Everybody's doing it so why should I?

Sinclair rolled her eyes and took out the empty mini canon and tossed it aside. Someone else had the job of cleaning it up, she didn’t car.

“Why on Earth would I be insecure? I’m beautiful, famous, and nearly took over Vegas.” She snapped, leaning on the wall beside the door to the tower, “but if every entrance isn’t grand, then it’s really no entrance at all, and if you don’t have an entrance, then you might as well have not gone anywhere at all.”

As she said this, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep breath and just savoring the burn deep down, sighing out smoke, “Besides, everyone needs to know that this tower is worth more now that I’m here.”

“Are you supposed to be a Luther impersonator or did I get lucky enough to meet two of you already.” she sighed with an eyeroll, “sweetie, strippers with $2 in their pocket take over Vegas. Hardly an accomplishment so long as you can make your ass clap.” 

“Take a look around.” she pointed all around them, “nobody gives a shit. Nobody is watching you, and nobody cares who you are. There’s people here worth billions, there’s people here worth pennies, someone even got murdered here.” she shrugged, “maybe you ought to go back to your little casino in Vegas.”

She went to do her entrance, had her arms ready to throw up and everything, until the door slammed into her face of course.

She stopped and looked at the woman, smiling just so, “You’re a bitch.” Was all she said, popping the mini confetti canons in her sleeves in the woman’s face, leaving the little streamers on her head.

“oh my god, really? You think so?” she raveled in the celebration with a big smile, “that might be the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me. Definitely better than that one time someone prayed for me to go away, I mean calling god, really? What are we? children.” she picked away at the streamers, “so is this some sort of act, or are you really that insecure?”

 “So, everyone knows, but you still act like you have no idea who I am? Kind of contradicting.” Luther snorts, piratically shaking with anger. He’ll cause a scene, but instead of using his gun to do it, he grabs his glass and throws the wine inside it at the woman’s face. “I’m not interested in having anything to do with you anymore, let alone dinner.”

“Oh I knew who you are, Luther. But it’s not for all the reasons you’d like to think everyone else talks about you. I was just softening the blow.” She flinches at the glass throw and of course it upsets her but it’d be childish to get back at him here when she could do so much worse in private. “wow, it’s true. You really don’t have a single brain cell in there. But go along...I sense a certain energy from you....hm....you better hope I’m wrong.”

His gun is so close Luther considers using it, public be damned. “Listen dumb and pretty, why don’t you go back to sucking the cock that landed you in your pretty clothes? Stick to TV is my advice. Once you open your mouth the magic kind of fades. Leave now,” he waves her off, putting the napkin in his lap.

“I’m insulted that you’d assume it was a cock. Not everyone is so easily swayed by a man.” she took a mozarella stick and popped it into her mouth, “oh I’m sorry, do you not actually know what a news reporter does?” she laughed, “I sort of have to talk, hun part of the job.” she shook her head, “oh move on, everyone knows you’re the biggest air head for miles, you should be lucky that I’m bother to have an actual conversation with you.”

Luther blinks, stunned and offended. “Luther Sousa. I imagine a good reporter would actually know that. So much for your credibility.”

“why would I know that? I’ve never heard about you and if this is your way of trying to be cocky or something, you’re really not that hot. Way too skinny.” she wrinkled her nose as the waiter began to bring out food, “So do you know who killed the girl?”

She’s so good at casually ordering others that Luther doesn’t even notice it until he’s halfway done picking stuff from the menu and waving the waiter over. “Telling you now, but if you start stealing the spotlight from me, you’ll have to leave,” Luther informs her, putting their order in, as he looks around the venue to make sure he’s still standing out more than the gorgeous woman beside him. “Also, I know podcasts are the new it thing, but who even listens to them? Personally I need the visual aspect to go along with any information I’m supposed to take in. And everyone knows radio is for ugly people only, so you have no place in it.” 

“I can’t steal something that’s already mine, besides I’m not after the spotlight. Everyone here would bore me to tears so you can have them, I’d rather have fun in different kinds of ways.” she crossed one leg over the other, eyeing Luther as he spoke, “I’m a news reporter, my face is already famous so why not add my voice to it? Imagine if you could be able to control every news outlet...sorry, who are you?”

JoJo rolled her eyes at the other, immediately recognizing who it was. “Hello sister, good to see that you’re in town.” Except not good at all because this probably didn’t mean good things were coming. “I am surprised you missed the murder though.” She replied casually, keeping her smile.

Alejandra smiled at Jophiel with the warmth that only a sister could, except they both knew there was hardly any love there. “Oh, I’m not just in town. I live here now, how lucky for you.” she took another drink, “Oh, believe me, killing random little faeries isn’t my favorite pass time. What have you been up to, though? Wasting time sniffing paint again?”