DISCO NIGHTS !
CHAPTER NINE
BLAND AND REPETITIVE

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THE ENTIRETY OF Maeve and Flynn's horse and carriage ride consisted of the two sharing funny anecdotes about their lives and friendships, who they liked and disliked—with the pair mutually agreeing on their strong distaste for Jess—, and what their extensive hobbies were.

The two could not be getting along better, and Maeve made a mental note to tell Delaney about the whole ride—not that she had the choice not to, as Delaney simply wouldn't allow it—and she could practically hear the girl scream out of excitement. She had always been the captain of the 'Maeve and Flynn' ship, and had been determinedly trying to match them up for years.

It seemed as though her efforts were finally coming to fruition.

"Quiet, please, everybody."

At the sound of Lorelai's loud voice cutting through each of the townspeople's individual conversations at the long dinner table, that had somehow fit each and every one of them, they all gradually casted their attentions to the beloved woman.

Rory and Dean were on the end of the table, Clara beside Dean, Bootsy beside Clara, Luke and Jess sitting next to them, with Babette and Morey beside the two, and so on until that side of the table was full of their familiar neighbours and friends.

Opposite them, Emily and Richard Gilmore were at the end of the table, Michel beside them, Taylor sitting next to him, Marjorie sitting beside Maeve, with Delaney and her parents to the other side of the girl, the girl from Chilton—to which, Maeve learned that her name was Paris from overhearing her introduce herself to someone else—next to them, Miss Patty beside her, Flynn and his mom in the seats beside hers, the Kim's next to them, and so on.

"Before the button popping and the bloating can commence, say cheese!" Lorelai voiced as she took out her camera, the entirety of the town flashing wide smiles for the photo and repeating the word in an enthusiastic chorus—except for Jess, whose lips just barely curled upwards at the command.

As Lorelai put the camera down, she continued speaking, the woman clearing her throat as she tried to blend in with the over-exaggeratedly ostentatious theme of the dinner, one of the Inn's employees dressed in a classic, old-timey and vintage dress softly beginning to play the harp behind her. "Uh, now, ladies and gentlemen, damen und herren, uh, the moment you've been waiting for, I give you...The Bracebridge Dinner!"

Just as the town raised their hands and began to clap, Sookie stumbled around the corner and held her hands up in protest, eyes wide, and effectively stopping them from doing so. "Oh! Hold it! We just need a quick minute, please!"

Disappearing into the kitchen as fast as she popped out of it, Sookie was suddenly gone, Lorelai turning to face the town again and covering for her partner with an uncomfortable smile. "Which will be starting in one quick minute!"

The town responded positively to the assertion and clapped out of politeness, anyway.

Maeve just huffed a chuckle as she turned to face Delaney beside her. "I'm kind of excited for this...in a weird way."

"Honestly, so am I." Delaney grinned in response. "It's so nice, all of us together, in the same place."

"You see the same people every day." Jess' bored, and highly critical, voice suddenly chimed in from opposite the pair, a few places further down the table.

"What's your point?" Delaney defensively narrowed her eyes at him.

Jess furrowed his eyebrows at her, regret in even interjecting in their conversation beginning to overtake his thoughts. "That was my point."

"Did you ever think about that? You can't have a quick minute because it's always sixty seconds?" Bootsy leaned closer to Luke, catching Maeve and Delaney's attention due to its randomness—although, highly fitting for the man, regardless.

Luke inhaled an impatient breath before abruptly answering him. "Shut up."

Maeve smirked in amusement at the interaction, and she was incredibly grateful that Stars Hollow was filled with several colourful characters, each with their own unique quirks and personalities that would forever entertain the girl. There truly was never a dull day in the homey, lively town.

"Hey, are you girls having a great time tonight?" Lorelai's voice sounded from behind Maeve and Delaney, the woman gently placing her hands on the backs of Maeve and Delaney's chairs as she caught their attentions.

The pair turned around to face Lorelai, pleasant smiles on their faces as they met her gaze.

"This has been so fun, Lorelai, thank you for doing all this." Delaney grinned.

Maeve nodded in agreement as she briefly glanced at Delaney before shifting her attention back to Lorelai. "Yeah, this is perfect, really. We've had a great time."

