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ax_mainLil checks in on the new girls and finds Brigitte alone. Their second meeting goes much better than their first.
Lil knocked on the girls' door. The last time she'd been here she'd simply left a basket of goodies and snuck off and since she'd given them a few days to think that over, she figured it was time to check in. Yeah, Ginger was a bitch, but so was Lil and she wasn't going to let Ginger fuck up the way she had if she could help it at all. Besides, if there was going to be someone standing between Ginger and the rest of the school it might as well be the girl who was invulnerable.
Brigitte stared at the door from her seat on her bed, head slightly tilted. Had someone seriously just knocked? Did... someone want to see them? She slowly uncrossed her legs and stood up. Maybe they were lost? If so, they were fucked. It wasn't like Brigitte knew where anyone lived. Still, better to get rid of them now then have them knocking forever.
Cracking the door just enough to peak out, surprise at seeing Lil caused Brigitte to swing the door open another few inches. "Uh, are you... lost?" She asked, confused.
Lil wasn't sure if that was just cluelessness or a real slight, but she pasted on a smile and choose the former. "Nope, visiting. I wanted to see how you guys were getting along."
"You... do?" Brigitte's forehead wrinkled. She'd kind of written off Lil as someone who would want to continue associating with them, despite the huge care package of candy. Which was maybe kind of stupid, these weren't really the kind of people to leave passive aggressive candy on doorsteps. Shaking her head, she looked down and cautiously stepped backwards, pulling the door open. "Do you, uh, want to come in?"
The room itself was still pretty barren of decorations, but what was there was arranged with a deliberate symmetry that highlighted the few differences. Both beds were made, but there were a few books and folders on the left one and the closet to the right had some clothes discarded at the bottom. There was an ink drawing of an anatomically correct heart over the left bed, and a drawing of a heart with some sort of animal skull over the right.
"Sure! And yeah, it takes a while to get used to this place. It's one thing to say hi once, but maybe you guys have more questions or need some help with something, right?" Lil walked in to let Brigitte close the door. "It's a whole new school, a new country - lots of shit to get used to."
Brigitte hovered next to the closed door, not really sure what to do. Should she sit? Offer Lil a seat? She'd never had a guest before. Hopefully Ginger wouldn't be pissed that someone else was in their room. She eventually just decided to wait and see what Lil would do. "We haven't left the school yet, but... yeah. Um. Thanks for the chocolate and stuff. Do they not have that kind of stuff down here?"
"Nope. I mean, you might find some in New York or something 'cause there's a big ex-pat community there, but nope. You're shit out of luck for good snacks here." Well, she wasn't getting a seat and didn't want to touch anything without permission so... She relaxed and crossed her arms across her chest. "Luckily we got teleporters here. Anytime you want we can hop over the border for an hour an restock."
Well, shit. Now they were just awkwardly standing here. Brigitte hugged her own arms around her waist, cursing yet another backfiring plan. "Oh, do they sell their services or something?"
Lil grinned. "Sort of? I just asked a friend if he could help me, and then bought him a fuck-ton of candy."
Brigitte was startled into smiling back - it was even her small, genuine smile. Feeling bold, she teasingly asked, "And was he convinced our strange Northern candy is better?"
There. The ice was melting a little. "Well, they had a lot of stuff he recognized too, so that kept him happy. I don't think he's gotten through it all yet."
"We already ate everything," Brigitte admitted, tucking her hair back behind one ear. Her gaze wandered over to the skull card that she'd drawn for Ginger's birthday and that Ginger had taped above her bed. Her smile reappeared. "Though I managed to hide a Caramilk bar until Ginger's birthday."
"She had a birthday? Man, I wish I'd known - I would have stuck a card in the basket." Lil pointed to the desk chair closest to her and raised her eyebrows in a question. She was in, Brigitte was smiling, might as well see if she could keep it going.
Nodding her permission, Brigitte was relieved Lil had gestured at her own desk chair. Ginger would already be annoyed at someone else being in their room, probably. The surprise of finding someone touching her things might drive her postal. "We liked it better, no one knowing this year," she shrugged.
Lil nodded as she pulled out the chair and took a seat. That sounded like the kind of thing the Doc might poke at, but Lil wasn't the Doc, wasn't even a friend at this point. Her goal was simple - get to know the sisters slowly and stand in the way if any of the other kids decided they didn't like them. "If it works, eh? Mind if I ask where you guys are from though? I sort of thought Ontario from the accents?"
