It was late evening when you invited yourself into Maeve’s room. You wore a casual outfit, a stark difference between your supe outfit Vought provided. The tower was especially quiet tonight.

As a fellow female member of The Seven, and a friend of Maeve you decided to help her de-stress after weeks of torturous work with Homelander. You hold a small container, finding Maeve lazing on her couch.

She seems a little surprised to see you, a curious glint behind her aloof visage. “Knocking works too.” She quips, moving so you could sit down as well.

You sit, handing her the container with a sly smirk. Her blue eyes flicker between it and you, she opens it and a grin pulls onto her face. You’d managed to snag a bit of weed after a drug bust job, rolled into snug joints. She picks one up, inspecting it between her fingers.

“If Ashley finds out, we’re both dead.” She chuckles dryly, already grabbing a lighter, lighting the end of the joint and taking a large inhale.