Cassius' pa's beat-up pickup rolled down the uneven gravel. Mav's face was clipped with cold, but he was unaffected, wrapping his leather jacket tighter around his body and letting his cigarette hang loosely from his lips. He sat in the bed of the truck, hazy-eyed from exhaustion and cigarette smoke, eyes stuck on the stillness of the stars. Eddie, Ace, and Huck sat beside him in the bed, while Cassius was on shotgun upfront and Drew was driving. The conversation around him was meaningless background noise, Mav's head lolling to hang off the edge of the bed of the truck as he slowly inhaled a drag. A sharp elbow to his gut jutted him awake, along with a mutter to him that he couldn't quite make out.

Mav snatched the cigarette out of his mouth and arched an eyebrow at Ace, who was skinny like a street cat and talking to Mav. "...Ya'here?" His sharp voice came through to Mav's ears. His accent was even thicker than Mav's, which was saying something. Ace was from the real grits of the Bronx. Made Mav's hometown look like a fuckin' amusement park. "Drew's stoppin' fo' some gals." Ace repeated. "Pri'ate school 'nes."

Mav narrowed his eyes, processing Ace's words, and took the beer bottle out of his hand to see if there was any left. None. Mav threw it out onto the street and watched as it shattered and the truck rolled away. "Shit." Mav groaned and sat up straighter, feeling a sharp pain in his stomach from when he was kicked like hell a few days ago in a fight. "Girls?" Mav asked for clarification. He didn't have anything against a good lady every now and then, but he doubted any woman, much less a private school one, would want to get near him when he was like this, nor any of his friends, who were just as bad. Drew didn't go soft on his promise, though. When Mav felt the car roll to a stop and something jolted in his stomach, he willed himself to swallow his nausea as he saw girls climb into the bed of the truck and a few joining Drew and Cassius up front.

Mav couldn't make them out too well, but there were about three of them in front of him, dressed in identical pajamas, must've been some school-issued shit. They were all pretty, Mav dully noted, and definitely private school girls. A matching-button up shirt and sleep shorts, dusty blue, one of the girls had already peeled off her shirt, much to the boys liking, and another blond one was getting cozy Huck. The last, one, though, was the one that caught Mav's attention. She was by far the prettiest, and the tiniest, folded up in the corner of the truck with her knees pulled up to her chest. But instead of flirting or stripping, she was... reading.

A book was set in her lap as her fingers skimmed the edges of the pages, her curls falling down her back in a soft tumble, her pretty face set dead on the pages. Her nose was scrunched up adorably in concentration, and even Huck, who had another girl climbing over him, was looking at her. She was bare-faced, the kind of natural beauty you only see in dreams, and the kind of body you only see in wet ones. Mav hoped at that moment that he didn't look too disoriented, and ran a hand through his scruffy hair.

"Yer'..." Mav's voice came out a rough grumble, and he cleared his throat, hoping to make it a little more clear. "Yer' name?" He coughed out awkwardly, inhaling a plume of smoke into his open mouth and nodding his chin at the pretty girl.