Quentin & Maya, Sunday afternoon
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xp_logsMaya takes it upon herself to get to the bottom of Quentin vs. Darcy. It goes as well as you'd expect.
Maya hadn’t exactly been avoiding Quentin given that most of her focus was currently on trying to finish up the last year of her Bachelors but she hadn’t exactly sought him out either. Weird that it wasn’t herself she sought him out for now but to find out just what the fuck he was thinking threatening Darcy
“Open up, QQ. We’re going to talk,” she called out as she banged on his door.
Quentin had half a mind to open the door, psi-blast Maya, then go back to the couch. Dealing with that troll woman while managing a post–Pride party hangover was bad enough, so handling a second troll woman was only going to make things worse. The pistol was already forming in his hand when he opened the door, but thankfully for both of them, he thought better of it at the last minute, so all Maya saw was a puff of pink psychic energy wafting from his fingers.
"What the hell do you need?" he asked wearily
“Despite what a fuckwit both you and Darcy just behaved like, you don’t threaten to kill people unless something is up. I came to make sure you’re okay.”
Maya entered the room and closed the door behind her, taking a look around the room.
“Did you at least sleep?”
"Like a baby on Xanax."
The room was spotless, as usual. The only evidence of residency was the Quentin-shaped indentation on the couch and the nearby chinchilla enclosure, in which Fuckwad slept soundly. He rolled his eyes when she came in uninvited, and went to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. Right now, he needed more than just the hair of the dog. He could use a tail and a few paws, too.
"I'm going to ask again. What the hell do you need? Why are you coming to 'check up' on me?"
“Any reason why it wouldn’t be me?” Maya shrugged and watched him pour. “I need you to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking.”
"I'm sorry, did you tumble down the stairs and hit your head? Why would I ever talk to you voluntarily? We are not friends. We're not colleagues. I don't think I've even acknowledged your existence in like three years."
“Poor baby, having to deal with people. You just spent yesterday threatening someone I consider a sister. Whatever the fuck you think of me doesn’t matter. We know each other well enough that I can at least tell that’s not your normal bullshit.”
Maya had tried, at least a little. It wasn’t her fault that Quentin was her least favourite person in the world.
“So, what the fuck is going on QQ? Why the death threats?”
"Because death threats are my love language," he replied sarcastically. He considered mixing himself a drink, but eyeing the interloper, decided it would be a waste, and just poured straight vodka on the rocks instead. "What is it you're looking for me to say, Lopez? What's going to satisfy you to get out of here?"
“Some indication that you at least regret blowing up some new guys journal because Darcy called you an asshole would be nice. I mean, if you wanted to prove her wrong on that good work by the way.”
Maya shrugged and looked for a place to lean. She had no intention of staying for a long talk but she wasn’t leaving till she was satisfied either.
"I'm sorry to disappoint, but you won't be getting what you want. I didn't blow up Madin's journal, that's on your besties who decided that verbally harassing a refugee and threatening to break their face was a good look. And I don't want to prove her wrong. I don't care what she or you or anyone else thinks of me. You're studying to be a social worker? How can you possibly think you'll be any good if you're always so wrong about people?"
“I know this is shocking to you Quentin, it sure as hell was to me when I learnt it but not everything is about us.” Maya noted with a resigned look. “You want to go around making threats and acting like a Brotherhood flunky, you get to deal with the fallout of that. What exactly did you expect from traumatized people when someone shits all over their efforts? They’ll be sorry, and they’ll feel like shit because they’re good people but they’re people. They aren’t your Reddit bros who only suck your dick and tell you what a good boy you are for being edgy.”
Quentin downed his drink and sighed. This was not helping his headache. "'Not everything is about us.' Perhaps that's a lesson you should be giving to Lewis. Madin's post wasn't about her, but she made it about her. She had the option to not be a baby and just let it go, let Madin rant on about nothing, but no, she didn't. She flooded God's Internet with white woman tears because Madin wouldn't bow down and acknowledge all the great selfless saintly acts she bestows upon us lesser beings every day. Why? Why couldn't she shut her goddamn mouth for one minute?"
“Because she’s never had to deal with the things Madin had to deal with,” Maya noted with a sigh of her own. “Because she’s trying in the ways that she knows and she’s going to make mistakes. And because they’re all people I care about, I can choose to give them the benefit of the doubt.”
Maya gave up on leaning and headed for the door. She’d had her say, she’d found what she needed to find. Quentin wasn’t a threat right now, just a fucked up person like the rest of them.
“You and Madin don’t have to like them, and you don’t have to interact with them but you don’t get to shit on them and threaten them, okay?”
Cracks spiderwebbed up the glass in his hand, and he had to put it down on the counter before he telekinetically shattered in. "She is 35 years old. She doesn't get to make these kinds of mistakes anymore. Not to someone who's seen worse in the first two decades of their life than she ever will. If she can't learn the lesson, then there's no hope for her. Or you. Now get out or I'll show you what a real threat is."