"Hell," Brigitte quipped, then rolled her eyes at herself. It wasn't like Lil would get the joke. "Also known as Bailey Downs, outside of Toronto." She shuffled over to Ginger's desk, leaning against it. "Um, you?"
"Yellowknife, up in the NWT. Too far from here." Although she'd just told Brigitte about the teleporters. Maybe she could ask Billy to pop her home for a few hours one of these days, just to see her mom.
"Oh." Yeah, the furthest Brigitte had gotten from Bailey Downs had been Toronto, she knew approximately zero about the region. Though there had been something interesting she was remembering about Yellowknife... "Oh, you had that Russian satellite crash, right? That was radioactive?"
Lil grinned. "Oh my God, you know about that? Yeah, it's a big thing back home, but usually folks from away don't seem to know about it. Mom used to joke that maybe that was why I turned out like I did - radiation making mutants or something."
"That's so stupid," Brigitte scoffed. "At most you'd have mutant babies, and only if your eggs got fucked. You'd be way more likely to just die of radiation sickness. Or cancer. For it to cause our kind of mutation, you'd have to like, have every single cell of your body damaged in the exact same way, which is way improbable." Her face and voice got more animated as she spoke, eyes lighting up. "And even if you were somehow really close to the radioactive materials, your blood and immune cells would just get wiped out, or you'd loose control of your muscles. You wouldn't, like, develop a force field."
"Well, she was joking, but damn, you know your stuff about this, eh?" Lil had had a moment of irritation on behalf of her mom, but she'd managed to squash it quickly. It wasn't worth making a fuss about.
Blinking, Brigitte looked down a shrugged, feeling a little abashed though not really sure why. "Yeah, I, um, like that kind of, uh, weird medical stuff. And I tried to read whatever I could find on mutations, once I realized that was what was happening with us." She felt strangely vulnerable, sharing that with someone else, and unconsciously reached her thumb under the sleeve of her hoodie to rub over the scars on her opposite wrist. Shrugging again, she added, "But there's a lot of shit on the internet. A lot of idiots saying we just ate too many preservatives growing up."
"You should talk to Simon. He's got this power where he can 'read' other people's powers and get all sorts of information about them. If you're curious, he could probably give you all sorts of information to look over." She wasn't sure what Simon would think of Lil sending Brigitte to him, but she had some respect for the way he'd sat down with her so they could work their way through a pretty tough subject, so what the heck. He'd do right by Brigitte.
He had been there, sometimes, when she and Ginger were down in the infirmary, Brigitte remembered. She'd read transcripts from several of his interviews, and had appreciated that most of what he said was accessible and understandable, but... "Isn't he famous, though? Off doing important things?" Way too busy to spend time explaining science to me, Brigitte left unsaid.
Lil snorted. "Nope. I just walked in on him the first time I met him, and he had time for me." Nevermind the rest of what had happened. Brigitte didn't need to know that. "The second time I ambushed him with cookies and tea. He's fine, really. Of all the rich and famous dudes here, he's probably one of the easiest to get some time with. Besides, he's one of those genius type guys, and those guys always love to ramble on to people who are interested, right? Go talk to him. You'd like him."
Before last October, Brigitte would have laughed outright at the idea of her liking anyone. But before October, she wouldn't have spoken to Lil in the first place. She bit her lip and nodded slowly, "Yeah, maybe."
"No rush. You guys need to get comfortable first, right?" Lil hoped that was already happening, but the rumours around what they'd been through seemed to hint it might take a little more time.
Brigitte raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Yeah, maybe," she repeated, with humor coloring her voice this time. She didn't think she or Ginger could really be 'comfortable' anywhere other people were, but who knows. Miracles theoretically happened. She frowned in distaste as she glanced over their boring room. She couldn't deny that living in school provided clothes and in a school outfitted room made them feel like unwanted guests. "I think it will be better once we have our own stuff."
"Yeah, that's a big thing. There's a thrift store near the school and a nice vintage store in town when you guys are ready." Lil tugged on the green cardigan she was wearing. "This came from the thrift store. They got nice stuff there."
Hmm, Ginger had mentioned a thrift store, but they might have more luck with the vintage one for decorations. As long as they didn't overcharge too much. "We're gonna walk over on Sunday, probably, The, uh, guy without shoes said it was walk-able." Yeah, Brigitte remembered Jack's name, but she'd mostly been calling him 'the jackass' in her head, so it was better to be safe than sorry.
