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Miranda - Clearly Not Her Fault
Fandom: Original
Title: Clearly Not Her Fault
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Miranda Stone, Jack Carpenter, Maggie Hopwell, Peter Stone
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five Places that Miranda Stone was asked never to return too.
Author's Note: Fordefy_n_gravity who requested Miranda in the meme located here. I don't think we were supposed to do fics for this, but she was loud, so I figured I'd indulge her.
Disclaimer: Miranda and everyone else contained in this fic is my original creation. Steal them, and I hunt you down and gut you like a fish.
i.
They were only sixteen. Technically they shouldn’t have snuck their way into the nearest male strip club they could find outside the city. But they really couldn’t help it. Curiosity killed the cat and apparently any chance of them making it back into their local branch of Hunk-O-Mania. Which, by the way, Miranda thought was a totally lame name, but that wasn’t really anything new.
“Okay—this might have been slightly stupid.”
Miranda looked over at Maggie, before shaking her head. “No, no, no—never admit defeat.”
“We’re only sixteen. That’s two years under the legal limit, I believe.”
“Yes, but Maggie, really—its not like we were going to actually do anything. You can’t touch in a strip club, you can only watch.”
“Uh—hello. Have you ever watched a movie—ever?” Maggie gave her friend a look before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And besides, let’s not forget who tried to by booze with her fake ID and got busted by the bartender. We could have been totally in the clear.”
“Oh, so now it’s all my fault.”
“Girls,” the strip club manager replied, pinching the bridge of her nose as she did. The two of them had been going back and forth for the entire hour since they had been busted, and the woman in question was really starting not to have a tolerance for it. “Please—if you could just—sit quietly, while we wait for your parents, we would really appreciate it.”
At this, she earned two skeptical stares from the girls, and Maggie crossed her arms in front of her chest as she spoke up. “Lady, have you ever dealt with teenage girls before?”
At this, the woman looked slightly flabbergasted. “Uh—no. Usually girls aren’t sneaking into strip clubs.”
“Yes, well—one think you should kinda sorta know about us. Teenage girls? Don’t. Shut. Up.”
“Mmm’kay?” Miranda added as the two of them flashed their best innocent grins. Once the moment had passed, they went right back to each other again, yapping about who’s fault it was, and how they were going to fix it, and the woman just sank back in her seat and groaned.
“Never. Again.”
ii.
“You know, I kind of liked that place,” Jack sighed, sliding an arm over her shoulders as they made their way back into the streets outside of a bar in the Village. Miranda just looked at him and arched an eyebrow.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I did. It was gritty. I like grit.”
“Maybe you should like it less when the people who work there are assholes.”
“They’re not all—”
“He grabbed. My ass,” she said angrily, crossing her arms in front of her as she pulled herself out from under his arm and turned so that she was facing him completely, looking up at him expectantly. “And if I remember correctly, I didn’t exactly give him permission to do that.”
“Yes, and then you broke. His nose,” Jack replied, matching the way she was standing and looking down at her, amused, yet slightly annoyed. But then again, when it came to Miranda that was his default setting. “I think you could have considered yourself even there, without giving him a black eye on top of that, and that good kick to the ribs when he was on the ground probably wasn’t necessary.”
“So it was a good kick?” she said with a grin, dropping the stern expression almost instantaneously, and pushing herself up on her toes towards him. Jack rolled his eyes, and kept his arms crossed in front of his chest looking down at her with a serious look on his face.
“Yes, it has the possibility of being a good kick, but that doesn’t exactly make it the right thing to do in that situation.”
“Well, would you have preferred it, if I just let the guy grab my ass?”
“No, but—” Jack sighed softly before looking back at her. “I don’t think it was worth getting kicked out of that place.”
She gave him a grin, before leaning it to kiss him softly. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“You better,” he sighed, before moving his hands to her waist and pulling her closer. “You really, really better.”
iii.
Uncle Pete was clearly the best uncle ever.
“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen,” she sang as deep as she could manage, while she rested her chin between the bars of the holding cell. “Nobody knows, but Jesus.”
“You’re kiddin’ me,” Pete said with a grin as he leaned back on the bench. “You’re breakin’ out the old spirituals.”
“This is my first time being incarcerated. I’m gonna milk it for the money shot, baby.”
Pete just gave her a grin before closing his eyes again and sighing heavily. “They’re never going to let me back in there, you know. I kind of liked that place.”
“Are you kidding me? The décor was atrocious,” Miranda replied, turning around to face him. “Trust me on this one. You’re better off not falling in love with that particular pool hall.”
