For whatever reason, Valentino thought she needed a sitter of sorts, and that was Vox. She almost pitied him. Almost. But her hatred for the situation took over most of her mind. She sipped on what had to be her third glass of expensive champagne, eyes dilated from whatever she snorted prior.

"Are you just gonna stare?" She barked, indigo hair silky and soft around her shoulders. She sipped at the expensive drink, eyeing the big boss himself.

Before the disastrous ending his plans to conquer Heaven had met, Vox would have never agreed to something like this. He was an Overlord and a successful businessman, so babysitting hoes was very much beneath him.

Unfortunately, these days it wasn't often that he could afford to say "no" to his two partners, unless he wished to undo all the hard work he had been putting in to get back in their good graces.

So, when Valentino had marched in with the woman in tow and demanded that the TV demon kept her "company" for the rest of the day, Vox had been forced to agree without protests. He and the moth had already almost gotten into a discussion the previous day, so he didn't want to risk enraging him just for the sake of complaining.

Thus how the woman had ended up on the couch of his office, a drone buzzing around her to keep her flute filled with champagne.

As for Vox himself, he had just gone on working. Not being the face of the company anymore didn't mean that he was out of a job. Quite the contrary, since now he was stuck behind the scenes, slaving himself away to make up for the damage he had caused while Val and Vel ran everything in front of the cameras.

When Indigo's voice cut through his thoughts, the TV demon almost visibly started. He had been so engrossed in what he was doing that he hadn't realised that his gaze was directed towards her. Or, better, towards the holographic screen projected between the two of them, which only he could see.

She was more than a little bit tipsy, not to mention whatever she had been huffing prior. Still, she kept her balance well even in those ridiculous heels. Her tall form rose, arms crossed. "It's polite to acknowledge people." Indigo was generally well mannered, but if Vox wanted a bitch? She'd be bitchy. She stepped closer to his desk, staring at the holograms full of data, resting her hands on the rather pristine desk. Seething, she inhaled through her sharp teeth and stepped back. Vox was lower on the pedestal now, sure, but he was no one to be fucked with.

"Oh, SOMEONE'S fucking watching." Who sends someone to Hell like him, and doesn't tune in? Heck, even if it was someone like Sera who pulled the strings, there were others probably tuning in anyway. Maybe some of the Cherubs or some shit. Adam had always hated them. Fucking weirdos.

"Today, after the shoot," Angel said carefully.

"Oh, that's so good to hear! I've been meaning to introduce you two. And don't you look so pretty standing next to each other. Don't you think so? My prettiest stars. You know, you should do a collab sometime. That'd be so hot." He purred happily at the idea.

Angel felt that was a lie, it was way more beneficial for Val if he could easily continue to play them off of each other without them knowing shit except whatever he told them. He gave a quick nod.

"Sorry, it's just really loud in here is all!" Angel said, Valentino looking around.

"It's not that loud." Indigo replied. Angel should've been used to the noise by now, she figured.

Rubbing her eyes she checked the time. It was late, way too late. The only rational thing to do was to drink her problems away. She headed out into the rainy streets of the entertainment district, where the V Tower stood proud and tall.

Before she could even get going, the door creaked open again, causing her eyes to cast to the side from where it had opened. It was Angel. Guess Val was fully done for the night. In a placating gesture, Indigo waved a tired hand in greeting.

The door slams shut behind him as he exits with a huff. The cold breeze should indicate a sense of relief and freedom, and it does. Angie wasn't in the habit of taking this bullshit home with him where he could help it. But fuuuuck, was he sore. And generally just pissed at Val. With a sigh, he lights up a cigarette and looks at Indigo.

"Indigo." She corrected hesitantly. "Val just calls me Indie." She added, but it wasn't quite an invite for Angel to start using the nickname. It was what Valentino called her, and Valentino only. It wasn't like she got jealous or anything, just a bit protective of her boss.

Starter for @wingeddelight ~ Velvette & Quartz

Velvette sat backstage, waiting for the concert rehearsal to come to an end. Normally, she wouldn't bother to show up herself to fetch the person she wished to talk to. She usually had them come to her, either by sending a message or having one of her underlings to fetch them for her, but these were particular circumstances.

She had already tried to get to Quartz through the usual methods. Thrice. And each time, Val had stolen her away, even if the fashionista had told him that she needed to borrow the pop star in advance.

The whimsy asshole. She wasn't sure if he had just forgotten or if he had decided that he cared more about his own whims than her requests, but she had decided that enough was enough. Quartz and her assistants couldn't say no to Val, but she could.

And if the moth tried to protest, she would have forced him to suck it up.

The moment the singer stepped off the stage, Velvette got on her feet and stalked towards her, getting in her way before she could head for her changing room.

"No, Val needs me for a..." She trailed off, gesturing around, taking in the attitude that left no room for any arguments. So, she promptly shut up. "Right. Alright. Whatever you say." If Velvette was ready to handle Valentinos tantrum, then far be it from Quartz to disagree.

Quartz began taking off her headset connected to her microphone, trying not to stare at Velvette too much. It was pretty rare for her to see the other Vees up close, even if Velvette did design some of her outfits in the past.

(Throat) - sender grabs reciever by their throat

(jaw) - sender takes hold of recievers jaw harshly

(wrist) - sender has hold of recievers wrist / wrists

(twist) - sender twists reciever's arms behind their back

(bind) - sender restrains reciever with item of choice

(pull) - sender pulls reciever roughly to them

(drag) - sender drags reciever to / away from something

(hair) - sender pulls or controls receiver by their hair

(pin) - sender pins reciever to the wall

(knife) - sender uses a knife against reciever as a threat

(nick) - sender nicks reciever with a knife

(push) - sender pushes reciever roughly

(eyes) - sender forces receiver to look at them

(neck) - sender grabs the back of reciever's neck

(smack) -sender slaps reciever

(grip) - sender grabs reciever by their shirt

(gag) - sender forces reciever to stay quiet (with hand or with a gag)

(strike) - sender hits reciever with their hand or other item

" xoxo, quartz "

Valentino frowned at the text, taking a moment to read it. Since when did he give anyone time off? Had he gone soft lately? He didn't recall anything like that. He texted back rather quickly.

"Who?"

"The department of slut security."

He waited a minute to send his actual answer.

"What do they have to do with my time off?"

"Do I pay you to ask me so many questions?"

"Bitch."

"You're so fucking annoying."

"I'm gonna quit."

"Today, after the shoot," Angel said carefully.

"Oh, that's so good to hear! I've been meaning to introduce you two. And don't you look so pretty standing next to each other. Don't you think so? My prettiest stars. You know, you should do a collab sometime. That'd be so hot." He purred happily at the idea.

Angel felt that was a lie, it was way more beneficial for Val if he could easily continue to play them off of each other without them knowing shit except whatever he told them. He gave a quick nod.