#vindictivelothario

Gabrielle slid onto the stool at a local bar, smiling to herself as she thought of today’s batch of victims. She slid her jacket off to place on her chair when her elbow hit the man next to her, spilling a little of his drink on his hand. “Oh damn, I’m sorry” she said, grabbing a napkin and wiping his hand off.

☾☆☽; Two gallons of milk and some coffee brew. Two gallons, and some coffee brew. As soon as Timmy left the house he regretted not asking his fairies to simply poof up the items his parents asked him to run to the store for. Back then he figured he could use the walk, but now he was rather annoyed it was as cold as it was outside. It was spring! Shouldn't there be like, flowers blooming or some shit? Augh, weather.

Frederick leaned back in the chair, enjoying the calmness of late Sunday evening in the office. Since there were no major cases everyone was at home with their families, probably enjoying their dinner by now. Not Frederick thought. He had no one to go to, no meeting or dinner to attend. He could afford a little lounging around in the office before he would head to opium den. But to his great confusion and slight irritation as well, his ears caught on the heavy footsteps reverberating in the lonesome corridors of the building.