Marjorie optimistically chimed in from her seat beside her granddaughter. "It's quite refreshing when we all get together like this, dear. We rarely get the time to just stop for a few hours and talk."

"You're right, Margie." Lorelai hummed in agreement, nodding along to the woman's words. She flashed the trio a wide smile as she lightly patted Maeve and Delaney's shoulders and began to make her way to her seat at the head of the table. "I'm glad you're all having a great time, that's exactly what I wanna hear."

"Welcome, lords...and ladies!"

Suddenly, the townspeople's attentions were casted to the head of the table at the sound of a man—Jackson's relative, Rune—speaking in a fake British accent, three men dressed in theatrical costumes and holding vintage props to accompany their characters. "I call upon these sprightly horns to commence our proceedings!"

On cue, two of the men played an over-exaggerated trumpet fanfare, causing the majority of the town to gawk in excitement, with the exception of Michel, who was holding the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb out of embarrassment, Maeve, who was holding in her laughter by casting her gaze firmly on the table and rolling her lips inwards, Delaney, who was concealing her passive laughter by pretending to itch her cheek, and Jess, who was shaking his head and looking down at the table, disbelieved smirk accompanying the act and adorning his features.

"And we're off." Lorelai excitedly grinned at her daughter.

"And now, fair people, I present my lord and master, the honourable, Squire Bracebridge!" Rune spoke up again, with the same fanfare chorusing in the background, eliciting the crowd to applause in giddiness as Jackson dressed as a Lord appeared at the opposite end of the dinner table.

"Lo!" Jackson bellowed in character, Maeve raising her eyebrows at the man and forcing herself to not return Delaney's wide-eyed gaze, which she could feel burning into the side of her face—if she flickered her eyes over to her for even a second, she would burst into a fit of laughter—as she cleared her throat. "Now has come our joyfulest feast. Let every man be jolly! Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Jess slightly leaned closer to Luke as he lowered his voice. "We should've eaten before we came."

"Shh." Luke snapped, causing Jess to glance down at his plate, the same smirk from earlier appearing on his face as Luke then nodded. "And, yeah."

"Humble servant, bring us the first course to dine, with pleasure." Jackson commanded, gesturing to one of the Inn's costumed waiters as he sat down in his allocated seat, which was carefully embellished to look like an ancient throne. "Mmm, methinks it be a butternut squash soup."

"Ah, methinks you're right, Squire Bracebridge, thus and verily." Rune loudly agreed, still in character.

"And verily thus!" Jackson concurred as he took a sip of the soup the waiter had now brought him. "'Tis perfection! But extremely hot!"

"My Lord, you need aid. Wouldst thou have the ice thy tongue?" Rune curiously questioned as the rest of the waiters brought the townspeople the same dish.

"Ah, nay, Rune, nay. To the guests, thou shalt serve the soup!" Jackson boomed, gesturing to the table as the crowd erupted in impressed murmurs as they received their food.

Maeve simply raised her eyebrows as Jess made eye-contact with her, the boy's face filled with slightly-concealed incredulity at the entirety of the performance. "See? A live reenactment of the 'Symposium'."

Jess stared at her with immense chagrin at how he was forced to attend this current event, refusing to entertain her callback to her own joke. "Yeah, I'm sure this is exactly how that went."

As soon as he finished speaking, his attention was drawn to his bowl, as one of the waiters poured him some soup. His face slightly scrunched up in strong aversion at the sight of it, and he spoke up, directing his words to Luke beside him and keeping his disapproving gaze on the food. "What's the white stuff?"

"I think it's cheese...or cream..." Luke answered in the same detested tone, disgruntled eyes heavily set on his bowl.

"And the green stuff?" Jess' eyebrows detestably furrowed.

"I think it's best picked off." Luke slightly cringed, moving his fingers to pick off the green stuff at the top of the soup, Jess nodding as he mirrored the action.

At their assertions, Maeve raised her eyebrows, eyes flickering between the pair as she took in their opinions of the soup, and right as the waiter was about to pour her a bowl, the girl's hand quickly gripped the waiter's wrist, stopping him mid-way in a brief, mild panic.

The waiter's eyebrows creased inwards in confusion at the unexpected movement.

Maeve just released an uncomfortable chuckle as she let go of the man's hand and flattened out her shirt. "No soup for me, please..."

The waiter just slowly nodded in comprehension of the unquestionably firm request and moved on to serve the next person.

