Which means Robin isn't thinking about getting home any time soon and Maeve isn't sure if she's glad about that or suddenly a hell of a lot more nervous. It didn't used to be this difficult. She'd have sex with Jackson, they'd go their separate ways, and it was fine. It was good even. But then he'd had to go and ruin it all by actually liking her and she'd discovered just how bad a girlfriend she really is.
And then Otis had made it so much worse, to the point where she spends half her time worrying she's just going to fuck it all up with Steve. Ruin a perfectly good friendship like she had with Jackson.
"A beer," she answers without thinking. "Unless it's one of those gross light beers that taste like piss."
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Which means Robin isn't thinking about getting home any time soon and Maeve isn't sure if she's glad about that or suddenly a hell of a lot more nervous. It didn't used to be this difficult. She'd have sex with Jackson, they'd go their separate ways, and it was fine. It was good even. But then he'd had to go and ruin it all by actually liking her and she'd discovered just how bad a girlfriend she really is.
And then Otis had made it so much worse, to the point where she spends half her time worrying she's just going to fuck it all up with Steve. Ruin a perfectly good friendship like she had with Jackson.
"A beer," she answers without thinking. "Unless it's one of those gross light beers that taste like piss."