It was a bit of a walk, but not crazy-long so Lil refrained from offering to find someone who could take them in. If she got too pushy about helping them out, she had a feeling that they'd push back. "Oh yeah, it's not bad. Definitely worth it to make these rooms a little nicer to live in."
That was good to have confirmed, though Brigitte was fully anticipating infecting herself before they attempted it. They didn't get very cold or tired, when they were wolves.
"Is there anything else to do in town?" Brigitte didn't think they'd be 'hitting the town' all that often, but maybe it would get Ginger to stop complaining about being bored for half a second. Or at least distract them from the tedium that was shopping.
"Honestly, I'm not that sure. I just started going in myself a couple of weeks ago." There had to be something, didn't there? There had to be normal kids in town and stuff for them to do. "Jesus, that might be something I should look into. The school's nice and all, but sometimes it's good to get away from it, eh?"
"Pretty sure we'll go insane if we're cooped up too long," Brigitte admitted, scratching absently at her upper arm. She tilted her head curiously. "How long have you been here?"
Lil counted back. Not even five months. Fuck, that was a short period of time for all the shit she'd managed to cause. "Since the end of September. They don't even start school until then so I didn't miss anything, school-wise anyway."
"Huh." She'd thought that Lil had been here longer, based on the things she'd said. "So, like, what do you all do for fun? Just stay in your rooms? Train?" Brigitte pulled a face at that last option.
"Oh, you gotta try the Danger Room before you make that face, but if hitting stuff isn't your thing then there's the library, video games and TV in the lounge, parties... There's school stuff too. They got their X-Force Team and the Activist's Club." Both of which Lil had been having vague thoughts of joining lately, but wasn't sure if she'd done too much social damage to risk it. "Me, I hang around with friends. Me and Nick watch movies on Saturday night, and Teddy and I play basketball sometimes. If you want real fun, I knit and I always have extra yarn and needles." She smiled to make it clear she understood perfectly that knitting wasn't everyone's idea of fun.
"I don't particularly enjoy pain," Brigitte grimaced and rubbed at her knuckles with sense memory. Especially when she didn't borrow Ginger's powers for quick healing. And she and Ginger had attempted to go to the Activist's Club Q and A thing. It was a miracle that they had made it out of there without cracking up at all the hopeless optimism. "And Ginger and I aren't really good at joining things. But, um, I sew a little, mostly just clothing mods."
Lil's yes widened. "Like, alterations and that sort of shit too? I got this shirt I picked up for one of the parties here and it has this v-neck that sort of goes down to like, here." Lil put a hand on her belly. "I got talked into it, and I like it, but when you're as tall as me it means everyone's eye level with my boobs and... I'd sorta like it a little more modest."
Brigitte's eyes widened, too, then she barked out a short laugh. "I mean, I'm not a professional or anything. Mostly just stuff I could do by hand since I, uh, didn't have a sewing machine. I could... learn?" She sounded a little unsure, but not unwilling.
"You should! I mean, I have a hard enough time finding clothes that fit me right, but there are kids here with fucking wings, so having someone who could do alterations... And hell, I'd be paying. The others should too." She laughed and shook her head. "I'm sorry. Maybe you don't need the hassle. I've just got too much of my mom in me - when there's a chance to make money, you hustle!"
Well, that was better than just currying favors. They'd stolen money to get by while on the run, but it probably wouldn't do to steal from the townies when they weren't planning to move on immediately. Brigitte also liked the idea of doing something well enough to get paid for it, but wasn't quite sure she actually was good enough. "Extra money isn't bad," she agreed. "But, uh, I should probably try out some stuff first? To see if I can."
"Try my shirt. If you screw it up it's not a huge loss - I walked around with my arms crossed to keep my boobs from escaping half the time anyway. I'll still pay you for your time."
"Okay," Brigitte was a little flustered. It felt like Lil was taking a risk on her - trusting her? - and she wasn't sure how to react. "I, ah, sure. Give me your shirt, and I'll see what I can do."
"Awesome!" Lil slapped her hands down in the thighs, the same way her mom always did to signal a deal struck between the two of them. "I'll grab it as soon as we're done and you can drop it off whenever you're done."
