Only when you’re around Gabriel. Besides, you know I never cared for social skills.
I think the most social I've ever seen you is when you first got...Gabe. Where is that little shit anyways?
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@gabrielhollow
Only when you’re around Gabriel. Besides, you know I never cared for social skills.
I think the most social I've ever seen you is when you first got...Gabe. Where is that little shit anyways?
Oh. Was I supposed to be listening to you? Because honestly I was distracted by the yawn inducing quality of your presence.
Bee in your bonnet, Nico?
My, my...
What’s your problem? I am tired of this. I am tired of saying sir to you everytime I see you. You haven’t earned my respect to earn that, you will never earn it.
Haven't you learned that I don't have to earn your respect? You will respect me until my dying breath.
My, my...
Yes I think you should watch your tone.
Oh, how cute.
My, my...
The feeling is mutual sir.
I'd watch my tone, Ms. Warfield.
My, my...
D-Does this include The Magnolia Club, sir? Me?
Oh no, never you. The Magnolia Club is fine.
My, my...
Really? What have I done to displease you Mr Hollow?
To be honest, your very existence displeases me.
Ah SHI--!
I—no, I mean, well yes, I just burnt myself on the stove is all.
Tsk, tsk. Such a pity your mother taught you the proper way to handle kitchen appliances.
Buy Me a Beer || Mal & Gabriel
Mal pushed open the door to 21 Concoctions and shook the snow out of her thick hair, dusting it off of her leather jacket before shuffling towards an open table. She raised her finger to indicate she wanted service, scowling at the bartender when he pulled out his wand in response. So maybe she had stolen a beer or two in the past, what was the big bloody deal? She would pay for them… eventually. Sulking down in her seat, she waited for Gabriel to appear and hopefully settle the tab she had inadvertently garnered.
It wasn't common for Gabriel to openly converse and be seen with someone of a lower bloodline, but Mal had been loyal from the very beginning and Gabriel might even say he liked her as a person. There was no denying that Mal was a key asset to keeping the Hollow under control and how could he repay her other than a drink of her choosing? Walking down the sidewalk, he could feel eyes on him, afraid to make any sudden movement and that brought a smirk to his face. The male headed into 21 Concoctions and immediately spotted the brunette, sliding onto the stool next to her. "Two beers. Put them on my tab." He told the bartender, looking over at Mal. "So, what have you been up to? Have anything to report?"
My, my...
What does that mean?
It means that I advise you to tread lightly, Ms. Warfield.
It's nice to see the weather clearing up.
Ah SHI--!
I mean—ugh, damn it.
Something the matter, Ms. Marcotte?
My, my...
Why is that, sir?
Because it seems a lot of these mudbloods are incompetent.
My, my...
…. Okay, so.. Bambi, Genesis, Riley, and …. Elijah Archer. Doesn’t sound too awfully hard.
Try to make note of their daily agendas. And follow them if they're out past curfew.
My, my...
The filth don’t realize how easy they got it, compared to what they deserve.
They certainly don't understand the importance of treading lightly.
My, my...
My lead, Mr. Hollow. That’s all that I was goign to say. I’m not going to let you down. I won’t.
I believe you, Jude. Now, I meant to ask you before, but can I trust you to keep an eye on Elijah and that Breaux girl?
My, my...
…. Um.. my..— Adonis Griffin, Sir. No, I promise, I’ll get you entail as soon as possible.
Your what, Jude? Never mind, just remember what you're looking for.