spoiled rotten - cj & emilia
@cjcandy
    Maybe they had fallen into the wrong line of work. It was the most reoccurring thought they had, often the last they would have as sleep wrenched them from the waking world. It was one that persisted even two years into gang work. Maybe it was the paycheck, maybe they really did enjoy it. They idly bit down on the lollipop they fed through the mouth of their mask, the crunch echoing in their ears. It was loud enough to drown out the meeting, to eclipse Reagan’s rough voice at least. Â
In this spark of moment they could pretend to be alone.
Their tablet was set askew to them, forcefully shoved from the path of Dell’s shoes the moment they hit the table. They had already haphazardly scrawled the image of a puppy barking up at a pink haired figure, with several footnotes denoting; ‘Olive’s big day out’ or ‘you fucked up big time bordeaux the deadline is in a week’. Hell, they couldn’t even catch the eye of their men who had faithfully followed them to the meeting (the entirety of their crew being their publishing company, which was some commitment to be sure).
Maybe that was how Emilia’s eyes landed on the new face at the table; Cavity. Or at least that’s what they assumed she called herself. They took pause when the meeting came to an abrupt halt- oh, break time. Okay, cool. Time to guzzle down a sugary drink and draw something. But first!
With a deft, gloved hand Emilia withdrew a chocolate bar from their pocket, aimed and scooted it at the blonde woman, trying to be precise enough not to send it flying over the edge. It did reach its target; but instead bounced right into her unsuspecting face. That was about right.