Brigitte smiled again and, a little surprised that she was telling the truth, replied, "Yeah, sounds good."
Lil knocked on the girls' door. The last time she'd been here she'd simply left a basket of goodies and snuck off and since she'd given them a few days to think that over, she figured it was time to check in. Yeah, Ginger was a bitch, but so was Lil and she wasn't going to let Ginger fuck up the way she had if she could help it at all. Besides, if there was going to be someone standing between Ginger and the rest of the school it might as well be the girl who was invulnerable.
Brigitte stared at the door from her seat on her bed, head slightly tilted. Had someone seriously just knocked? Did... someone want to see them? She slowly uncrossed her legs and stood up. Maybe they were lost? If so, they were fucked. It wasn't like Brigitte knew where anyone lived. Still, better to get rid of them now then have them knocking forever.
Cracking the door just enough to peak out, surprise at seeing Lil caused Brigitte to swing the door open another few inches. "Uh, are you... lost?" She asked, confused.
Lil wasn't sure if that was just cluelessness or a real slight, but she pasted on a smile and choose the former. "Nope, visiting. I wanted to see how you guys were getting along."
"You... do?" Brigitte's forehead wrinkled. She'd kind of written off Lil as someone who would want to continue associating with them, despite the huge care package of candy. Which was maybe kind of stupid, these weren't really the kind of people to leave passive aggressive candy on doorsteps. Shaking her head, she looked down and cautiously stepped backwards, pulling the door open. "Do you, uh, want to come in?"
The room itself was still pretty barren of decorations, but what was there was arranged with a deliberate symmetry that highlighted the few differences. Both beds were made, but there were a few books and folders on the left one and the closet to the right had some clothes discarded at the bottom. There was an ink drawing of an anatomically correct heart over the left bed, and a drawing of a heart with some sort of animal skull over the right.
"Sure! And yeah, it takes a while to get used to this place. It's one thing to say hi once, but maybe you guys have more questions or need some help with something, right?" Lil walked in to let Brigitte close the door. "It's a whole new school, a new country - lots of shit to get used to."
Brigitte hovered next to the closed door, not really sure what to do. Should she sit? Offer Lil a seat? She'd never had a guest before. Hopefully Ginger wouldn't be pissed that someone else was in their room. She eventually just decided to wait and see what Lil would do. "We haven't left the school yet, but... yeah. Um. Thanks for the chocolate and stuff. Do they not have that kind of stuff down here?"
"Nope. I mean, you might find some in New York or something 'cause there's a big ex-pat community there, but nope. You're shit out of luck for good snacks here." Well, she wasn't getting a seat and didn't want to touch anything without permission so... She relaxed and crossed her arms across her chest. "Luckily we got teleporters here. Anytime you want we can hop over the border for an hour an restock."
Well, shit. Now they were just awkwardly standing here. Brigitte hugged her own arms around her waist, cursing yet another backfiring plan. "Oh, do they sell their services or something?"
Lil grinned. "Sort of? I just asked a friend if he could help me, and then bought him a fuck-ton of candy."
Brigitte was startled into smiling back - it was even her small, genuine smile. Feeling bold, she teasingly asked, "And was he convinced our strange Northern candy is better?"
There. The ice was melting a little. "Well, they had a lot of stuff he recognized too, so that kept him happy. I don't think he's gotten through it all yet."
"We already ate everything," Brigitte admitted, tucking her hair back behind one ear. Her gaze wandered over to the skull card that she'd drawn for Ginger's birthday and that Ginger had taped above her bed. Her smile reappeared. "Though I managed to hide a Caramilk bar until Ginger's birthday."
"She had a birthday? Man, I wish I'd known - I would have stuck a card in the basket." Lil pointed to the desk chair closest to her and raised her eyebrows in a question. She was in, Brigitte was smiling, might as well see if she could keep it going.
Nodding her permission, Brigitte was relieved Lil had gestured at her own desk chair. Ginger would already be annoyed at someone else being in their room, probably. The surprise of finding someone touching her things might drive her postal. "We liked it better, no one knowing this year," she shrugged.
Lil nodded as she pulled out the chair and took a seat. That sounded like the kind of thing the Doc might poke at, but Lil wasn't the Doc, wasn't even a friend at this point. Her goal was simple - get to know the sisters slowly and stand in the way if any of the other kids decided they didn't like them. "If it works, eh? Mind if I ask where you guys are from though? I sort of thought Ontario from the accents?"
