abandon all hope, ye who enter here

|| PowerPuff Girls Unite ||

Carmen sat quietly on one of the stools in Katia’s kitchen, sipping on her second glass of wine. She watched as her friend wandered around the kitchen preparing some sort of fancy bread Carmen had trouble pronouncing. “Well, I’ve never tried- whatever kind of bread it is I’m about to eat and I love all kinds of food, so I’m probably going to love it.”

Thank you.

I wish I could offer you more help, Mrs. Montgomery. Unfortunately, this isn’t exactly my area of expertise either. But if it wasn’t Aaron, maybe it was just someone trying to stir up trouble. It could have been someone completely neutral for all we know.

Who do you believe kidnapped my daughter?

Mrs. Montgomery...as much as I would like to be able to give you a definitive answer, I can’t. If I had to guess though, based on what happened at the Halloween part that Margot had, I assume Aaron Reed played a part in it somehow.

Thanks, Carmen. How’s life treating you by the way?

Anytime. I haven’t actually had anything to complain about recently, which I guess is a good thing. How about you? Aside from your jacket thief, are you doing okay? How’s Jeremy?

Don’t trouble yourself with apologies. Stefanie is quite alright, thank you. 

Well, I’m really glad to hear that. 

As it weird as it is, it was a guy, I think. Sandy blonde hair. I didn’t get a good look. It’s okay, though, I guess. Shit happens.

Sounds kind of familiar, but then again a lot of guys I know have sandy blonde hair. But I promise if I see anyone walking around with a jacket, I’ll grab it for you.

It must be someone else. I don’t like to trouble myself with your line of work, Carmen. You’re doing well, I hope?

Uh, right. Yeah, sorry. I’m good. Just trying to work and keep myself busy. I hope you’re doing well, too. How’s Stefanie doing, if you don’t mind my asking?

Why 40? That’s so fucking unfair. Wanna know why? Because you’re not even risking jail time. 

Well, I mean if you’re really as good as you say you are, you shouldn’t even be worried about jail time.

I can’t hear you when you mumble. Speak up, or don’t talk at all.

Sorry. I, uh, I got a text saying I was supposed to meet someone here. I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be you or...I can go wait over there.

If you weren’t being so negative, I’d steal the car, sell it, and share at least 30% of the profit with ya. But never mind.

See if you’d said 40%, I probably would have been more inclined to say nice things. But now I’m just even more convinced you won’t do it.

Oh, come on. Don’t start with that bullshit. I could easily take the Lambo parked outside. Don’t fucking tempt me.

There’s no fucking way that you’re going to steal a car worth nearly half a million dollars. No fucking way.

I left it on the bar when I was getting the rest of my things and when I looked up, it was gone. It’s probably gone forever. 

Aw shit, Erin, I’m sorry. Do you remember who was near the bar? I might be able to track whoever it was down. They could be one of my customers.

To the person that stole my coat last night, fuck you. Guess I’m braving the cold today. 

Ah fuck, that sucks, Erin. Are you sure you didn’t just put it in a different place? I can help you look for it if you want.