New Kid In Town (Brittany)

Maverick trudged up the stairs with three bags. One in each hand, and one with the strap dangling around his neck. It wasn't the most intelligent idea, restricting his airways while physically exerting himself, but his stubbornness clouded his common sense. Nonetheless, he powered through the the next four flights of stairs, to reach the top floor. He rested his hand on the door and dubbed over, catching his breath. He opened the door, immediately dropping the bags on the floor. He looked around the mostly new apartment. It was small, but very nice. It was a shining place, with brite white walls, and new kitchen appliances. The place was empty, with no furniture whatsoever. Not that Maverick was complaining. The first thing he did was fall to the floor on his back, feeling tired. It was a long trip, and the first feeling he would get is hunger. He wanted to make something to eat but he was just too tired. He got up and went to the window. It was dusk out. He noticed something crucial: he had nothing to do. He didn't need a job, his father was transferring more than enough money into his bank account. He finished school. Maverick started to feel depressed. "I'm going to die of fucking boredome here."

Maverick looked on his phone searching for things he could buy over the Internet. He looked over some furniture. First he would buy some paint. The place was to white. He could bye some exercising equipment, but he would have to stick it all in the living room. It would be fine with him. He never gave much of a damn about the appearanc, only the effectiveness. He needed the red walls to get his heart pumping. He could use a flat screen TV. Not a necessity. He didn't need anymore clothing, aside from a few muscle shirts. He yawned as he sat on the floor. He could look for some things around the shopping district of Endy, but he doubted if he could find anything that suits him. He felt really uncomfortable just sitting there on the floor, doing nothing but shopping on the Internet. He probably needed some fresh air. It was feeling monotonous and problematic. He dropped his phone and started to instinctively do push-ups. He needed to do something. He could no longer just sit there on his phone. He was no longer feeling exhausted. He looked at the time. He was still hungary. He decided to get up and go for something to eat. He was lacking patience. He should have realized that. But, his impatience conquered his mind. "Fucking boring city. I expected excitement." He heard a feint voice. Hello-o? Anybody there?" His first instinct (and his first hope) it was a burglar of some kind. He wasn't expecting any visitors. He hopped from his resting place and ran to the door. The first thing he did was grab the assumed burglar by the neck, and push him into the wall. Of course it would lead him to be close to his/her face, and give a threatening "can I help you?"

Maverick looked up and down. This was no where near what he was hoping for. He was hoping he could lock fists with an intruder. But instead he found a woman inches away from him. She was definitely no one to fight. She seemed scared, no hint of battle rage or even a glare. Just a scared look. A look that was fearing for one's life, instead of one that throws it all away just to get a single shot in. He sighed. He missed his fights. He missed the breaking of other's bones beneath his fists. He started to feel depressed. He looked down and pushed the female away. He walked to the window and fell on his back, the bear carpet floor. He wanted to let loose. He wanted to do something. He mumbled, "I need something to fucking do." He looked over to the girl who intruded on him. Easy on the eyes, but not what he was looking for. His mind began to wonder all over the place. His stomach grumbled. He must be fed. He stood to his feet. Maybe finding something to eat would lead to some interesting endeavors, as unlikely as it seemed. He just needed to get out as soon as possible. "Hey lady, do you know where a guy can get somethin to eat in this city, I'm stavin."

"Well...I...just came back home, so...hum, if you, like, want to stop by and have lunch...You can... You know, come?.. Perhaps...? Maybe...?"
Her question was in no way hostile, or even mean. Yet, it was suspicious. It was odd nonetheless. Maverick cut his eyes at the girl who had asked to go to her house. She seemed so innocent. So naïve. So very corruptible. Maverick assumed while she was easy on the eyes, she may not be easy on the logic. Though, he supposed there would be no harm in going with her. Than he thought there was a lot of harm. He wanted to see the city more, not go into an apartment in the same building. He sighed.
“Thanks for the offer. But I have a better offer. How about I take you out for something to eat. And while you’re at it, show me around. I’ll pay for anything. I want to go outside. I fucking hate feeling cooped up in a house.”

Maverick raised a red eyebrow. She was…excited. Maverick could see a lot of himself in this Brittany person. She had a warrior spirit without being a warrior. Maverick leaned back a little at her grin. Why was she so damn happy? No way in hell could someone be in such a good mood, and even generous to the person who almost beat the shit outta her. It was one of the strangest things he had ever seen. But, she seemed nice and cute, so he grabbed her hand into a hardy handshake.
Still eager to leave, he immediately shuts the door behind them, and locks it. Even though he was supposed to follow her he hurried down stairs. “And by the way, moi name is Maverick. A pleasure to meat such a foin lady. So where do we go first? And sorry about  that mess I did. I was hopi-, I mean thinking, you were a robba.”

Maverick laughed. “Well where I come from, a complete stranger can break in, say “hi”, than stab your whole family. I said you could be a robber, I never said you could be a sane one.” Maverick kicked open the door of the entrance, and took a breath of fresh air. He pulled out his phone and began to navigate. He looked at his account balance. $421,149. More than enough money. He reminds himself to thank his father later. “So, Ms. Brittany, where do you recommend we go?” Still, even though he had no idea where he was going, continued to walk along the side walk. He was beginning to feel energetic.

Maverick laughed as she asked. “You don’t wanna know where oi be coming from.” He laughed to himself for his broken English. “It wasn’t bad, but you can guess I made it bad…in a sense.” Maverick remembered how the crime rate went up during the time period of his days in a cage, beating the shit out of anyone who stepped in. But it was mostly his father. More crime organizations made their appearance, and found that street fighting was good money. “Lets go to some place where a fella such as myself, can get his jaws on some meat. Burger, lamb, horse, closest place will do nicely.”

“Well, I was born in the my old Irish lands, and I am a bastard. My mother was a whore, and my father is the leader of a Mob. Being near that life, you see a lot of things that you shouldn’t see as a wee pup. But I’m glad I saw them.” Maverick can recall when he was young two large men dragging a dead body through his large home. It was unsavory for a child to witness, but it was things like that that made him the man he is. He smiled at the bitter sweet memories. Maverick looked up and saw the large Starbucks sign on the building. He opened the door for Brittany, using what very very little of chivalry he had (it was very little). “God damn, I’m hungary.”