"Hell," Brigitte quipped, then rolled her eyes at herself. It wasn't like Lil would get the joke. "Also known as Bailey Downs, outside of Toronto." She shuffled over to Ginger's desk, leaning against it. "Um, you?"
"Yellowknife, up in the NWT. Too far from here." Although she'd just told Brigitte about the teleporters. Maybe she could ask Billy to pop her home for a few hours one of these days, just to see her mom.
"Oh." Yeah, the furthest Brigitte had gotten from Bailey Downs had been Toronto, she knew approximately zero about the region. Though there had been something interesting she was remembering about Yellowknife... "Oh, you had that Russian satellite crash, right? That was radioactive?"
Lil grinned. "Oh my God, you know about that? Yeah, it's a big thing back home, but usually folks from away don't seem to know about it. Mom used to joke that maybe that was why I turned out like I did - radiation making mutants or something."
"That's so stupid," Brigitte scoffed. "At most you'd have mutant babies, and only if your eggs got fucked. You'd be way more likely to just die of radiation sickness. Or cancer. For it to cause our kind of mutation, you'd have to like, have every single cell of your body damaged in the exact same way, which is way improbable." Her face and voice got more animated as she spoke, eyes lighting up. "And even if you were somehow really close to the radioactive materials, your blood and immune cells would just get wiped out, or you'd loose control of your muscles. You wouldn't, like, develop a force field."
"Well, she was joking, but damn, you know your stuff about this, eh?" Lil had had a moment of irritation on behalf of her mom, but she'd managed to squash it quickly. It wasn't worth making a fuss about.
Blinking, Brigitte looked down a shrugged, feeling a little abashed though not really sure why. "Yeah, I, um, like that kind of, uh, weird medical stuff. And I tried to read whatever I could find on mutations, once I realized that was what was happening with us." She felt strangely vulnerable, sharing that with someone else, and unconsciously reached her thumb under the sleeve of her hoodie to rub over the scars on her opposite wrist. Shrugging again, she added, "But there's a lot of shit on the internet. A lot of idiots saying we just ate too many preservatives growing up."
"You should talk to Simon. He's got this power where he can 'read' other people's powers and get all sorts of information about them. If you're curious, he could probably give you all sorts of information to look over." She wasn't sure what Simon would think of Lil sending Brigitte to him, but she had some respect for the way he'd sat down with her so they could work their way through a pretty tough subject, so what the heck. He'd do right by Brigitte.
He had been there, sometimes, when she and Ginger were down in the infirmary, Brigitte remembered. She'd read transcripts from several of his interviews, and had appreciated that most of what he said was accessible and understandable, but... "Isn't he famous, though? Off doing important things?" Way too busy to spend time explaining science to me, Brigitte left unsaid.
Lil snorted. "Nope. I just walked in on him the first time I met him, and he had time for me." Nevermind the rest of what had happened. Brigitte didn't need to know that. "The second time I ambushed him with cookies and tea. He's fine, really. Of all the rich and famous dudes here, he's probably one of the easiest to get some time with. Besides, he's one of those genius type guys, and those guys always love to ramble on to people who are interested, right? Go talk to him. You'd like him."
Before last October, Brigitte would have laughed outright at the idea of her liking anyone. But before October, she wouldn't have spoken to Lil in the first place. She bit her lip and nodded slowly, "Yeah, maybe."
"No rush. You guys need to get comfortable first, right?" Lil hoped that was already happening, but the rumours around what they'd been through seemed to hint it might take a little more time.
Brigitte raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Yeah, maybe," she repeated, with humor coloring her voice this time. She didn't think she or Ginger could really be 'comfortable' anywhere other people were, but who knows. Miracles theoretically happened. She frowned in distaste as she glanced over their boring room. She couldn't deny that living in school provided clothes and in a school outfitted room made them feel like unwanted guests. "I think it will be better once we have our own stuff."
"Yeah, that's a big thing. There's a thrift store near the school and a nice vintage store in town when you guys are ready." Lil tugged on the green cardigan she was wearing. "This came from the thrift store. They got nice stuff there."
Hmm, Ginger had mentioned a thrift store, but they might have more luck with the vintage one for decorations. As long as they didn't overcharge too much. "We're gonna walk over on Sunday, probably, The, uh, guy without shoes said it was walk-able." Yeah, Brigitte remembered Jack's name, but she'd mostly been calling him 'the jackass' in her head, so it was better to be safe than sorry.