"Mmm, this soup is delicious." Marjorie delightfully spoke up as she tasted the dish, resulting in Maeve letting out an uncomfortable chuckle in strained agreement, the girl not wanting to let down her grandmother's hopes for the decorative aspect and aesthetic of the soup.

•

The following day, Maeve was, as usual, working in the diner, unfortunately now stuck arguing with Kirk about some meaningless topic. "Kirk, for the thousandth time, I don't know exactly how Caesar textures the eggs."

"But you work here every day." Kirk stated matter-of-factly, a small, perplexed frown appearing on his face as he spoke. "You should know how Caesar textures the eggs."

Maeve rolled her lips inwards, momentarily squeezed her eyes shut, and forced herself not to throw something straight at his head at the assertions she had been hearing—in several different ways—for the past half an hour, and when she simply ignored him and moved on to serve other customers, he'd interject with another question about the texture of Caesar's eggs.

She was starting to believe that this was her personal hell.

"Maeve, I just want to know how-"

As if the angels had heard her internal prayers, the bell on top of the diner's door sounded, Maeve effectively cutting off Kirk as she widened her eyes in pure relief. "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but thank god you're here."

Jess furrowed his eyebrows as he stopped and stared at the girl in confusion. "What?"

"Don't worry, we're not in an alternate universe where I somehow like you, it's just Kirk." Maeve huffed out an exhausted breath as she walked around the counter with the coffee vat in hand, and began to refill a customer's cup of coffee.

Jess slowly nodded once, immediately understanding the source of her exasperation as he then swiftly changed the subject. "Just when I start to wrap my head around this weird town, you make up something like that, even weirder, dinner and manage to surpass my expectations all over again."

"Look, I'd usually defend Stars Hollow, and believe me, I've had to defend it a lot when these kind of...eccentric events happen, but I honestly think I'm all 'defend-ed' out." Maeve just huffed out a small chuckle as she moved on to refill another customer's cup of coffee. "There's a thin line between tolerance and acceptance, and I think I might just be crossing it."

"There are more?" Jess' eyebrows slightly furrowed, not willing to believe that he'd have to endure several more strange town events.

Maeve just blinked, blowing out a breath as she made her way back to the counter, and essentially confirming his puzzled question. "Like I said, a thin line."

Jess fought the urge to widen his eyes out of bewilderment, a million questions arising in his head of how he could possibly find a way out of Stars Hollow as soon as possible, just to avoid them.

When he eventually snapped out of his sullen thoughts, the boy then glanced at her again, pulling out a mixtape from his back pocket as he approached the counter. "Your music taste is awful, by the way."

Maeve stopped at the statement, placing the coffee pot on the counter and shifting her attention to Jess. "What did you just say to me?"

"Only three bands in there are good, the rest are way too soft metal or acid rock." Jess frowned in disgust, shoving his mixtape in her hand before making his way around the counter to start his shift.

Maeve scoffed defensively as her disapproving eyes followed his movements, the girl placing the mixtape in her jacket pocket to listen to later. "Okay, you're way off base, Mariano, my music taste is perfect. And none of them are acid rock, who actually likes acid rock?"

"If your definition of 'perfect' is bland and repetitive, sure." Jess monotonously stated as he grabbed the coffee pot from the counter and refilled a customer's empty coffee cup.

Maeve furrowed her eyebrows at him, the girl placing her hands on her hips as she answered him, tone incredibly critical. "And yours is, what, flawless? Considering the fact that you're so insistent on The Shaggs being better than The Cure, my expectations for your mixtape certainly aren't high."

"Who thinks The Shaggs are better than The Cure?" A familiar voice chimed in from one of the, previously free, tables, both Maeve and Jess turning to face Delaney at the sound, who had just entered the diner and sat down at the table.

"Dodger, who else?" Maeve quipped as she walked past Jess, snatching the coffee pot out of his hands on the way to Delaney's table, and resulting in the boy shooting her an irritated glare in response.

"I was using that." Jess furrowed his eyebrows at the girl, tone disgruntled as he was in the middle of a task.

"Well, now you know how it feels when someone takes something of yours without asking." Maeve simply raised her eyebrows at him for a brief moment, pouring Delaney a cup of coffee and placing the coffee vat on the table as she did so.

