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[teenagerenegade]

When he'd gotten the text from Maeve, asking him if he wanted to hang out, Charlie had texted her back with the fact that he'd be free in an hour or so and the name of a coffee shop that did awesome milkshakes, promising to meet her there.

It's a little over an hour later when he walks into the shop, scanning the tables. He got cuaght in a sudden, scudding shower, and his brown hair is damp and curling. He shakes himself off as he makes his way over to her.

"Hey," he says, grinning. "Sorry I'm late."

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[complexfemalecharacter]

"I think I told you I used to sell papers to make extra cash," Maeve says, lifting her milkshake as well before she takes a sip. "I figure if whatever money I get from this place doesn't cover what I need, I can go back to that."

Especially once she's in college. She's sure there are plenty of students who would rather party than write a paper. She's also sure she can charge more for same day results.

[teenagerenegade]

"We can team up," says Charlie, leaning back in his chair and smirking at her. "You can write the papers and I'll churn out the fake IDs."

[complexfemalecharacter]

"They'll need me to write papers if you're giving them a way to get into bars underage," Maeve says with a rough, quiet laugh. "That's a pretty perfect business model."

Maybe she won't need the extra cash, but it's always good, knowing she has a useful skill, something people will pay her for.

[teenagerenegade]

"Like a license to print money," says Charlie with a bright grin. "Though I should probably try not to get kicked out here. I don't exactly have anything to fall back on."

[complexfemalecharacter]

"Don't get caught," she shoots back, grinning as well. "It's not that hard."

She knows it isn't always that easy and she's mostly just giving him a hard time. It sucks to be kicked out of school, she's been there herself, and although she'd gotten back in, she'd never felt quite like she was there again. It had felt kind of pointless. Like she was just biding her time.

[teenagerenegade]

"You're right," he says, thinking of everything he'd gotten up to at Barton before he ended up in Darrow. "It isn't."

He drains the last of his milkshake, giving the empty glass a disappointed look.