"The fuck are you staring at?"

She sat in a pew, nursing a broken nose, giving him a fierce side-eye. She didn't like him, and he couldn't really blame her given he was the one who broke that nose in the first place.

"You punched me first, kid. What'd you expect?" He asked her, leaning against the end of one of the pews.

"It was an accident." She spoke bluntly, her voice a little muffled through the frozen peas covered in paper towels from the bathroom. It was true. It had been. But she'd still hit him, and if she was so clumsy that she didn't know where her own fist was going, that was her own fucking fault.

"You don't get to make accidents. Accidents are dangerous, kid. They get people shot."

She didn't respond, instead turning her vision back downwards, her body hunched over her knees as some more blood dripped from the already soaked paper towel onto the floor. Johnny would have felt a little sorry for her if she wasn't being such a bitch. She was a decent size for a chick, big enough to take on most of the recruits but small enough to fit in small spaces and, admittedly, not be too hard to look at. Honestly, when she'd walked in with her shitty valley-girl tan and bleached hair, Johnny thought he'd brought in one of Tanya's girls. He was impressed with how she held herself right up until she threw a messy punch and clocked him in the jaw during her canonization.

After a few moments, he gave an exacerbated exhale and approached her, taking a seat next to her and pulling her hand away from her face. If Aisha found out he broke a chick's nose and didn't even try to make sure she was alright, he'd be in trouble. Again. "Come on," he sighed, lifting her head up by the chin until she was facing upwards. "Let's look at the damage."

She tried to shrug him off, but he kept a firm grip on her chin, giving a whistle when he pulled the frozen peas away. "Fuuuck, I'm good," he laughed, setting them down on the pew and turning her face from left to right in the light, admiring his handiwork. Her face from the bridge of her nose down was bloody, her nose itself sitting on a weird angle that it definitely wasn't before. "Hold on to something, kid," he warned. "This is going to hurt. Like a fucking lot."

"The fuck are you-" she stopped when he grabbed her nose and forcefully snapped it back to the right where it sat before, a great crunching noise ringing through the old church, turning a few heads. "FUCK!" She cried out, pulling away as he let go and covering her face in her hands, doubling over and groaning in agony. Johnny couldn't help but laugh, wiping the blood his hand had picked up against her back, the physical contact making her recoil.

"Maybe next time you'll think twice before swinging at me," he joked. "What's your name, kid?"

"Fuck you!" She spat from beneath her hands. Johnny just smirked, eyeing the wallet sitting in her back pocket.

"The fuck kind of name is that? Belgian?" He grinned and reached out, grabbing the wallet and snatching it from her jeans. "Let's take a look…"

"What the fuck, man?!" She cried, reaching out to take it back. Johnny merely turned his back to her, flicking through it to find an ID or something, settling for a driver's license.

"You can drive stick, not bad… hold the fuck on," Johnny turned back to look at her, holding in a snort. "This seriously your fuckin' name?"

"Give me back my ID," she warned. Johnny burst into laughter, her refusal to comment being enough for him.

"Mirabelle?!" he laughed. "Fuckin seriously? You a fuckin' cow or something?!"

The next thing Johnny knew, she'd taken a knife from god-knows-where and had it pointed at his chest. He managed to stifle his laughter, but his smirk remained, not at all threatened by the little white girl threatening him. "Give me my fucking ID," she ordered.

"Alright, alright," he shrugged and put the ID back into the wallet for her, handing it over with a shrug. "Chill out, kid, I won't tell anyone…" he raised an eyebrow when he spotted a folded-up strip of condom foils, flickering his eyes to her and then back. "Got enough rubbers in here?"

"Gimme' that," she said, taking the knife away and snatching the wallet back. "You done yet? Don't you have someone else to fuck with?"

"Nope." He shook his head and leaned back in the pew, crossing his arms. "I just fixed your nose, kid, you should probably fuckin' thank me… you can start by telling me where the fuck you learned to fight that that."

"...I just knew."

"Come the fuck on, kid," he groaned. "I fucked your nose up. Build a bridge and get the fuck over it. We all went through that, you're one of us now and you're fuckin' lucky a broken nose is the worst you got."

She watched him for a moment, eyeing him hesitantly before speaking. "I really don't know. Been getting in fights since I was a kid."

"Guess they didn't like that in the burbs, huh?"

"I'm not a fucking suburbs kid." She shifted in her seat a bit. "I'm not giving you a fuckin' sob story though if that's what you want. I survived this long and I'm here. That's it."

It was Johnny's turn to eye her now. She wasn't a suburbs kid, but had the fancy-ass hair and clothes? Another smirk spread across his mouth, the light bulb going off over his head. "You're a fuckin' hooker, aren't you?"

"The fuck?" She made a face of disgust, but he could see right through it. Johnny knew her game. He had her figured out now.

"All the rubbers, the way you fight, the fact you looked like you stepped out of a fuckin' salon when you showed up before, the knife? Either you're a hooker or you're really fuckin' pissed at your daddy."

She was silent for a moment, hunching back over her knees and mulling over his deduction. Johnny knew her game was up, and she was probably trying to figure out if she could still try and deny it.

"Not anymore," she finally said, her voice low. "I'm out of that game now. I don't need it anymore."

"Hated it that much, huh?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Boring. It was good cash, but there wasn't purpose unless you went and worked for Tanya, which…" she laughed. "Fuck that bitch, seriously. It was just fucking boring."

He raised his eyebrow at her. "You were bored? Are you for real?" Johnny laughed this time, just a little, watching her as he did so and spreading his arms back to rest on the back of the pews. "You're fuckin' crazy, kid."

"Don't call me that."

He rolled his head from left to right, smiling to himself. He liked her. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was because she was fucking crazy. But he liked her. "I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to, kid." He stood up from the pew, rolling his shoulders now. "I like you. You're rolling with me now."

"Seriously?" She asked.

"Yeah. I wanna see if you're crazy enough to keep the fuck up with me. You're probably like a hungry racoon or some shit."

"I will fucking cut you."

"That's my girl."