"I'm sorry, I have to circle back to Jess' awful music taste because...what?" Delaney, completely in disbelief, frowned at Jess as she cut in before the two could commence one of their, usually petty, arguments. "How are you a Virginia Woolf fan, and at the same time, think that The Shaggs are better than The Cure? That should be illegal."

Maeve scoffed in agreement, gesturing to Jess as she shared a bewildered glance with Delaney. "This is what I mean, Del, do you get why I'm always arguing with him now?"

"Honestly, I didn't get it before, but I sure as hell do now, what is wrong with you?" Delaney's frown deepened at Jess in pure incredulity.

"Don't open that door, we'll be here all day." Maeve cringed.

Jess sent the pair an unamused look to convey his desire to not entertain their assertions before making his way over to their table to take the coffee vat from Maeve in return, the boy succinctly defending himself as he ignored Maeve's taunt. "You're both wrong."

"Says the only one in Stars Hollow that's wrong." Maeve provokingly raised her eyebrows.

Jess just scoffed, shaking his head in steadfast disagreement. "Please."

Maeve narrowed her eyebrows in disbelief at his perseverance in his incorrect opinion. "Oh, come on, ask anyone, Mariano!"

"I don't have to, The Shaggs are better, end of story." Jess defensively snapped, pausing in his movements momentarily to glare at Maeve. "I'm not saying The Cure is bad, I actually like them. All I'm saying is that The Shaggs are more listenable, you're the one that drew the conclusion that I somehow don't like The Cure."

"Relax, snippy." Delaney briefly widened her eyes at him. "We get it, you still love The Cure, don't we all?"

"Okay, as entertaining as this whole music conversation is, The Cure is better, by the way, you're all giving me a headache." Lorelai interrupted from her seat at the table she was sitting at in the middle of the diner, the woman busy working on her business school homework.

Maeve and Delaney shared satisfied grins at the confirmation and reinforcement of their opinion of this particular issue being shared by an external observer, and Jess refused to look at them as he rolled his eyes, shook his head in disagreement, and continued to work.

"Maybe it's the unhealthy amount of coffee you drink on a daily basis." Luke chimed in, voice deadpanned and incredibly serious.

"You should know by now that caffeine sustains me." Lorelai stated, not looking away from her work as she repetitively tapped her pen on the table. "Time?"

"Four thirty." Luke monotonously replied as he approached her table.

"Hey, speaking of coffee, fill me up." Lorelai casually quipped, eyes still set on the page she was reading.

"That's your sixth cup." Luke frowned at her.

"Yes it is." Lorelai hummed, finally tearing her eyes way from her textbook and glancing up at Luke, who was now standing beside her.

"How about some tea?" Luke suggested, the man continuing in his daily efforts to prevent Lorelai from worsening her debilitating coffee addiction, but to no avail—as usual.

"Absolutely, throw it in with the coffee." Lorelai immediately fired back, Luke just blowing out an exhausted breath and refilling her cup as he knew he'd lost this battle.

"That kind of dedication is admirable." Maeve smiled at Lorelai's stubbornness from her position at the counter, Delaney nodding slowly in agreement from her seat at her table as she was looking at the woman too.

"I know, right? Personally, I'm 'Team Lorelai'." Delaney added enthusiastically, entertained smirk growing in satisfaction at Luke's unappreciative expression for the pair's additions to the conversation, as well the vastly contrasting-to-Luke's-expression grin Lorelai flashed the girls.

"You're both not helping." Luke grumbled as he made his way around the counter and began to refill the coffee vat.

"Yeah, what else is new?" Jess sardonically chimed in from his position as he sided with his uncle—a very rare occurrence that only happened when he disagreed with Maeve in almost every interaction they had—and placed a customer's food in front of them; it was more like he carelessly dropped it on the table, but Jess clearly didn't care.

"Hey, leave them alone." Lorelai furrowed her eyebrows at the boys. "They're defending me, so everything they're saying is automatically the right answer."

"Well, you also think that six coffees by four thirty is a perfectly reasonable amount of caffeine to put in your body, so that's neither here, nor there." Luke remarked, tone incredibly confident, as he knew that his words had an incredibly logical undertone to them.

Maeve sucked in a faux-pitiful breath through her teeth as she turned to face Lorelai again. "I'm as much of a coffee addict as the next girl, but the man's got a point..."