Pete tilted his head to the side for a minute before smirking. “Ah, you are my brother’s daughter.”
“Am I?”
“Your dad learned the evilness of pool halls relatively young. Your mother still hasn’t learned it yet.”
She snorted before shaking her head and turning back to the bars. “If Daddy doesn’t come get us soon, I’m going to start singing again.”
“Can you at least sing something in your register this time, princess?”
“Sure, Uncle Pete,” she said with a grin. “I’ll work on that.”
iv.
“My hero,” she grinned, sliding her arms around Jack’s neck as she leaned in to kiss him again. It had been a long evening, and if she had her way about anything, she was going to make it even longer.
“Your hero, huh?” he said with a grin. “So I take it you’re not mad that I got you kicked out of your favorite restaurant?”
“Are you kidding me?” she said, rolling her eyes. “That place so stopped being my favorite when the waiter started coming on to me like that. And then the manager wasn’t about to do jack shit about it. You had every right to punch him in the face.”
“He had a hard face though,” he said with a slight pout, holding up his knuckles that were slightly torn from catching the guy’s teeth as he hit him.
“Poor baby,” she sighed, taking his hand in hers. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“I could think of a few things.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
v.
“That was fucking bullshit,” Maggie growled. “That was a shit call and he fucking knows it.”
“Maggie.”
“Not done yet!” Maggie replied, holding up her finger. “Not only did Robbie not do anything, but that foul was so on the other fucking team, and that ref is either blind or on the take because really—someone who doesn’t know jack shit about basketball could see that was totally a foul on the other tool who fucking slammed into him.”
“Mags—”
“Still not done! And you know what—he can take those goddamn yellow flags and shove them up his tight ass because there’s no way that was a foul on my baby, are we fucking clear?” There was a long silence and Maggie turned on her friend with a glare. “Hello?”
“Oh, you’re finished now?”
“Yes, Miranda, I’m finished.”
“Fantastic. As I was trying to say—you do realized that you just got us banned from every football game for the rest of the season—possibly for the rest of our tenure here at NYU.”
“Well, the football team sucks anyway.”
“I know.”
“And you do think that was a shit call too, right?”
“Yes—I think if anything, the call should go on the guy who collided with your baby.”
“Good,” Maggie sighed, slipping her arm into Miranda’s as she headed out the door. “At least I’m not alone.”
Title: Clearly Not Her Fault
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Miranda Stone, Jack Carpenter, Maggie Hopwell, Peter Stone
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five Places that Miranda Stone was asked never to return too.
Author's Note: For
defy_n_gravity who requested Miranda in the meme located here. I don't think we were supposed to do fics for this, but she was loud, so I figured I'd indulge her.Disclaimer: Miranda and everyone else contained in this fic is my original creation. Steal them, and I hunt you down and gut you like a fish.
i.
They were only sixteen. Technically they shouldn’t have snuck their way into the nearest male strip club they could find outside the city. But they really couldn’t help it. Curiosity killed the cat and apparently any chance of them making it back into their local branch of Hunk-O-Mania. Which, by the way, Miranda thought was a totally lame name, but that wasn’t really anything new.
“Okay—this might have been slightly stupid.”
Miranda looked over at Maggie, before shaking her head. “No, no, no—never admit defeat.”
“We’re only sixteen. That’s two years under the legal limit, I believe.”
“Yes, but Maggie, really—its not like we were going to actually do anything. You can’t touch in a strip club, you can only watch.”
“Uh—hello. Have you ever watched a movie—ever?” Maggie gave her friend a look before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And besides, let’s not forget who tried to by booze with her fake ID and got busted by the bartender. We could have been totally in the clear.”
“Oh, so now it’s all my fault.”
“Girls,” the strip club manager replied, pinching the bridge of her nose as she did. The two of them had been going back and forth for the entire hour since they had been busted, and the woman in question was really starting not to have a tolerance for it. “Please—if you could just—sit quietly, while we wait for your parents, we would really appreciate it.”
At this, she earned two skeptical stares from the girls, and Maggie crossed her arms in front of her chest as she spoke up. “Lady, have you ever dealt with teenage girls before?”
At this, the woman looked slightly flabbergasted. “Uh—no. Usually girls aren’t sneaking into strip clubs.”
“Yes, well—one think you should kinda sorta know about us. Teenage girls? Don’t. Shut. Up.”
“Mmm’kay?” Miranda added as the two of them flashed their best innocent grins. Once the moment had passed, they went right back to each other again, yapping about who’s fault it was, and how they were going to fix it, and the woman just sank back in her seat and groaned.
