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Moira's a friendly sort. Even as someone who doesn't party the way most people in uni do, people invite her anyways to come out to their various celebrations.

She's having fun at a birthday party when she's cornered by the young man who's been trying unsuccessfully to get her to go on a date with him for a while now. He's drunk a fair amount, and it shows in the way he leers and won't stop asking her if she'd like a drink no matter how much she refuses.

(She's almost tempted to get one, just to have the strength to deal with him, but she knows she doesn't have that much self-control.)

It only gets worse, as the night goes on. He starts getting pushier. He starts touching her hand and arm with something a touch possessive to him.She manages to get away from him while he's off searching for another drink. She finds a room in the house to lock herself away in. 

Mac has a project keeping him busy tonight. Under any other circumstances, she'd not have bothered him. Under these circumstances, he'll know it's an emergency that she calls.

Date: 2017-03-24 12:01 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (logical phallicies)
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On the one hand, it's gotten easier and easier to trust Moira on her own in situations like this. It's gotten better and better with each passing minute, hour, day, week--each firm step in the right direction.

On the other hand, he's not sure his first panic when his phone starts to buzz will ever be anything but that.

At least he's the one she calls. That keeps his voice quiet and noncombative as he picks up. "Where are you?"

She wouldn't be calling if she weren't somewhere she shouldn't be. She wouldn't be buzzing if she didn't need help.

Date: 2017-03-24 02:00 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (future world conquerers)
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Mac is moving before she's even truly finished speaking. His jacket is on before he's even clocked that he's on his feet; his keys are in his hand before he's noticed that he's almost to the door.

"Stay there. Stay-- right there, mo chuisle."

Now is the time for a taxi, if ever there were one. He wouldn't trust himself behind the wheel of a car just now.

"I'll be-- ten minutes. Keep breathing."

Date: 2017-03-25 12:31 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (you made me do this)
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"Of course." There's a wave of static as Mac throws himself into a cab. "Stay on the line, hm?"

She shouldn't have to be alone. She shouldn't have to hold a door shut without someone to look after her.

"We're going to get you home."

Date: 2017-04-27 11:26 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (logical phallicies)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
His breath comes in a tight huff for a moment. He can think of why. He can think of a million little reasons that add up to why the world is genuinely terrible.

None of that makes sense here.

"I don't know, Moira. But-- But we're getting you home now."

Date: 2017-04-28 03:47 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (I'm right; you're wrong)
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"I will."

He can't actually make the cab drive any faster. Leaning forward unhappily in his seat doesn't help either, but it feels a little better.

"Just a few blocks away. You have all your things with you?"

Date: 2017-04-28 02:10 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (justification comes)
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She's smart. She's thinking.

She shouldn't have to be using her beautiful brain on this.

"I'll get it." There's half a beat before he modulates. "If you like. Can always come back and get it tomorrow."

Date: 2017-04-28 06:41 pm (UTC)
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"Okay. Okay, Moira."

What she wants has to come first. It isn't always true, but it's painfully true tonight.

"We're just a block away. I'll have the car wait."

Date: 2017-04-30 01:31 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (you made me do this)
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The click of his tongue is likely rough over the phone.

"And you're at the second door to the right from the stairs. And I'll tell you when I'm almost there and I'll knock."

Date: 2017-05-01 01:57 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (logical phallicies)
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"It will. It'll be okay. You're going to get home, hm?"

It isn't the most eloquent thing, but it's the best he can do while dragging himself out of the cab.

Date: 2017-05-01 01:33 pm (UTC)
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Maybe that'll be enough. Maybe that'll be what keeps her breathing through this escape.

"Just coming in now."

She can probably hear the sounds of the party. She can probably hear the static of jostling.

"Be on the stairs in a second."

Date: 2017-05-02 02:25 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (you made me do this)
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"Just about, Moira."

Just a few more steps. Just a few more people shoved out of the way.