Maya hadn’t exactly been avoiding Quentin given that most of her focus was currently on trying to finish up the last year of her Bachelors but she hadn’t exactly sought him out either. Weird that it wasn’t herself she sought him out for now but to find out just what the fuck he was thinking threatening Darcy
“Open up, QQ. We’re going to talk,” she called out as she banged on his door.
Quentin had half a mind to open the door, psi-blast Maya, then go back to the couch. Dealing with that troll woman while managing a post–Pride party hangover was bad enough, so handling a second troll woman was only going to make things worse. The pistol was already forming in his hand when he opened the door, but thankfully for both of them, he thought better of it at the last minute, so all Maya saw was a puff of pink psychic energy wafting from his fingers.
"What the hell do you need?" he asked wearily
“Despite what a fuckwit both you and Darcy just behaved like, you don’t threaten to kill people unless something is up. I came to make sure you’re okay.”
Maya entered the room and closed the door behind her, taking a look around the room.
“Did you at least sleep?”
"Like a baby on Xanax."
The room was spotless, as usual. The only evidence of residency was the Quentin-shaped indentation on the couch and the nearby chinchilla enclosure, in which Fuckwad slept soundly. He rolled his eyes when she came in uninvited, and went to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. Right now, he needed more than just the hair of the dog. He could use a tail and a few paws, too.
"I'm going to ask again. What the hell do you need? Why are you coming to 'check up' on me?"
“Any reason why it wouldn’t be me?” Maya shrugged and watched him pour. “I need you to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking.”
"I'm sorry, did you tumble down the stairs and hit your head? Why would I ever talk to you voluntarily? We are not friends. We're not colleagues. I don't think I've even acknowledged your existence in like three years."
“Poor baby, having to deal with people. You just spent yesterday threatening someone I consider a sister. Whatever the fuck you think of me doesn’t matter. We know each other well enough that I can at least tell that’s not your normal bullshit.”
Maya had tried, at least a little. It wasn’t her fault that Quentin was her least favourite person in the world.
“So, what the fuck is going on QQ? Why the death threats?”
"Because death threats are my love language," he replied sarcastically. He considered mixing himself a drink, but eyeing the interloper, decided it would be a waste, and just poured straight vodka on the rocks instead. "What is it you're looking for me to say, Lopez? What's going to satisfy you to get out of here?"
“Some indication that you at least regret blowing up some new guys journal because Darcy called you an asshole would be nice. I mean, if you wanted to prove her wrong on that good work by the way.”
Maya shrugged and looked for a place to lean. She had no intention of staying for a long talk but she wasn’t leaving till she was satisfied either.
"I'm sorry to disappoint, but you won't be getting what you want. I didn't blow up Madin's journal, that's on your besties who decided that verbally harassing a refugee and threatening to break their face was a good look. And I don't want to prove her wrong. I don't care what she or you or anyone else thinks of me. You're studying to be a social worker? How can you possibly think you'll be any good if you're always so wrong about people?"
“I know this is shocking to you Quentin, it sure as hell was to me when I learnt it but not everything is about us.” Maya noted with a resigned look. “You want to go around making threats and acting like a Brotherhood flunky, you get to deal with the fallout of that. What exactly did you expect from traumatized people when someone shits all over their efforts? They’ll be sorry, and they’ll feel like shit because they’re good people but they’re people. They aren’t your Reddit bros who only suck your dick and tell you what a good boy you are for being edgy.”
Quentin downed his drink and sighed. This was not helping his headache. "'Not everything is about us.' Perhaps that's a lesson you should be giving to Lewis. Madin's post wasn't about her, but she made it about her. She had the option to not be a baby and just let it go, let Madin rant on about nothing, but no, she didn't. She flooded God's Internet with white woman tears because Madin wouldn't bow down and acknowledge all the great selfless saintly acts she bestows upon us lesser beings every day. Why? Why couldn't she shut her goddamn mouth for one minute?"
“Because she’s never had to deal with the things Madin had to deal with,” Maya noted with a sigh of her own. “Because she’s trying in the ways that she knows and she’s going to make mistakes. And because they’re all people I care about, I can choose to give them the benefit of the doubt.”
Maya gave up on leaning and headed for the door. She’d had her say, she’d found what she needed to find. Quentin wasn’t a threat right now, just a fucked up person like the rest of them.
“You and Madin don’t have to like them, and you don’t have to interact with them but you don’t get to shit on them and threaten them, okay?”
Cracks spiderwebbed up the glass in his hand, and he had to put it down on the counter before he telekinetically shattered in. "She is 35 years old. She doesn't get to make these kinds of mistakes anymore. Not to someone who's seen worse in the first two decades of their life than she ever will. If she can't learn the lesson, then there's no hope for her. Or you. Now get out or I'll show you what a real threat is."
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Date: 2023-06-30 04:40 pm (UTC)