Lorelai just playfully scoffed, the woman slightly narrowing her eyes as she replied. "Well, excuse me if I don't take your advice, Maeve, he's probably brainwashed you by force-feeding you veggie burgers and making your coffees decaf."

Maeve's face fell serious at the jest—primarily for added effect alongside her following words. "Don't even joke about that, Lorelai."

•

The rest of the day went smoothly, with Maeve leaving earlier to head off to school and returning to work that afternoon, the girl surprisingly still energised—though, she did give herself a few extra shots of coffee right before she left, much to Luke's opposition, as he made some comment about her following in Lorelai's detrimental footsteps as she did so.

The girl's attention was suddenly snatched away from her current task of wiping down the counter at the sound of the bell on top of the door ringing incredibly loudly, paired with the door itself bursting open, the sight of Paris, that Chilton girl that was at the Inn the previous night, stomping right through it, and Rory meekly following behind, thus providing an explanation for the sudden sounds.

Paris hurried over to the counter and sat herself in the seat right in front of Maeve with an unfounded sense of determination, the girl snatching a menu from beside the donut tray on top of the counter and shoving her face in it in an effort to be 'undercover', Rory slowly sitting in the seat beside hers and staring at her in pure embarrassment.

Maeve's eyes slightly widened at the fire behind the entirety of Paris' movements, and her eyes flickered to Rory at the sound of the girl's soft voice—a clear contrast between herself and her friend. "Hi, Maeve."

"Hi, Rory." Maeve responded, eyebrows furrowing at Paris as she sarcastically continued. "Madame Bovary."

Paris, instead of firing back an intelligently threatening comeback, just continued to pretend to read the menu, still steadfast in her immense effort to remain undercover, despite being directly addressed by Maeve.

Maeve's eyebrows just raised and fell out of awkwardness as she just clicked her tongue and continued to wipe the counter with the rag in her hand. "Okay, then...you're unnaturally frenzied for a teenage girl, by the way."

"What are you doing?" Rory just huffed out a perplexed, yet amused, chuckle at Paris' behaviour as she watched her friend completely ignore Maeve and continue to dart her eyes around the menu.

"I'm trying to just blend in, fade away, observe." Paris fired back.

"Maeve literally just addressed you multiple times." Rory furrowed her eyebrows at the girl as she gestured to Maeve, who just slowly nodded and briefly glanced at the pair.

"Yes, but if I don't respond, she'll eventually get the hint and leave me alone." Paris matter-of-factly explained. "Thereby, concealing my identity once more, it's a win-win."

"Hey, Rory. Coffee?" Luke questioned, moving to stand beside Maeve as he grabbed a coffee cup and poured Rory some coffee.

"Thanks, Luke." Rory smiled.

"Who's your friend?" Luke inquired as he briefly glanced at Paris, who had now slammed the menu shut in defeat and placed it back where it was.

"Angela Lansbury." Rory jested, Luke huffing out an amused sound that could be attributed to a chuckle, and Maeve grinning at the insult as she crossed her arms over her chest and entertainingly glanced between the group.

"You're the owner?" Paris immediately interrogated the man.

"Yep." Luke answered in the most monosyllabic tone possible before calling back to Rory's earlier joke. "You want some coffee, Angela?"

"No, thanks." Paris steadfastly refused.

"Okay." Luke acknowledged.

"So, you run the diner, huh?" Paris bluntly continued her crusade as she intimidatingly narrowed her eyes at Luke.

"Oh, boy." Rory blew out a breath as she took a sip of her coffee and sent Luke an apologetic look.

"You get a lot of truckers through here?" Paris suddenly inquired.

"Truckers?" Luke huffed a perplexed chuckle, Maeve raising her eyebrows in amusement at the random words.

"Yeah. Guys on the road for weeks, looking for company, a little pick-me-up. Things like that." Paris curtly elaborated, both Luke and Maeve sending Rory 'what is going on?' looks, to which the girl just matched them with an 'I have no idea' look in return.

"Where do you think we are? Derry?" Maeve sardonically chimed in with furrowed brows, referring to Stephen King's infamous fictional town.

"What is she talking about?" Luke verbalised their collective thoughts as he glanced at Rory for answers, much to Maeve's relief.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Rory cluelessly shrugged.

