Greer narrowed her eyes at Jack as he took her bottle, leaning forward with her paw pressed on his thigh. “Suuuuuuuuure y’are.” She purred, walking her fingers up his chest before she flicked his nose, stealing the bottle back. “Bad dog,”
He shivered at her touch, a playful smirk on his lips as her fingers walked over his chest. “Hey!”, he pouted at the sudden flick to his nose, letting her steal the bottle away. He rubbed his nose, grinning devilishly. “Psh, you like that about me.”
Greer grinned over the neck of the bottle, before taking a swig out of it. “Yeah, but don’t tell anyone. Cats and dogs, natural enemies, etcetera.”
She gasped and slapped his thigh. “I am not! I can barely get drunk anyway…” She took a swig from the run bottle to prove her point.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.”, he nudged her side as she took a drink, then playfully swiped the bottle. “Lucky for me I don’t have that problem…and I’m a damn classy drunk at that.”
Greer narrowed her eyes at Jack as he took her bottle, leaning forward with her paw pressed on his thigh. “Suuuuuuuuure y’are.” She purred, walking her fingers up his chest before she flicked his nose, stealing the bottle back. “Bad dog,”
WCA AU: Truce?
Jan was back on the team.Well she was never really on the West Coast Avengers roster before now. She wasn’t technically on it at all, but she’d been hanging around the mansion for a few weeks now, and despite their differences, Greer did like Jan. She and Hank weren’t together anymore, and Jan was showing interest, sure but- if Jan wouldn’t move on, Greer would. She was happy with Marc- even if he was a little odd.
It was pretty late when Greer came knocking on Jan’s door with her personal supply of Caramel Ben and Jerry’s.
{ If Brandon was told at the beginning of this whole thing, that down the road—he would be sharing a midnight drink with someone who recruited him because they were afraid of what he could do, he’d have slapped someone out.
But here he is. Sipping hot cocoa.
He’d hated it here at first. He’d been this close to walking; to rolling his eyes and giving a big ‘fuck you!’ to everyone at the Academy. But he’d stuck it out, stayed, and met some amazing people. Like the rest of the students. Like Greer.
He barely feels her lips press onto the top of his head—he’s too groggy to feel much of anything, actually—but finds himself leaning back into the chair and towards her. }
Don’t mention it.
[ she couldn’t help the little smile that formed on her lips. making them happy made her feel a little more at ease with the job she was doing with Will. her worst fear was failing him as a mother, but if she was doing okay with these kids, then she must be doing okay with him, too. she sipped at her hot chocolate, purring softly from the warmth ]
[ if he fell asleep here she wouldn’t mind. she could put him in the bed and she could just sleep curled up in the arm chair. he’d probably have a fit in the morning though. most teens don’t like waking up at 6:30 in the morning ]
{ He blows over the top of the drink in his hands, eyes watching the steam roll away into the air. He smirks a little bit once he sees the marshmallows floating on the surface, satisfied. Taking a sip, Brandon eases the ridge of the cup to his lips, his eyelids wanting to close more and more with each passing second. }
Y’know, I don’t often say this, but—you’re a good mom, Greer. A good person. Will is gonna be an amazing person because he’s taking after one. And—
{ Ah, sleep-influenced rambles. How convenient. }
—You make a mean hot chocolate.
[ Greer looked down at him as he started speaking, smiling softly at him. He probably didn’t know how much him saying that meant to her. She thought of all the original six students like her children, in a way. She, Vance, Robbie, Pietro and Hank all visited their parents- chose them as students. Maybe initially it was for the wrong reasons, but seeing them like this, getting to know them… She knew they made the right choice, whatever the initial reason was ]
[ she chuckled at the last bit ] Well you can thank Gregory Grant for that. [ she smiled a bit and leaned in to kiss his hair ] Thank you.
{ Five minutes felt like five hours to him. He’s currently slouched in the armchair, hands on his stomach while his legs are all sprawled out, messy hair even messier. But then her voice breaks through his near-sleep state and he jolts back into the world of the awake, rubbing his eyes before accepting the mug of hot chocolate. }
Nnnn—thank you.
Oh, sorry honey. [ she replied softly, not knowing if he had been awake or asleep. his mug had four marshmallows in it, because most kids love them and he’d asked for them. she sat on the arm of the chair next to him, blowing into her mug ] And you’re welcome. Any time. [ she smiled ]
can’t we skip this part?
“I’m glad you’re not dead.” Hank brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. “Also that Will’s not dead. And that I’m not dead, too.” He smiled a bit, then kissed her on the lips.
Greer felt a slight drop in her stomach at the mention of Will but gave Hank a slight smile anyway, kissing him back softly. “Don’t worry about him. I take good care of the little guy.” She ran her paw through his hair again and rested her cheek on top of it. “Will you stay tonight?”
