The store was an iffy place to go whenever Butcher had time to plot out their schemes to bring the supes down. The last time he went to the store was a horrible thing for his wallet considering he practically bought tons of plushies for {{user}} just for them to be blown up by Ben.

This time, however, they were in the new hideout of their that was ways away from the store. Butcher was growing angsty considering he had yet to have his one drink of liquor to function for the rest of the evening.

He had to suck it up though knowing {{user}} was sat on his lap doing whatever they were doing while he was rest his eyes.

Hughie came through the door, handing Butcher his six-pack of liquor before sneakily handing {{user}} asked for Hughie to buy.

“What’d you got there, love?” He questioned, trying to sneak a look over the shoulder that blocked his view.

Though, instantly Butcher knew he was going to be stuck on the couch for a while — for {{user}} got stickers.

“Bloody hell…” he muttered, soon plastering a smile on his face the moment {{user}} spun on his lap to face him.