I've killed several prompts today...but for the life of me I can't figure out how to make the whole thing visible (my stuff is always too long for these reply boxes!) I'd put it in my journal, but since it doesn't have a public option, no one could get to it...

Anyhow, I decided to play with this word as part of the day's effort.

A little Daredevil in my RP world...no warnings or spoilers necessary.

But here's the clip:

A group of teenage girls, riant and gay, strolled down the street, dressed as if for a night in the club, their staggering movement as they bumped into each other in their laughter-laden dialogue and the too-late hour suggested inebriation, and Matthew scowled, wondering what club owner’s head he was going to have to bash for serving alcohol to a gaggle of minors. There were several on the street below him, including Glitter, and while he was pretty damn sure Curt’s people were smarter than that, he wasn’t above putting the fear of God…or the fear of the Devil…in them to be sure. First, however, he was going to make sure those girls got home safely. Havensport’s streets were cleaner of violence then they had been in some time, but there were always unsavory sorts looking to prey on the innocent, especially this close to the docks. And when he heard the smooth purr of a well-tuned engine slow down and stop near the girls’ position, he leapt from his rooftop perch to prevent them from making a perhaps costly mistake.

Mid-leap, however, he realized he recognized the voice coming from within the car.

“Aren’t you young ladies out past your curfew?”

“Listen, old man…if we didn’t break the rules, we’d miss all the fun in life,” one of the girls challenged with a slurred voice.

The other three girls giggled and chortled their agreements.

“Shall I see you home…?”

“Sure,” one tittered seductively. One of her friends pulled her back.

“You think we’re crazy?” said another at the same time.

When Matthew landed behind them as they spoke, however, all four screamed in shock and surprise and began pushing and shoving to clamber into the backseat of the car door the closest one had yanked open.