"It's pretty common knowledge that diners are breeding grounds for prostitution and drug dealers." Paris just scoffed at the group's oblivious statements.

"What?" Luke's humoured expression now quickly faded at the dangerous implication, and he confusedly shook his head.

"Have you ever seen anything like that going down here?" Paris directly prodded.

"Have I ever...?"

Before Luke could finish his, highly bewildered, answer, Paris just pointed to Reverend Nichols. "What about that guy? What's his story?"

"Reverend Nichols?" Luke specified with raised brows.

"Reverend Nichols, huh? What is that, like Dr. Feelgood?" Paris narrowed her eyes, not willing to believe anything Luke was saying. Before Luke could even answer, yet again, Paris just gestured to Maeve with a tilt of her head and continued her utterly perplexing narrative and string of chaotic questions. "How much do you pay her?"

The sudden question resulted in Maeve raising her eyebrows in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"I bet it's minimum wage, right? A small, even humble, diner like this, no one would expect you to pay your employees a fair salary, am I correct? Or is it like a child labour thing, you force her to work tirelessly for hours on end?" Paris narrowed her eyes as her words practically fell out of her mouth, the, once casual, conversation very rapidly shifting into a highly confrontational one.

"What?" Luke's eyes now widened in disbelief, the man not being able to keep up with her hurried words, as well as the very criminally suggestive connotations behind them. "Rory, how much do you like this person?"

"Do what you gotta do, Luke." Rory blew out a breath.

To make matters worse, Jess had now come down from the apartment, making his appearance in the diner as he was unwillingly pulled into the conversation, the boy standing at the end of the counter.

"Hey." Paris gestured to the boy, now catching the group's gazes and directing them to Jess, who was now flickering his eyes between them in slight confusion at this newfound attention. "Where'd he come from? What's up there? Is that where you keep the other girls?" Paris briefly glanced at Maeve as she spoke the words. "You got yourself a little cathouse up there?!"

Before Luke could kick her out and confront her, Jess just amusedly chimed in, sarcasm dripping off his tongue as he purposely chose to piss of Luke even more. "Wow, I think she got you, Uncle Luke. You better give up now."

"Do not add to this insanity." Luke harshly commanded, the man entirely unamused at his nephew's petty, jokey assertions as he directly pointed at him.

However, Jess had another goal in mind as he comfortably leaned against the back counter, tauntingly glancing between his uncle and the three girls his age, who were all watching him continue to taunt his uncle with his following comments. "An innocent boy like me should not be raised in an atmosphere like this."

To add to his faux-passionate claim, Jess tapped the end of the pencil he was previously using on the counter.

Maeve tried not to laugh or let, even the tiniest, smile be evident to Jess as she just covered her mouth with her hand, the girl itching her cheek as she successfully concealed the entertained smirk that had now tugged at the corners of her lips at the boy's funny jests.

Although she'd usually try to defend Luke in situations similar to these, she couldn't deny—internally, of course—that Jess' idea of a joke was always amusing.

Even if both of them didn't realise it, their sense of humours were highly similar to one another's.

Every single joke that Jess played on his uncle was genuinely hilarious, and even when he was terrorising Maeve's neighbours, namely the 'Doose's market incident', for some reason, he knew exactly how to make his pranks amusing.

"Jess!" Luke tried again to get Jess to, essentially, shut up, although the boy wasn't giving up that easy.

"I wanna be good, life's just not letting me." Jess held his hands up in a faux surrender motion as he widened his eyes at Luke.

"Rory, get her out of here." Luke shifted his attention to Rory as he sent the girl a dead-serious look, realising that Jess truly wouldn't leave the subject alone unless Rory removed the catalyst.

"Okay, let's go." Rory immediately obeyed the order, the girl grabbing Paris' arm and beginning to drag her out of the diner before she could cause any more of a ruckus.

"Why do you need me to leave?! What have you got to hide?!" Paris exclaimed as she was suddenly whisked away by Rory, Luke crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at her with a deep sense of hate, Maeve placing her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrows at the whole ordeal, and Jess just satisfactorily smirking, holding his hand up and waving his fingers at them mockingly.

"Paris, let's go!"

•

AUTHOR'S NOTE
i can't wait to write all the maeve and jess (jaeve???) angst 🤭

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