Doux Mouton Noir

12 Weeks Earlier.

“Who gives a shit? That asshole more than deserved it. I only wish I could have been there to fucking see it.” Emma’s eyes are wide with glee even though she’s pouting with disappointment. “It was fucking gross.” Jordan laughs, but their grimace quickly morphs into a smug smirk as they add, “But also, fucking cool.” “Yes, it was very cool how I saved myself...” Marie’s coy smirk betrays the pointedness of her tone as she glances sideways. Jordan rolls their eyes, huffs quietly and admits, “Fine. You saved yourself...but I helped...motivate you.” “Oh, huh. Really?” Marie taunts back playfully. “Yes, absolutely.” Jordan grins back, the two of them bumping shoulders and sharing a chuckle. Mya, however, is barely paying attention, because she’s been secretly sharing texts with Noir. One handed, typing silently away, back and forth, under the counter, her eyes flitting back and forth between her phone and her friends. Her friends, who were talking about getting into a fight with the campus asshole; Rufus McCurdy. She’s hardly paid any attention after his name was mentioned. Much more focused on the (actually much less mysterious and much more sweet and caring) masked man of The Seven. ‘Is it OK if it’s a surprise?’ He texts, and then, before she can reply, he quickly adds, ‘A good surprise. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound weird.’ “How are you guys not in trouble? Did Dickbitch Dunlop mind fuck him into forgetting?” Emma asks nonchalantly as she sips at her mocha (infused with a little vodka...and maybe a shroom or two.) Jordan can’t help snorting loudly, pressing their mouth to their own mug to hide an amused smile. Marie sighs, bypassing the comment about Cate (because she’s still not sure how she feels about everything...and still a little hurt that Andre sided with Cate, even after what she’d done.) ‘I can honestly say I’m very intrigued with what the mysterious Black Noir has in store for me.’ God fucking grief, what kind of corny ass response was that! Ugh, she’s so fucking— ‘Call me Earving. : )’ Jordan takes a sip of coffee, then says, “I doubt that pussy will tell anyone what happened. But also, I threatened to beat the shit out of him if he ever did.” ‘That’s my name...obviously... : )’ God, he’s so fucking adorable. “Yeah, that’ll do it.” Emma nods, knocking the rest of her drink back in one go. Jordan is the first to notice—with Marie in her own thoughts and Emma already half drunk by midmorning (and probably high.) ‘OK, Earving. : ) So, when—‘ “And what are you all smiley about?” Jordan suddenly hops up to sit on the counter next to her. Making her fucking heart jump up into her throat. “Jesus.” She mutters, free hand over chest. Jordan grins cheekily, seamlessly morphing into their more feminine shape. “Ohhh; jumpy.” “No.” Mya says a little too quickly, grabbing the girls’ attention also now, while Jordan’s grin widens. “I’m not jumpy. I’m—“ Jordan’s eyes narrow, smirk tugging at their lips as they quickly cut in with, “Who are you texting down their?” They motion with a flit of their gaze downwards, smirk growing a little when they hear her heart flutter wildly. “What? No one.” Mya curses herself out in her mind. Emma snorts loudly and sarcastically retorts with, “Well, that was convincing.” “Something wrong, Mya?” Marie, unlike the other two teasing shits, approaches with more care and concern. She hates how supes round here treat people like her friend like absolute shit. It’s how they fucking met—Marie mouthing off at some jerk trying to use his powers to blow wind up Mya’s skirt, and then, Jordan jumping in to punch the asshole across the café after he tried to hit her. Jordan throws a grin at Marie, playfully asking, “Or is something very right?” Mya shoots Jordan an annoyed glare, while slowly shaking her head in dismay. “Oh!” Emma perks up considerably. Even shooting up from her chair to hop up onto the counter, opposite to Jordan and looping her elbow with Mya’s before sweetly (and nosely) asking, “Are you seeing someone?” “She’s technically texting them right now.” Jordan cuts in, chuckling when Mya throws her another (adorably embarrassed) glare. Marie relaxes