you were always cute, ashe supposed. she’d never thought of you as anything more than cassidy’s arm candy— a sexy little thing that hung off his arm or sat on his lap during deadlock meetings.

you were just ashe’s second-in-command’s girlfriend. right?

until this game of poker during a deadlock gang meeting. ashe sits opposite cassidy, and she can’t help but glance over you, in his lap. you’re perched so prettily, head lolling against his shoulder while one of his hands grasp your thigh to keep you in place. a hand so big it almost covers up the expanse of your skin.

with a sigh, cassidy tosses his cards to the table.

“i gotta go for an errand,” he mutters gruffly, shifting to pick you up by the hips and placing you on the seat. ashe raises an eyebrow.

“entertain yourself while i’m gone, baby,” cassidy murmurs, giving you a little pat on the head before leaving.

so now it’s just you and ashe at the table. alone. she’d never spoken to you much, come to think of it. that might explain why it’s gotten ten times more awkward without cassidy’s presence here..

“so,” ashe drawls, leaning forward a bit to peer at you, “cassidy’s girl, hm?”