“Never. Again.”
ii.
“You know, I kind of liked that place,” Jack sighed, sliding an arm over her shoulders as they made their way back into the streets outside of a bar in the Village. Miranda just looked at him and arched an eyebrow.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I did. It was gritty. I like grit.”
“Maybe you should like it less when the people who work there are assholes.”
“They’re not all—”
“He grabbed. My ass,” she said angrily, crossing her arms in front of her as she pulled herself out from under his arm and turned so that she was facing him completely, looking up at him expectantly. “And if I remember correctly, I didn’t exactly give him permission to do that.”
“Yes, and then you broke. His nose,” Jack replied, matching the way she was standing and looking down at her, amused, yet slightly annoyed. But then again, when it came to Miranda that was his default setting. “I think you could have considered yourself even there, without giving him a black eye on top of that, and that good kick to the ribs when he was on the ground probably wasn’t necessary.”
“So it was a good kick?” she said with a grin, dropping the stern expression almost instantaneously, and pushing herself up on her toes towards him. Jack rolled his eyes, and kept his arms crossed in front of his chest looking down at her with a serious look on his face.
“Yes, it has the possibility of being a good kick, but that doesn’t exactly make it the right thing to do in that situation.”
“Well, would you have preferred it, if I just let the guy grab my ass?”
“No, but—” Jack sighed softly before looking back at her. “I don’t think it was worth getting kicked out of that place.”
She gave him a grin, before leaning it to kiss him softly. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“You better,” he sighed, before moving his hands to her waist and pulling her closer. “You really, really better.”
iii.
Uncle Pete was clearly the best uncle ever.
“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen,” she sang as deep as she could manage, while she rested her chin between the bars of the holding cell. “Nobody knows, but Jesus.”
“You’re kiddin’ me,” Pete said with a grin as he leaned back on the bench. “You’re breakin’ out the old spirituals.”
“This is my first time being incarcerated. I’m gonna milk it for the money shot, baby.”
Pete just gave her a grin before closing his eyes again and sighing heavily. “They’re never going to let me back in there, you know. I kind of liked that place.”
“Are you kidding me? The décor was atrocious,” Miranda replied, turning around to face him. “Trust me on this one. You’re better off not falling in love with that particular pool hall.”
Pete tilted his head to the side for a minute before smirking. “Ah, you are my brother’s daughter.”
“Am I?”
“Your dad learned the evilness of pool halls relatively young. Your mother still hasn’t learned it yet.”
She snorted before shaking her head and turning back to the bars. “If Daddy doesn’t come get us soon, I’m going to start singing again.”
“Can you at least sing something in your register this time, princess?”
“Sure, Uncle Pete,” she said with a grin. “I’ll work on that.”
iv.
“My hero,” she grinned, sliding her arms around Jack’s neck as she leaned in to kiss him again. It had been a long evening, and if she had her way about anything, she was going to make it even longer.
“Your hero, huh?” he said with a grin. “So I take it you’re not mad that I got you kicked out of your favorite restaurant?”
“Are you kidding me?” she said, rolling her eyes. “That place so stopped being my favorite when the waiter started coming on to me like that. And then the manager wasn’t about to do jack shit about it. You had every right to punch him in the face.”
“He had a hard face though,” he said with a slight pout, holding up his knuckles that were slightly torn from catching the guy’s teeth as he hit him.
“Poor baby,” she sighed, taking his hand in hers. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“I could think of a few things.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
v.
“That was fucking bullshit,” Maggie growled. “That was a shit call and he fucking knows it.”
“Maggie.”
“Not done yet!” Maggie replied, holding up her finger. “Not only did Robbie not do anything, but that foul was so on the other fucking team, and that ref is either blind or on the take because really—someone who doesn’t know jack shit about basketball could see that was totally a foul on the other tool who fucking slammed into him.”
“Mags—”
“Still not done! And you know what—he can take those goddamn yellow flags and shove them up his tight ass because there’s no way that was a foul on my baby, are we fucking clear?” There was a long silence and Maggie turned on her friend with a glare. “Hello?”
“Oh, you’re finished now?”
“Yes, Miranda, I’m finished.”
“Fantastic. As I was trying to say—you do realized that you just got us banned from every football game for the rest of the season—possibly for the rest of our tenure here at NYU.”
“Well, the football team sucks anyway.”
“I know.”
“And you do think that was a shit call too, right?”
“Yes—I think if anything, the call should go on the guy who collided with your baby.”
“Good,” Maggie sighed, slipping her arm into Miranda’s as she headed out the door. “At least I’m not alone.”
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