#sidebitchcs

"big vee's in a good mood today." he hands the second to-go cup of coffee to the eel. "what's the update on mid vee?"

angel scoffed loudly at the others insistence, arms crossed, one foot tapping impatiently. he wasn't sure what was setting him on edge more, the fact that eeliot had lied, or the fact he didn't under why.

❛ ohhh, right, ‘selective truth.’ that’s rich, coming from vox’s little clipboard carrier. ❜ he snapped, temper flaring as he stared down the fish sinner.

❛ ya lied, plain and simple. 'cause val ain't here, and he sure as hell wouldn't want me waitin' around instead of makin' him money so whose idea was this, huh? this travis again? or? ❜ the question lingered in the air, the unspoken name of eeliot's overlord lingering between them.

then, in a sudden shift, the sinners stance softened, his sharp-edged glare melting into something smoother, lazier—dangerous in a different way. his voice, still laced with irritation, dipped into something silkier, more suggestive.

❛ or maybe, ❜ he mused, stepping in just a little too close, his breath warm as it ghosted over eeliot's skin, ❛ ya just wanted some alone time with me. you coulda just asked, sweetheart. ❜

his fingers trailed absentmindedly along the lapel of eeliot’s coat, head tilting ever so slightly.

ㅤㅤㅤThe sinner’s fiery gaze snaps toward the lanky imp [ she hated them the moment she arrived here ] —ㅤas if her glare alone could incinerate him, lips twist into a tight, forced ‘smile’ that barely conceals the boiling irritation beneath, if at that,ㅤ❛ Oh, I’m smiling alright! ❜ㅤshe snaps, voice dripping with venomous sarcasm, the words practically hissing through her teeth.ㅤ❛ What are you waiting for? Take the damn picture already! ❜ㅤKaren places one hand on her hip, her hand other gesturing wildly toward the camera, mocking the entire spectacle.ㅤ❛ Is this what you wanted? The angry Karen, caught in all her glory? ❜ㅤmanicured digits tap sharply against her bicep as her arm crosses back over her chest.ㅤ❛ Better be getting my good side! Someone’s gonna regret filming this, & spoiler alert —ㅤit won’t be me… ❜ㅤStrained grin stays plastered on her face, twitching just ever so, itching to punch this tool…

The Pretty Reckless : Going to Hell album ... sentence starters

@sidebitchcs said: "Did I succeed and make you proud?" { to velvette from eeliot }

"Why? You want a fuckin' gold star for doin' your fuckin' job?" Velvette scoffed, snatching her coffee from his hand. She took a sip. Well, at least he didn't get her order wrong like her own useless assistants.

From this prompt!

She's seen many employees at Vox Tech come and go, and in Pomni's honest opinion, as long as it didn't involve her directly, she couldn't really care much. Catch her back on the first day she arrived in Hell, and this would've been a completely different story. The Video Demon held her in high regard ... for whatever reason, so she wasn't trying to step on the wrong toes now.

But the truth of the matter was, old habits died hard. From her previous life as a workaholic that had driven herself to the point of eliciting new mental illnesses in her brain to pushing herself to the brink of death, she was following suit in her old patterns. She forgot to eat, forgot to drink, forget to sleep and unless given, she'd forget breaks were a thing to take. The jester always was a powerhouse, but even vehicles run on empty, machines run out of battery.

It wasn't until someone she's seen around the office came to her desk as she haphazardly was keeping her eyes open and her head from essentially hitting her desk with the support of an arm on her face. Pinwheels couldn't focus on the screen much longer, all blurring together and extending outwards like she had astigmatism every time she attempted. Her red and blues slowly registered their person as she was handed a drink to try out.

Pomni wasn't much for handouts, often feeling like it was given out of pity than anything else. But those thoughts didn't linger as her available hand reached for it, quickly lifting it to parched lips and swallowing. The effects were instantaneous; like she just snorted a line of cocaine, she was suddenly awake and alert - but without the adverse effects if this was anything like a drug. It didn't taste bad either. But now, as her eyes glanced up at the other, she now had a new debt to repay and that didn't sit well in her stomach.

wide vermillion eyes narrow into slits, searing through the trembling assistant. the overlord reclines, sinking into the velvet cushions of his chaise lounge. he plucks a rosy cigarillo from a gilded tray and slips it between his lips idly. manicured claws clink against the lighter as it ignites.  ❛ it's exactly what is says, edward. i don't understand what the problem is. ❜