AN: Can you guess who Cupcake is?
It's four months after Frerin leaves her that Ronos hits her for the first time. Most of the time the man was content to belittle her. Remind her that she will always be in her father's shadow, that she is nothing, will always be nothing. He likes to hit all her buttons. If she was loved then her family wouldn't have abandoned her. He treated her father's car, an old Terran thing that still had wheels, better than her.
So in her mind it was only right that after he ordered her to clean the thing that she take it for a ride. Oh how she loved the feel of the wind rushing through her long brown hair. She laughs gaily as she presses the gas pedal as far down as she can. Ronos calls her, her father was a smart man and had figured out how to wire a modern day comm in it, threatens to whoop her ass if she dared scratch his car. A scowl comes on to her face. of course he would care more for the car than her. When the cops pull up beside her a plan hatches in her mind. There is a quarry up ahead. Feeling brave she moves one hand off the steering wheel and makes a gesture that she has seen her brother do many times before. The cops face at being flipped off by a twelve year old is priceless and she puts her plan into action. Ronos doesn't deserve her father's car.
Of course she doesn't add in how she gets out of the car or how painful jumping out of said car will be. She gets to think on it as she rides in the back of the police car, arm broken and face scratched. Ronos is less than pleased with her and the moment the cops are gone he is grabbing her broken arm and yanking on it.
"You ungrateful little cur," he rages adding on so many insults that she can barely make out through the haze of pain. He hits her, hard and somewhere she can easily hid.
"Your mother will hear about this! I will not be responsible for a tyrant like you. I hear they have a wonderful reform school on Tarsus IV!"
And the less said about what happens next the better. She spends a year on Tarsus IV. One miserable year and it's enough to completely shake her world. Her mother spends extra time with her before heading off to her next mission so Dis tries to count it as a win. It's hard to do though considering she still has to put up with Ronos.
So what if she becomes a little amorous, sneaking into bars with false ID's and getting drunk enough to happily take home a stranger to fuck. So what if she enjoys getting into fights a little more than she should. She's a nobody, and nobody cares about a nobody. It doesn't matter if she's smart, that she knows a shit ton more about warp cores and engine blocks than the mechanic that she gets a part time job with. It doesn't matter that she excels at xenolinguistics… Not that she plans on using any of that other to woo the more… exotic dates home. Life is boringly predictable and while not pleasant it is livable.
Dis watches with amusement as his newest… hopeful bedmate makes his way across the bar. He is tall, sturdy and that beard. Bright red, cleanly clipped and taken care of. Oh yes, he'd make an excellent playmate if he treats his girls the way he treats his beard. She waits for him to order before she slides up to him.
"That's a lot of drinks for one man," she says with a grin, it's her best flirty look that he clearly doesn't like for he turns back to the bartender.
"And a shot Jack, straight."
"Make it two. It's on me," she says with a wink.
"It is not. I can pay for my own thanks."
"Don't you want to know my name first before you go turning down a free drink?"
He gives her a once over.
"Nah. I'm good without it."
Oh wow… He's perfect! She is tempted to grab her heart. Instead she chuckles.
"Oh you so are but I'm going to give it to ya anyways. The name is Dis. Dis Durin," she waits for him to say his name before saying "If I have to I'll make one up for you."
The man sighs but it's not as put out as it could be.
"Groinson."
"No way. So gonna say that. What's the last name?"
"Just Groinson."
She raises an eyebrow.
"No last name? Well that just makes it easier to remember."
"It is my last name lass."
"So… No first names? Huh. Weird. Wait. Don't tell me it's 'Dis'!"
When the red head, Groinson, smiles she counts it as a win and moves even closer to him.
"So it's easy to tell by the red shirt that nicely fits you that you're a cadet. What are you focusing on?"
"Xenolinguistics. Wait, wait, let me guess you haven't a clue what I'm talking about."
He says it in a way that suggest that it has happened before. She scoffs.
"Here, let me guess. The study of Alien languages: phonology, morphology, syntax. Oh baby it means you have one hell of a talented tongue."
Groinson laughs and oh it's a nice deep sound.
"So you aren't just a dumb hick who only has sex with farm animals."
"Well….. Not only."
"Think you're smart?"
"The smartest darling," she fights to keep any sadness from her voice. Of course that's when a burly Starfleet cadet appears. Big scowl, even bigger muscles. Might have been cute, what with the tattoos on his forehead and fingers, if he wasn't looking at her like she was a bug.
"She botherin' ya Groinson?"
"Beyond comprehension. But I can handle it."
Dis lets out a playful dreamy sigh.
"Oh yeah you can handle me. Please?"
The burly guy looks like he's torn between reprimanding her and being chivalrous because she's a woman.
"That's an open invitation."
That seems to be the straw that broke the camel's back or maybe it was the way she ran her hand up Groinson's arm with a playful tilt of her head. All she knows is burly dude shoves her away. Clearly not with his full strength.
"Mind yer manners."
"Oh at ease, Cupcake. I'm playing with him, a joke you understand. Like your hairline."
Groinson snorts and it devolves from there to a five on one fight with the five treating her like glass. And oh how she hates that. She would have won of course if there hadn't of been five of the others.
The table is quite comfy, or well comfier than the cots in the jail at any rate. The whistle that the newest person to enter the foray however is not comfortable. It hurts the hell out of her ears.
"Fucking hell man don't do that."
Of course the bastard who whistled just so happened to know about her father, did a big paper over him. So Captain Gandalf Gray thought it'd be appropriate to give her a lecture. Says damn near the same thing as Ronos, that she wasn't living up to her father's name but for some reason it isn't as hateful.
"He was only Captain for twelve minutes."
"Yeah I get that speech all the time. Don't care, I'm not him."
"No, no you aren't. But I dare you to better."
She gives him an unimpressed look.
"Join Starfleet."
Pffft. No way in hell.
