#{snorts}

Iceman after he quit smoking, probably:

guys i’m still here .

Fighting for daddy's approval

💥

horny on main

The night started with sequins—so many of them and all attached to your dress, catching the light off of the extravagant centrepieces at each table like you’d been dipped in champagne and sent out as bait. In a way you had. Your firm was one of the primary sponsors of the gala. Not the top one—no, that was saved for the tech empire funding the new neuro wing—but definitely loud enough to be printed in gold foil on the front of the program. And you, said bait? Your job that night while the higher ups gloated, was to make sure no one forgot that. You were the charming face to a faceless donation, tasked with steering conversations just enough to ensure your company’s name rolled off the tongues as easily as the merlot did.