"I'm going to knock, okay?"

And there it comes in a few nice sharp raps.

Date: 2017-05-03 01:41 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (unplanned-for distractions)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
"/There you are, my pulse./"

That much can come first. That much can be murmured against her hair before he turns off his phone, cwtching her in against his chest.

"There you are. You're okay. You're okay, and we're going home. /You're okay./"

Date: 2017-05-11 12:43 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (logical phallicies)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
"/I am. We're both here now./"

They can rock here for a moment. They can stay right where they are until Moira's breath is coming right.

"/And in a minute,/ darling, /we're going to both be out of here./"

Date: 2017-05-18 12:45 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (future world conquerers)
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"/That's right./" Bumping his forehead in against hers is too old an instinct to stop. "/I'm going to put my arm around you, okay?/"

It will keep people at bay. He hates that it will keep people at bay.

Date: 2017-05-20 11:43 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (logical phallicies)
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"/There you are./"

She still tucks in just as easily as she's always done. He'll focus on that when he needs to smile as he shuttles her out of the party.

"/And now we're going to go downstairs. There's a cab just outside, and all we've got to do is get there. Anyone tries to stop us, you just keep going, my pulse, and let me handle it./ Okay?"

Date: 2017-05-21 01:52 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (love the way you lie)
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For her, Mac can manage a brief, crooked little grin.

"/You don't worry about that. I'll be good. Come on, hm?/"

listen: he can suck it

Date: 2017-05-28 11:10 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (logical phallicies)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
It's fine. It's fine, because Moira is going to go get in the cab and be safe.

The rest is easy.

"Sorry, have you confused a human person with the last piece of pie?"

Mac knows how to behave himself. He knows they can start with him just pointing at the scarf.

"That hers?"

Date: 2017-06-17 12:13 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (I'm right; you're wrong)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
"I'll be sure to let her know."

Mac deserves credit for being this good. He deserves loads and loads of credit for making this a conversation rather than an attack.

"Give it here, hm? And go get yourself a drink."

the least observant

Date: 2017-06-18 02:10 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (logical phallicies)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
No one will fault him for this. No one, in the next decade, will be able to fully spin this in a direction he can't control.

His cuff links have to be extracted first, calm and precise.

"I've been-- very polite, hm? But you keep talking about women like this and we're going to have a problem."

Date: 2017-06-24 11:43 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (future world conquerers)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
"Like objects. Like-- tasks."

The links are settled easily into his pocket. The buttons of his cuffs are popped easily open.

"Just hand it over, Bothwell, and we'll be square."

not even a little sorry

Date: 2017-07-15 01:47 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (logical phallicies)
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It used to be such a hair-trigger thing. When he was a child, he wouldn't have taken so much as a breath before lashing out against stupidity.

Mac's older now. He can take a full heartbeat of studying the other man's face before throwing a punch.

It's improved his aim immensely.

the first smart thing

Date: 2017-07-18 03:28 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (I'm right; you're wrong)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
It's a good blow. It would be incredibly satisfying to land another.

It's just that the scarf catches his attention, and he's reminded abruptly that Moira is waiting in the cab.

"Just fuck off."

Mac catches up the scarf lightly. He doesn't bother paying much attention to the other young man as he turns.

This is part of being older too, for better or worse.

unlike the rest of us

Date: 2017-08-08 07:21 pm (UTC)
sogreataname: (justification comes)
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"All right."

Her scarf is handed back first. Settling himself in is a secondary matter.

"/We're going home, okay?/"

Where it's quiet. Where it's safe. Where they can both breathe easy while the adrenaline wears off.

Date: 2017-08-15 01:42 am (UTC)
sogreataname: (justification comes)
From: [personal profile] sogreataname
They can both leave it there. They can both absolutely focus instead on finding her spot to settle in, his spot to carefully rest an arm around her. They can both find their breathing again.

Anything else can come at Moira's pace--or not.

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