at least for him. sure... he still hated her... right? well, maybe hate was a strong word. he hated the irish. that was intense anger towards a family that has caused so much hurt and pain over the past century. luca was born hating them, but maggie? he hated her because why? she knocked him down and almost broke his nose the first time he met her? that, they were getting married? that was pretty minuscule. he disliked her greatly... he could settle for that. he could also settle for the fact that they were partners and they oddly worked well together. sure, more times than not they were like oil and water but they did have similar interests. one being finding a way to get out of this crap engagement. another became clear to tonight was that they both were good with kids. they were both in the business...

luca rubbed his eyes. damn, his mind was on overdrive and he didn't like it. he didn't like that his brain was making compromises for the imperfections of his situation. it was easier when they were pointing guns and knives at each other. "i guess we're doing something right then, he told her after she mentioned if juan sr ever came back the two of them got him wondering. "we really made a scene tonight." luca chuckled slightly before letting out an 'ughhh.' the repercussions of that benefit were going to hit him hard. unlike his uncle, he didn't like being in the spotlight. luca liked slipping under the radar. he was known, sure, but more so underground than say some stiffy benefit. he liked being a whisper of wind against your neck while you were in a dark alley outside of a bar. the guy you didn't mess with and always paid on time to. if his picture was in the paper tomorrow, he wasn't going to like it. people knowing about his personal life was dangerous. that's really how people get killed.

when maggie mentioned the castillos, he sat up. he recognized that name immediately. luca knew every gang there was on the west coast. his knowledge reach out to the east coast too, but really only major families. out here, luca knew everyone. the big dogs to the sad gangs full of los angeles rejects with poor leadership skills and hothead members. the castillos, now, luca knew they weren't some bullshit gang. they were the real deal. and maggie said that they were here? in town? how could that go unnoticed? "did you say the castillos are here? in valkyrie?" he asked, exhaustion leaving his mind as he entered business mode. luca could already smell a battle for valkyrie between the irish and the italians. bringing in another gang would be mad. valkyrie should really be giovanni territory, but things could change and when there is a challenge then there is nothing you can do about it. it takes balls to challenge another gang like that. if you lose, you are laughed at, down some members from all the bloodshed. if you win, you gain the respect and the territory and you are the one that is feared. that was luca right now. the giovannis had many resources. people just don't challenge them. he looked at maggie. "what... do you know?"

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MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
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-----the castillos were bastards. maggie wasn't just saying that because they were a rival cartel and because they were her father's main enemies. she didn't say that because they dealt in weapons mainly while her father worked with drugs, drugs, and more drugs. she said that because these bastards killed women and children. she said that they were bastards because they were a whole new kind of ruthless that you never wanted to see a day in your life. fausto was bad, but normal standards. he was the frightening lord of valkyrie's underworld, and jose castillo, the fausto of the castillo cartel, was about seven to eight times worse than him. what made jose castillo so fucking deadly? simple, he didn't give a damn about covering up what he did. the drug cartels in mexico had such power over the federales that there was no way he could ever go down for something as textbook as murder. and that was exactly what he did. jose castillo would walk out into the main street square in tijuana and light the place up in gunfire, because he didn't care for the sanctity of human life. the man was a monster, and juan's attempt of ridding the world of him had done nothing but pissed him off. juan had promised the use of his own cartel boys to help take down the castillos cartel way back when. he'd paired up with the enemy of all enemies to take down castillo. what had been the result? jose's brother carlos was dead, the cartel was fragmented into little tiny pieces that spread like wildfire all over mexico, and jose and his closest comrades in crime escaped to the united stated california/mexico border. worse than that, they hadn't been captured and had escaped into a veritable black hole. they had gone off the grid, as far as her father was concerned, up until the say donny davis had discovered them one day a few weeks or so back.

-----the castillos were infamous. they were bloodthirsty and they were cruel and they were craving corinthos blood. with so many corinthos in valkyrie, it was no wonder than the castillos were drawn here like a moth to flame. she didn't realize it in her drunken stupor, but whatever pictures of her that wound up in the paper were sure to bring the castillos right to her doorstep. not only that but it would be obvious by the picture that they would have the giovanni backing and that made the giovanni's targets. if she'd figured that out when she wasn't drunk, maggie would have flipped and cursed herself and her family for bringing this hell down on other people. the castillos had made them miserable, even in supposed "death" and now their ghosts were here, haunting her and her family yet again. the meant that she, j.r., and her other sisters and brothers weren't safe. damn it! she couldn't win no matter what! but of course none of this registered because she was drunk. instead she was happily bobbly and woozy. "you know i think it is." she said looking up at the ceiling too. "so much easier to pretend to like you then to hate you. i don't want to hate you." as if the muscles in her neck just let go, her head lolled back and maggie giggled as she pulled her head back upright with the help of her hand. "you're a decent guy. i would have been extreeeemely attracted to you had you not been a sexist pig and called all those hurtful names." she pouted a bit, obviously not in her right mind. still, she was speaking the truth.

-----"dunno what you're talking about. i'm always right." she said with a slight snicker as she looked over at him. damn he was good looking. damn had she really just thought that? god what was wrong with her today? she shook her head as he spoke again, smiling at him as if she hadn't just come to the realization that she was screwing the hell up, "we did. that dance was hooottt." damn it there went the filter. out the window of a speeding train, the thing was gone. it somehow needed to find it's way back like..oh i don't know, yesterday. "i had no idea you even knew how to dance." she said bluntly. "kinda wish you didn't cuz that just makes you hotter." if she could see herself right now, maggie would have shot herself in the head to not only shut herself up, but to put herself out of her misery.

-----she jumped as luca sat up straight, trying not to squeal because in some part of her mind that was functioning she knew rocco was asleep. she sank back into the couch, her eyes lazily starting to close. "yeah those mama killing bastardos." she said grumpily as she fluffed the pillow behind her and sank back into it. "my good little hacker found them. j.r. almost killed his computer. not like that would help. jose's not in a desktop." she snickered again and sighed, her head once again lolling back against the pillow. she looked up once again as luca said something, slightly looming over her. "not much." she said bluntly snuggling back into her comfy cushion. "mmm comfy" she said aloud as she snuggled further.

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tagged • laggie !
clothes • hotness !
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notes • ugh short. i blame the headache.

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