only angel.

                 A LIT CIGARETTE       gets tossed to the ground as she uses the toes of her shoes to put it out.            ❝         no fucking way i’m waiting for another bullshit plan.     ❞            she nearly snorts with her words.  evident indignation with each pronunciation.                  ❝        they take one of ours we take six of theirs.       ❞

“Oh that just sounds like more fun!” They nods, as the breaking hearts was actually a good thing– it isn’t and they knows how it feels and yet…perhaps Baby had become enamored with the idea of being a heart-breaker after his own was chewed up and spit out, either way they let out a small chuckle of amusement. “Good thing I’m the whole package, the whole shebang, if you will.” Baby listens as Minnie says that she doesn’t really do pink, they wonder what that’s like, as half their wardrobe if not more is pink, almost exclusively pink to be honest. Baby loved the color, drenched themselves in it, sort of like an unspoken obsession.  “I’ve got a white mask if that helps, a bunny one, hold up! I have a picture I was gonna post on insta later, let me…hop to it…” Baby snorts at their own joke before a giggle escapes their lips. “And see that’s one of the many reasons I adore you.” Baby was probably the needy type of date to be fair, they’re sure it’s somewhat obvious but they don’t voice it at any rate. They preen at the ‘yes’ the receive as they take out and scroll through their phone. Baby might of excitedly clapped had their hands not been busy, so instead the wiggle a bit  “Heck yes, we’re gonna have so much fun..I mean get shit done, serious business and all.” Even though something like this was still work, Baby didn’t ever really consider what they did work, it came as easy as breathing to them. There might of been a point in time where that scared them, to feel like that…at the very least upset them, it didn’t seem to anymore for the most part. “Oh! Here it is,” They turn the phone towards Minnie finally to show them the photo.

“believe me, it will be. there’s nothing i enjoy more than crushing the hopes and dreams of a man beneath my leather booted heel.” now that much was true and the way her voice rings with clarity is a testament to the fact. unfortunately, there are no men penciled into her day planner for her to call up and destroy just now but that doesn’t feel like a detail worthy of including. baby’s confidence is refreshing where on anyone else it may have grated on her nerves. although she could be very self-absorbed at times, she made it look good. baby had proven themselves a worthy companion in the sense that she had yet to find herself wanting to roll her eyes at everything they say. 

besides, their energy was contagious, at least where the ball was concerned. though she was excited to see what plans adrian had for them at the dance itself, it wasn’t until talking it over with baby that she could really get into the whole opulent aesthetic of it. that sort of thing was left very firmly in her past with her ex beau. “please keep the puns to a minimum,” minnie deadpans. she spoke in sarcasm, not dad jokes.  the assurance of their adoration keeps her demeanor towards them soft as can be though and her smile is as easy as it is natural.

“So I’m thinkin’ unless you got a HOT date already to that shindig we gotta go to, that me and you,” Baby points to the both of them as if to emphasis their point, crossing their legs as they do so; continuing. “call it a done deal and go together!” Baby offers the warmest of smiles along with a tilt of their head as they await the answer.  “I pinky promise I won’t let you down, I’ll be lookin’ sharp as a mother fuckin’ tack.” They uncross their legs because they can’t seem to sit still, at any rate they look to Minnie with hopeful anticipation. “I got the prettiest pink suit and everythingggg, unless you want to go, like, matching cause that’s a hella mood too.”

@mxnnies

“i’ll have to cancel a few plans and break a few hearts but that’s nothing out of the ordinary,” there’s a teasing lilt to her voice that gives away her jest entirely. she’d been quick to give a confirmation of her attendance to adrian because she knew she had nothing better to do on a friday night. against her better judgement, she might even say she was excited for whatever was going to go down on... 57th street, was it? 

      “what’s ironic about that? you’ve lost me.” it actually would make sense. of all the people to leave a handgun in a fridge, declan would be… not the least surprised he could possibly be, but it wouldn’t give him a heart attack to find that it had been wes. “i disagree. maybe there’s something to it, but have you ever tried to kill a person with a key? there’s a drama that people ascribe to guns that places them in a different category altogether. well. some people. but have you ever heard of someone glorifying a key? if not using it for some godawful metaphor?”

the way that the water glistens has the moonlight r e f l e c t i n g in her eyes, the grin on her face ALIGHT enough to brighten the space by itself if she had to. crystalline hues flick towards the other, a brow cocked in an almost challenge. “ so — are we gonna take a dip, or are you too CHICKEN ? ”

      he looked at her critically, but only for the briefest of moments. he hadn’t been in the gang that long himself, but rookies were still… odd to see. “you’re right. you can’t be trusted with a firearm yet.” he examined the gun, established that he’d never seen it before, and sighed. “don’t say that in front of my brother.” he wondered if he himself counted as one of the older members. it wasn’t impossible. "are keys and guns really comparable?”

      he was searching the kitchen for something to eat – it had been a while since he’d last had anything, thanks to the distraction that was work. he didn’t much care for the state of it, nor for any of the food he could find, and… “who left a fucking GUN in the fridge?”