#ii. interaction

"Cheers." She said, glass banging down on the table when she was finished, beginning to fill yet another shot. "So, what brings you to my neck of the woods. Having your own existential crisis?" She mocked.

    /  STARTER  FOR  @thefixer​

“Thanks, I’d really appreciate that.” But deep down, Miles felt bad for being the one to tell, not even ask politely, to change out of his clothing. He didn’t want to admit that maybe he was growing ever so soft for Cleo fucking Halliwell, but he was. Deep down, he knew he wouldn’t have cared if she walked out in his clothing; he’d be so fucking pleased with himself. But clearly, rationality was not in the options today. “...I didn’t know you were a football fan too.” The shirt that she had worn was a jersey; not Miles’s favourite, but something he did like and support.

A laugh lacking in humor slipped past gloss lips. Oceanic hues narrowing with amusement. "Confidence is attractive, love." She muses, crossing her arms over her chest and shifting her weight on one leg. "You're a diamond, congratulations. But you don't need to keep announcing how special you are. Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "Though, I suppose when one's personality revolves around being admired, subtly goes out the window " Of course, if one were brave enough, they could throw that right back in Rebekah's face.

[txt -> hope]: Here's an idea, go out and have fun. [txt -> hope]: It's a Saturday, no reason for you to be cooped up inside all day. [txt -> hope]: Take those friends of yours and go see a movie or something.

There was a pause. Weighing her options of what to do, what to say. "But, now you know." In a fluid motion, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'd ask who told you, but I assume they're dead in a ditch somewhere?" If they weren't, they were about to be.

"Well," She responded coldly, arms crossing over her chest. "The feeling's mutual, love." A faint smile crept across her lips, sharp much like the fangs she bears underneath. "But, I don't see anyone else rising to the challenge, so we can either work together? Or I could simply just kill you right here and be done with this nonsense."

Hues of blue searching their surroundings in attempts to find the culprit. "But, I will gladly kill whoever is doing this."