It was a bit of a walk, but not crazy-long so Lil refrained from offering to find someone who could take them in. If she got too pushy about helping them out, she had a feeling that they'd push back. "Oh yeah, it's not bad. Definitely worth it to make these rooms a little nicer to live in."
That was good to have confirmed, though Brigitte was fully anticipating infecting herself before they attempted it. They didn't get very cold or tired, when they were wolves.
"Is there anything else to do in town?" Brigitte didn't think they'd be 'hitting the town' all that often, but maybe it would get Ginger to stop complaining about being bored for half a second. Or at least distract them from the tedium that was shopping.
"Honestly, I'm not that sure. I just started going in myself a couple of weeks ago." There had to be something, didn't there? There had to be normal kids in town and stuff for them to do. "Jesus, that might be something I should look into. The school's nice and all, but sometimes it's good to get away from it, eh?"
"Pretty sure we'll go insane if we're cooped up too long," Brigitte admitted, scratching absently at her upper arm. She tilted her head curiously. "How long have you been here?"
Lil counted back. Not even five months. Fuck, that was a short period of time for all the shit she'd managed to cause. "Since the end of September. They don't even start school until then so I didn't miss anything, school-wise anyway."
"Huh." She'd thought that Lil had been here longer, based on the things she'd said. "So, like, what do you all do for fun? Just stay in your rooms? Train?" Brigitte pulled a face at that last option.
"Oh, you gotta try the Danger Room before you make that face, but if hitting stuff isn't your thing then there's the library, video games and TV in the lounge, parties... There's school stuff too. They got their X-Force Team and the Activist's Club." Both of which Lil had been having vague thoughts of joining lately, but wasn't sure if she'd done too much social damage to risk it. "Me, I hang around with friends. Me and Nick watch movies on Saturday night, and Teddy and I play basketball sometimes. If you want real fun, I knit and I always have extra yarn and needles." She smiled to make it clear she understood perfectly that knitting wasn't everyone's idea of fun.
"I don't particularly enjoy pain," Brigitte grimaced and rubbed at her knuckles with sense memory. Especially when she didn't borrow Ginger's powers for quick healing. And she and Ginger had attempted to go to the Activist's Club Q and A thing. It was a miracle that they had made it out of there without cracking up at all the hopeless optimism. "And Ginger and I aren't really good at joining things. But, um, I sew a little, mostly just clothing mods."
Lil's yes widened. "Like, alterations and that sort of shit too? I got this shirt I picked up for one of the parties here and it has this v-neck that sort of goes down to like, here." Lil put a hand on her belly. "I got talked into it, and I like it, but when you're as tall as me it means everyone's eye level with my boobs and... I'd sorta like it a little more modest."
Brigitte's eyes widened, too, then she barked out a short laugh. "I mean, I'm not a professional or anything. Mostly just stuff I could do by hand since I, uh, didn't have a sewing machine. I could... learn?" She sounded a little unsure, but not unwilling.
"You should! I mean, I have a hard enough time finding clothes that fit me right, but there are kids here with fucking wings, so having someone who could do alterations... And hell, I'd be paying. The others should too." She laughed and shook her head. "I'm sorry. Maybe you don't need the hassle. I've just got too much of my mom in me - when there's a chance to make money, you hustle!"
Well, that was better than just currying favors. They'd stolen money to get by while on the run, but it probably wouldn't do to steal from the townies when they weren't planning to move on immediately. Brigitte also liked the idea of doing something well enough to get paid for it, but wasn't quite sure she actually was good enough. "Extra money isn't bad," she agreed. "But, uh, I should probably try out some stuff first? To see if I can."
"Try my shirt. If you screw it up it's not a huge loss - I walked around with my arms crossed to keep my boobs from escaping half the time anyway. I'll still pay you for your time."
"Okay," Brigitte was a little flustered. It felt like Lil was taking a risk on her - trusting her? - and she wasn't sure how to react. "I, ah, sure. Give me your shirt, and I'll see what I can do."
"Awesome!" Lil slapped her hands down in the thighs, the same way her mom always did to signal a deal struck between the two of them. "I'll grab it as soon as we're done and you can drop it off whenever you're done."
Brigitte smiled again and, a little surprised that she was telling the truth, replied, "Yeah, sounds good."