and smiles softly when she sees Mya’s cheek turning pink. “I’m... It’s...” Mya sputters helplessly. “Clearly the sex is either really good or really fucking bad.” Jordan finishes for her, snorting and laughing with Emma when Marie and Mya both slap their friends’ shoulders in annoyance at the same time. Mya almost chokes on her own spit. “We haven’t even gone on a date yet.” She blurts out in her annoyance, glaring even harden when Jordan smirks triumphantly. “Oh, fuck you.” Mya grumbles, earning a chuckle before she huffs and with defeat, says, “Yes, OK. I’m seeing someone tonight.” Then sternly adds, “And that’s all I’m telling you.” “Mmhm.” Emma mutters, hiding a smile before Jordan starts with, “Yeah, great, whatever. What’s his name?” Mya blinks, then, glares again. “Wha—I just said—“ “Yeah, yeah, yeah. How hott is he? And don’t be afraid to add a lot of details.” Emma cuts in, then, at her friends’ looks, she shrugs and adds, “What? I haven’t had sex in, like, two whole months! Let me have this!” Marie is also now trying to hold back a smile. She shrugs helplessly when Mya looks over at her and glares at her, too. “I’m sorry and I love you, but—“ “Jordan! You fucker!” Mya launches herself over the counter, only to be gently shoved back when Jordan grabs her phone. “Nope! As supes, we have a responsibility to look out for you lesser beings.” Marie chuckles, shaking her head at Jordan and telling them, “You’re such a dick.” “What I meant to say is: as your friend, we have—holy shit, no fucking way.” Mya’s cheeks are flaming hot now as she simply stands back with folded arms and accepts her fate. She’s lucky she trusts these assholes. Marie is slightly on alert again as she asks, “What is it?” Jordan chuckles, handing the phone back to Mya, who snatches it and slaps Jordan’s hand in punishment. Jordan chuckles, but is slightly worried, too, now as they ask, “Is that the real Black Noir?” “Whaaaaaaaat?!?!” Emma sing-squeaks, eyes slowly widening. “He was here last week giving talks. Ironically.” Jordan says. Mya can’t help the grit of her teeth. She barely knows the guy and is already ready to defend him in his absence. Jordan, of course, notices. Smirks. Marie, now looking more excited, asks, “One of The Seven asked you out?” “Well, I mean...yeah.” Mya doesn’t know how to lie to these loveable idiots of hers. But she’s smart enough to still be pleading with them when she says, “But you can’t tell anyone.” She glowers at them when all three of them (yes, even Marie) smirk suggestively. “I’m fucking serious, guys. He was very adamant about that and I don’t blame him.” Emma arches a brow. “Sounds like he just wants a quiet and quick lay to me.” Mya rolls her eyes—of course Emma would think that. To be fair, she thought it, too...until something shifted in his stance and he seemed almost worried. And a supe being worried is one thing to a normal human like her...but one of The Seven themselves being worried was, until that moment with Black Noir, impossible to fathom to her. “We promise.” Marie says sincerely. Then, glaring pointedly at the other two as she adds, “Right, guys?” “Of course, yeah.” Jordan agrees as Emma nods and softly says, “Promise, girl.” “To be honest, we don’t need the attention right now either.” Marie says. Mya holds up her hands and says, “I don’t wanna know unless I need to know, remember?” Marie nods, then, shares a worried look with Jordan. Mya asks if they want anything else before she takes her lunch break. Then, finally, while she’s fixing two expresso shots for Emma, who now seems rather spaced out, Mya grimaces as she asks, “Wait a second—did I hear something about blowing someone’s cock off?” Jordan chuckles. Emma grins, states, “Love how you worded that.” Before the trio explain what happened, Mya sends a quick text to Bla—Earving—when she sees his cute reply of, ‘Did I say something wrong?’ and the little sad face he puts beside his text and tells him she is just busy with friends talking her ears off and that she will video call him over lunch break. And then, that 8 minutes before her lunch break feel like 8 fucking years...while having a pathetic girly meltdown after he simply replies with a smiley face.